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Did I Really Lead Him On?


I really DO fancy John! I know it's wrong; what with me being a young married woman; but there is something about him that makes my pulse race whenever he is around! And that is quite a lot because we work together in a building society office, and in the tight confines of the areas behind the serving counter, there are many times when our bodies brush up against each other; sometimes accidentally, sometimes deliberately!

I married at 18 and I love my husband dearly, but he is the only lover I have ever had, and after 4 years of marriage, I occasionally got to thinking that I wished I had got to experience sex with others before I got married so young. And John was doing nothing to get those kinds of thought out of my head!

Sex with my husband Dave was a regular thing – he was a considerate lover and was highly sexed and liked me to wear stockings and suspenders all the time – even at work! He said that wearing them all the time would make me feel sexy and be ready for sex when I got home, but just recently I was fantasising that one night I might get home having been already well and truly fucked!

When Dave and I had sex, I would often close my eyes and fantasise that it was John's tongue licking my pussy, or his hard cock ploughing in and out of my tight pussy. But that was dangerous as I was worried that I might just call out John's name in the heat of passion, and that would NOT be a good thing at all!

John was a bit of a womaniser; he had a succession of girlfriends and lovers and was always flirting with me and the other young girl in the office. He was 3 years older than me and regularly worked out at the gym to keep himself fit. Just recently, he broke up with his girlfriend and seemed to be flirting even more than usual with me. And he was getting more and more outrageous with the things he said, and the things he did!

One lunch time, we were eating our lunch in the basement that was used as a storage room/rest room. It had several large storage cabinets and filing cabinets and a table and chairs and a few easy chairs and a sofa for relaxing during our breaks. Two others left to go back to work but John and I still had 30 minutes of our break left. Suddenly the discussion went from polite chit-chat to sexual innuendo and he blurted out that he could see the tell-tale lumps of my suspender belt through my black skirt.

"Do you always wear black stockings and suspenders?" He asked? "I am sure I have seen the outline of them before and you are definitely wearing them today!"

"That's none of your business" I replied, trying to sound indignant and shocked, but I couldn't help the cheeky smile on my face!

"And you wear thong panties all the while" he added "I can see the outline of those too when you bend over!"

"You shouldn't be looking!" I retorted, still unable to suppress a smile.

"Well you shouldn't be bending over with hot ******* males around – especially when you have such a nice tight little bottom, and it is so obviously decorated with sexy underwear!"

"When PERVERTS are around you mean!" I replied

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable and fidgety sitting down and had to get up and move around. I got up and walked towards the coffee making area. John was already standing and he moved across the room and grabbed the kettle before I could.

"Do you fancy something hot and wet?" he asked?

"Yes, so long as it is in a cup and tastes of coffee" I replied

"Can I ask a favour?" said John

"What is it?"

"Can I stroke the bumps of your suspenders? I think they are so erotic and it will make my day!"

"Why should I allow you to do that? I am a happily married woman!"

"Oh go on, it will be our little secret and it will give me something to think about later when I go home alone!"

I didn't reply immediately because I was digesting what John had just said and also what he MEANT by that last sentence! What he was effectively saying was that he wanted to think about touching me up, whilst jerking off! I glazed over momentarily whilst I suddenly had a mental image of him with trousers around his ankles, eyes closed, whilst furiously wanking his hard cock to orgasm!

John obviously took my silence and staring as a sign of agreement! Because I jumped as I felt his hand brush the front of my thigh! I flinched and pulled back instinctively but that only brought my arse into contact with his other hand which quickly closed on my butt and squeezed my firm bum cheek.

"Do you mind?" I said in a hushed shouting manner, only too aware that I didn't want to arouse the suspicions of the colleagues above.

"I don't mind at all!" John said, beaming from ear to ear, you have SUCH a nice arse and I have been dying to get my hands on it for months! "Definitely every bit as good as I imagined!"

My mind was in a turmoil, my legs felt like jelly and I didn't know whether to run upstairs and start work early, or sit down and finish my coffee – either option involved walking and I was not sure that my legs would carry me without giving way! I remained standing at the coffee area, and John remained standing beside me. I could feel his eyes burning into my flesh as he looked at my face and down the contours of my body to my arse and legs. I could also feel his breath against my neck, he seemed to be breathing faster than normal, and then I realised that I was breathing heavily too! It was as if we had both climbed the stairs quickly, but both of us had only walked 6 feet!

I adjusted my feet nervously and transferred my weight from one leg to the other, it was then that I realised that my pussy was WET! I could feel it with just that small movement, and the more I thought about it, the wetter I became! Oh my god! – this can't be happening!

"You are one sexy little minx" John whispered in a very sultry voice, "not only do you have a beautiful, sexy body, with a great ass, perfect tits, flat stomach, pretty face, and legs that are just about perfect! But when you accentuate all that by wearing black stockings, a thong and heels, well you damn near need to wear a sign that says BEWARE! Danger of coming in your pants by just looking at me!"

I then burst out laughing! Partly because what he said was very funny, but partly because I was so wound up like a coiled spring that if I didn't laugh then I would have probably cried or screamed! In that moment, I spun around and went around the filing cabinets to the stairs and up and through the door to the office above and immediately to the ladies room at the back where I peeled off my soaked thong and did my best so mop up my juices with toilet paper.

I felt as horny as hell and I had to fight the urge to stroke my pussy and bring myself to orgasm – I knew it would not have taken much, but I did not want to give John the satisfaction of seeing me with a post-orgasmic glow.

For the rest of the afternoon we were very busy and that meant there was no opportunity for continuing what had been started. At the end of the day I got out as soon as possible and rushed home. I usually got home before Dave and I quickly ran upstairs and changed my still damp thong for a clean one and went down to start preparing dinner. Dave came in about half an hour later and came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck as we exchanged pleasantries about our working day. Sometimes, he would be horny when he came home and start groping me, and other times, he would go and get changed and we would eat and then make love after we had gone to bed. Either way, it would usually be Dave who initiated sex but I would usually be a very willing partner.

Tonight was one of those occasions when it seemed that sex would be postponed until later because apart from kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my stomach, Dave was showing no signs of taking things further. But I was still feeling very horny and needed to relieve the itch that had been building up in my pussy since midday so I decided to help things along a little by pushing my ass back into Dave's groin.

"Is that a ****** in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" I asked

Dave needed little encouragement and I immediately felt a stirring in his trousers that was not there a moment before! I turned my head and pouted my lips and as he leant forward I opened my mouth and my tongue was already poised to start playing tonsil tennis. We pecked at each other's lips before locking our mouths in a long lingering and very wet kiss that had us both breathing heavily.

His hands were now roaming from my flat stomach, up to my breasts and then down again to my thighs where he toyed with my suspender clips as John had done earlier. Only this time, the hands went slowly down to the hem of my skirt and then started pushing the material up my legs until his hand made contact with my silky stockings and then onto the warm, bare flesh at the top of my thighs.

Our tongues were still mashing together as his hands moved onto my groin and cupped my pussy mound and I knew that he could feel the heat emanating from my crotch.

"I don't know what has got you feeling so hot but whatever it was, I like it!" breathed Dave.

"Just shut up and fuck me, right here, right now – pull my thong to one side and shove your cock into me from behind – just fuck me!"

So fuck me he did, he bent me over the worktop and pulled my skirt over my waist, he pulled my wet thong to one side and quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. With one firm forward movement, he was buried balls deep in my wet welcoming pussy. He grabbed hold up my hips and thrust into me like a dog on heat, and I pushed back with every thrust to make sure I got every millimetre rammed into my hot hole.

I reached down underneath and stroked his balls as they swung and bounced against my clit, then I couldn't hold back any longer, I rubbed my fingertips on my so sensitive clit and started coming almost immediately! My pussy clenched and convulsed and wave after wave pulsed through my stomach, into my nipples and centred on my clit and deep in my pussy. Dave was still pumping away and on one of those very rare occasions, I had come so quickly that he was surprised I wasn't shouting at him to wait for me. But my violent pussy convulsions had brought him close very quickly and now he roared as he thrust so deep that I was sure he was trying to get his whole body inside me! As his orgasm started, I could feel his cock swell and pulse and start to spurt his love juice deep into my pussy and that triggered another orgasm in me that left me twitching and writhing on the worktop like a fish out of water.

Suddenly, Dave slumped down over me and bit my earlobe and neck and once again we kissed deeply.

"Oh my god, that was fantastic! Can we start every evening like that?"

"No I replied coyly, sometimes I need to be wooed and made love to, and other times I just need to be fucked, so you will just have to learn to roll with the punches and moods and take care of me accordingly!"

I left him standing there scratching his head and with come dripping off his softening dick onto the kitchen floor whilst I headed for the shower.

The days and weeks after that were decidedly different at work, John would take every opportunity to brush up against me and when he was sure that the coast was clear, he would stroke my suspender clips through my skirt – it came to be known as his "daily fix" and most of the time I would just allow it to happen by totally ignoring it or just tutting. But I knew that behind the counter, things could not go any further. Downstairs was another matter though, and on the occasions when we were down there alone, he would come up behind me and place both hands on the front of my thighs and slowly trace the suspender clips and down to the tops of my stockings around to the clips at the back and then finish by squeezing my ass cheeks.

Today, though was different! I was making coffee as a colleague closed the door behind her and suddenly John was behind me. I said nothing as he slowly put his hands around and touched the front of my thighs. I kept on making the coffee but instead of gliding over my skin with his fingertips, he placed his hands flat against my thighs and pulled me back into his groin and I immediately felt his hard cock pressing into the cleft of my ass cheeks.

"And what do you think you are doing? This is not the "daily fix" I allowed you to have"

"No, the "daily fix" is not enough, I can't keep my hands off you, and every day I have to jerk off to stop myself from going crazy!"

I was pinned between the counter and his hard cock and any attempt to move only pushed my ass harder against his stiff dick.

"Someone is going to come in and catch us!" I said

"I know you want this to go further" he whispered, "Can you feel my big dick pushing against your perfect ass?" Has Dave got a big dick? As he asked the question, he eased off me and grabbed hold of my wrist, he quickly pushed it behind my body and squeezed my fingers around his cock – it felt huge!

I used the momentary gap between us to twist my body and pull myself free, I quickly moved to the stairs and up into the office above, John started to follow but I knew he couldn't come upstairs with a tent in his trousers. He emerged 10 minutes later but had a glint in his eye and I knew that I was going to have to make some very real decisions in the days and weeks to come!

Friday evening after week was always time for a quick ***** at the pub around the corner before going home, and most of us usually went along. This was usually another excuse for flirting and propositions but I always had one ***** and left for home. John announced at the pub that he was having a house party the following Friday after work and we were all invited. He said that partners were invited too (although it was clear from the look that he gave me that he hoped I would NOT be bringing mine!)

We all decided during the following week that we would all go to the party and all of our partners had agreed to come too. I would just have to make sure that I kept Dave close to me that evening!

The week passed by with the usual "daily fix" and occasional rubbing of his body against mine, then on Thursday, with only John and me in an empty office counter, I saw him looking at me, and for reasons still unsure to me, I looked back at him, got off my chair, went to the filing cabinet and bent down to the lowest drawer. I bent from the waist with my ass pointing directly at him and stayed down there for much longer than I needed to. When I stood up and looked over at John, he was smiling and openly stroking a huge bulge in his trousers.

"Nice ass" he said.

"Nice cock!" I replied nonchalantly whilst sitting back down again and continuing working as though nothing had happened.

John moved behind me and as he passed, he leant in and whispered, I am just going to get rid of this hard-on you have given me, but you know what cock-teasers deserve to get, don't you?

Friday came and passed quickly, we had all agreed to go to the pub as usual and then go straight to John's from there and our partners would meet us there later. Two colleagues were driving so the other six of us piled into two cars. Before I knew it, I was in the back seat with John and he was helping me fit my seatbelt in the darkness. He left his hand touching my thigh as the car moved off and I made no effort to remove it. John was chatting to the two male colleagues in the front and now his hand was slowly stroking the outside of my thigh and dragging his fingernails against my suspender clips. He leant forward to apparently accentuate a point in the conversation but what he was really doing was moving his body as a shield between them and me, and at the same time he moved his hand onto my knee.

His fingers started to dance lightly on my flesh that sent a tingle straight to my pussy and made my nipples harden. My inhibitions had been lowered by weeks of sexual interaction and lowered further by the two stiff *****s that I had quickly downed at the pub on an empty stomach!

As he continued talking, his hand started to push it's way up my skirt and I flinched as his fingers found the warm flesh above my stocking tops. He stroked and caressed and tried to push my legs apart to continue towards their goal, but I managed to keep my thoughts, and my legs, together, and then we suddenly pulled up outside his house.

As we got out, John leant in close and whispered "is your pussy wet?"

I didn't answer him, but I think he knew that the answer was YES!

John had set up everything for us to arrive and soon the *****s were flowing and snacks were passed around. The music was is one room and others were congregated in another downstairs room, plus the kitchen, chatting and making small talk.

Dave and other partners, plus other friends quickly arrived and the partly was soon in full flow. I was standing in the kitchen with Dave and several others when John came through and did the host bit by topping up *****s and chatting effortlessly with everyone. He looked at me and I suddenly felt nervous.

"You have a lovely house" I blurted out

"Thanks, do you want the full guided tour?" John replied.

"Oh no, don't be silly" I said

"What? Said Dave? "I can't believe you are turning down the chance of nosing around someone else's pad! That's most unlike you!"

"OK then" I said, "come and have a look with me"

"Nah" said Dave," you go and look around, I will stay hear chatting and get us another *****"

Before I could utter another word, John had grabbed my wrist and was leading me out of the kitchen and up the stairs "you have already seen most of downstairs" he said, "come and look at the view from up here"

He pushed me up the stairs and into the first room on the left, which was the master bedroom with en- suite and a huge picture window that overlooked open fields at the back of the house.

"I bet the view is amazing in the daytime" I said nervously

"I have got something else that is amazing! Have a look!" he said

I turned around and John stood at the foot of the bed with his zip pulled down and a rapidly hardening cock in his hand. I froze!

"What the hell are you doing? Someone could come in at any minute?" I gushed

"Well we had better be quick then! You have been cock-teasing me for too long and it's about time you started teasing my cock with your hands and mouth instead!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" I replied but my eyes were fixed to the huge pole of flesh that John was slowly pumping with his fist. His cock was huge! It was easily 3 inches longer than Dave and much thicker too and was already leaking beads of pre-cum from the big pee hole at the end of his love stick.

"Well then we have a dilemma" said John, "We can either go back downstairs with a huge bulge in my trousers, and everyone will get a good idea that we haven't just been looking at furniture and the view. Or you can help me get rid of this hard-on and we can go and re-join the party with no suspicions aroused!"

John moved a few steps forward and placed both hands on my shoulders, he led me like a lamb to the edge of the bed and when my knees hit the edge, I sat down quickly and suddenly, I had a 9 inch fuck stick pointing inches away from my face.

It was scary; it was huge; it was veiny; it was throbbing; it was primeval....... it was beautiful!

If that wasn't enough, John opened his trousers further and lifted out two huge testicles the size of kiwi fruits, they hung down heavily under his fuck stick and his hairless scrotum moved slowly as his nuts pulsed in readiness of delivering what could only be a massive dose of baby juice.

My head was spinning, and I knew his argument was compelling – I certainly didn't want to go back downstairs with John trying to hide a huge bulge in his trousers! Added to that, was the fact that my lips were dry and I was licking them *************. John saw that too and moved forward and placed the tip of his cock against my mouth. I couldn't help myself, my tongue snaked out and licked the sensitive area underneath where the foreskin is joined to the head. He groaned!

I looked up at him and our eyes met – this was it! I slowly opened my mouth and moved forward, all the while looking straight into his eyes as my lips stretched around his huge cock. I reached up and grabbed his huge balls, I squeezed and kneaded them as I slurped and sucked on his dick. How could something so big get so hard? My fingers would not reach around his girth as I wanked him into my mouth with both hands.

Time stood still as he fucked my mouth, his hands in my hair, pulling more of his dick into my mouth as I fought my gag reflex and his cockhead nudged against my throat.

His hips started to twitch, his balls started to tighten, his cock was throbbing and pulsing, I knew he was close. I panicked! Lifting my head off his cock I said, "You can't get cum onto my clothes! Where are the tissues?"

"No tissues", he blurted "you know what you have to do, you cock-teaser!"

****! I thought as he rammed his cock back into my throat and grabbed handfuls of my hair whilst rhythmically fucking my face.

"Oh God! I have dreamed of this moment! Look at me!"

I looked up and watched as his eyes narrowed into slits and then his cock pulsed and a string of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by another, then another, and again, as I furiously pumped his cock and squeezed the cum out of his big balls and into my mouth. Cum started to dribble out of my mouth as I swallowed and could not keep up with sheer volume of liquid. How could anyone produce so much cum?

His cock started to soften and I quickly cleaned up every drop of cum from his cock and scooped up the rest that had dripped down onto my hands and cleavage. John groaned like an ****** and I flopped back onto the bed – totally exhausted!

Before I knew what had hit me, John had grabbed both my ankles and suddenly my knees were up near my head! He leaned forward and buried his face into my sopping wet crotch. With my legs spread and his hands holding me firmly behind my knees, John buried his tongue past the flimsy wet string of my thong and licked in one slow but deliberate movement from the cleft of my ass, onto my puckered asshole, past the sensitive area between my ass and my pussy, then dragged his tongue hard against my pussy lips which opened like a flower in Spring, then hard across my clit and I came instantly and pushed up against his mouth which pulled away as quickly as it had hit me!

I looked up longingly and the bastard was grinning at me.

"That's just a little taste of what you can expect next time!" He said with a smug face that was wet with my love juice.

"Now get into the toilet and clean yourself up! We had better get back to the party!"

The rest of the party went in a blur. I am sure I returned to Dave in the kitchen with a bright red face and an expression of guilt like a four year old boy with his hand stuck in the cookie jar! But Dave was talking and ******** and barely acknowledged my coming back! And I am sure that some of my colleagues gave me that "knowing" look and were exchanging whispers whilst looking in my direction. Was I imagining it? They certainly didn't mention anything when I finally plucked up the courage to go over and talk to them.

What definitely could not be mistaken was the smug expression that was on John's face every time I saw him later that evening. And whenever he caught me looking at him, he would slowly lick his lips and then smile a deep smile of satisfaction. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

That night when Dave and I were sitting in the back of the taxi, he put his arm around me and his head went to my neck. He kissed my ear and said something that I could not make out because it was so slurred. And when his hand moved to my legs, I grabbed hold of it and returned it to his lap as I pushed him into an upright position – or as near as I could in his ******* state!

I had been ******** most of the evening but I felt as sober as a judge. My mind was in a whirl about what I had allowed to happen – did I encourage John to do what he did? I had certainly enjoyed what had happened; the tingling in my pussy was testament to that fact! But I resolved that I COULD not and WOULD not allow this to go any further! A little bit of petting was one thing but I WOULD not allow his big fat cock into my married pussy!

I felt a little bit better after I had come to that decision, but then I thought to myself: "A little bit of petting" who was I trying to kid? I had sucked John's huge cock to orgasm and swallowed every drop of cum that he squirted into my throat! And then I had a violent orgasm with John's tongue buried in my pussy whilst I had my knees around my ears! Hardly a little bit of petting! I started to laugh and the taxi driver looked at me in the rear view mirror. I could read his mind: ******* ******* sods! They had better not throw up in my cab!"

We got home and I helped Dave into the house and straight upstairs, my pussy still had that "itch" and I was considering going downstairs and satisfying myself but when I was helping Dave get undressed, he was trying to grope me and when I pulled down his boxer shorts, I was pleased to see a semi hard cock appear. I pushed him back on the bed and went straight to his cock with my fingers and my warm mouth. I was instantly rewarded with a deep moan from his lips and a pulse in his hardening cock. Dave closed his eyes and let me do all the work. I knew I had to be quick as he had closed his eyes and I occasionally raked my fingernails hard down his chest and stomach to keep him as alert as possible.

His cock was hard – not as hard as I have known it, but good enough! Without removing any of my clothes, I hitched up my skirt and quickly straddled his body, I pulled my wet thong to one side and grabbed hold of his dick and pointed it at my wet opening. I exhaled deeply as I sank down and took every inch of his dick in one movement. I looked at Dave and his eyes were closed. His hands were beside his body – it seemed like the only part of his body that was awake was his cock – I thanked him for that and began a rhythmic up-down movement whilst gyrating my hips to extract every bit of sensation that I could from his fuck stick. I sat down hard and could feel Dave's balls against my ass – I closed my eyes and at that moment I wished that I was sitting down on a cock that was 3 inches longer, and fatter, and that the balls I felt were half as big again as the ones I was fucking right now! I quickened my pace and my fingers went to my clit and stroked the oily nub that felt bigger than usual. My fingers were gliding easily over my wet, oily lips and clit and I ****** first one, then two fingers into my pussy alongside Dave's cock, my thumb was now in contact with my clit and it felt SO good as I just ground my hips around and around.

I felt the familiar stirring rise in my groin and I quickened the pace again, furiously wiggling my fingers in my pussy and my thumb against my clit until my orgasm hit me in wave after wave of delicious pleasure that pulsed through my body.

Suddenly, my clit became too sensitive to touch and I slowly withdrew my fingers and slumped forward onto Dave's chest. His breathing was rhythmic and I knew he was a*****. His still semi hard cock plopped out of my pussy and I knew he had not come but I felt satisfied that I had. Not as satisfied as I COULD be, I thought wickedly to myself, but I quickly dispelled those thoughts as I got undressed and slipped between the covers and fell into a deep *****.

The weekend passed quickly and before I knew it, I was walking into work on Monday morning. Two hours before that I was in the shower and thinking about what I should wear for work today.

Thick tights and granny pants was the right thing to do. That would send John a clear message that the line had been crossed and things should go no further.

What actually happened was that I reached for the shaver and carefully shaved my pussy lips totally clean, leaving only a "landing strip" of hair above my pussy. I convinced myself that I had done this many times before (mostly because Dave nagged me to do it!) so it was no big deal to do it now. And I would do it more often because I loved the smooth feeling and the fact it enhanced and heightened any touch to that area, but what put me off was the itchy feeling as the hair started to grow back.

At that moment, Dave came into the bathroom and saw me with my legs wide open and shaving my pussy lips. "Do you need a hand with that?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

"No thanks, I am just having a tidy up. "You can sample it later if you are a good boy. But if I let you get involved right now then we will both be late for work and I certainly don't want to go to work with your cum dribbling down my legs!!"

"Oh go on!" cajoled Dave as he opened the shower door and pushed himself inside.

"No, I have already finished" I said as I put the shaver on the shelf.

Dave wasn't taking no for answer though. "OK well let me make sure you haven't missed a bit and help you wipe away the loose hairs" At that, his hand went between my legs and cupped my pussy.

"Mmmmm, it feels good" Dave breathed as he pressed his body against mine.

With his other hand, he took mine and placed it on his rapidly hardening cock as the water ran over our heads and the soap ran from my body to his, making the hand movements glide easily over silky skin.

I resigned myself to the fact that Dave was going nowhere, and also to the growing feelings in my groin where his fingers were slipping between the folds of my pussy and occasionally brushing my clit which had already grown in size since my ministrations with the shaver!

"OK, a little mutual masturbation never hurt" I said as I pumped my hand slowly up and down over his cock and down under his heavy balls and then back up to his cock again. "But no fucking!"

"You're the boss" said Dave, as he slid his hand back and forth across my pussy and back right underneath me, so he was kneading my ass cheeks with his fingers and his wrist and forearm was doing wonderful things rubbing against my pussy and clit. This made me lift my leg higher to allow him greater access and to expose myself totally.

Dave continued kneading my ass for a few seconds and then slowly dragged his hand back underneath me until his fingertips slowly traced the puckered opening to my ass. He slipped the tip of his middle finger into my ass and I gasped at the sensation. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper until the whole finger was buried in my ass and at the same time he brought his thumb up to rub my clit hard in circular movements that also transferred to the in out movement of his finger.

"OH God that feels so good" I breathed into his shoulder and my teeth bit into his flesh.

I returned the favour as I slipped my hand back under his balls and found the slippery opening to Dave's asshole. I ****** my soapy finger in to the second knuckle and slowly moved it back and forth.

Dave groaned in pleasure but I knew that he wanted my hand on his cock and because I could only use one hand as the other gripped the side of the shower cubicle for balance, I slipped back to his hard cock and wanked him with a quick rhythm that I knew he could not withstand for long.

Sure enough, we both quickly reached the point of no return and as I came hard on Dave's finger still buried deep in my ass and his thumb in my pussy, I looked down as I felt Dave's cock throb in my hand, to watch the strings of cum shoot out the end of his engorged cock and splash down into the shower tray.

We kissed a long tongue mashing kiss and hugged under the warm water. It felt good! I quickly finished washing myself and left him in the shower.

I came out of the bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror – not bad! I thought. I opened my knees and inspected my clean shaven pussy with puffy red lips and my clit still proudly erect and glistening.

I looked for tights and granny pants, but I knew I wouldn't find any! Dave saw to that by raiding my drawers occasionally and secretly throwing out anything that he didn't approve of me wearing!

So in I walked to work, with a tight, figure hugging pencil skirt, black stockings, and a black lacy thong! I had felt the cool morning air blowing up my skirt and onto the bare flesh at the tops of my legs, and I could also feel it cold against the dampness of my pussy lips that were tingling and every nerve ending was alive like static electricity because the area was totally shaved. TART! I thought to myself as I giggled inwardly and hung up my coat and sat down to work.

John was already at his place behind the counter and I could feel his eyes burning upon me as I said the usual Monday morning greetings to my work colleagues, including John of course. The talk briefly was all about the party on Friday night and the fact that most people had got wasted but had a great time.

"I am glad you all enjoyed it!" Said John, "We must do it again soon!"

Just then the doors opened and the customers started to file in.

The morning passed quickly and without incident, so I took my lunch pack and went downstairs.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, 3 of my colleagues were finishing their staggered lunch break and returned to work. "Nothing personal, but it's time to go!" one of them laughed as we passed each other and I sat down after putting on the kettle.

I made two cups of coffee for myself and John as I was expecting him to come down and eat his lunch as usual. I nibbled at a sandwich and I sipped at my coffee as the clock ticked slowly by. I thought about going to see where John was, but I didn't want to appear eager. So I sat and waited like a schoolgirl with a crush. After 45 minutes I could wait no longer and none of the magazines or newspapers could keep my attention for more than a few seconds! I went upstairs and back to my workstation 15 minutes early. John was nowhere to be seen?

A few minutes later, John came in through the main front door and went straight into the toilet. A couple of minutes later he walked passed me and back to his workstation without a word.

"Where have you been?" I asked "Why didn't you come downstairs for lunch as usual?"

"Oh I just thought I would go out for a sandwich for a change" John replied without looking up.

Then the realisation hit me! The bugger did it on purpose to make me squirm downstairs on my own, knowing (or hoping!) that I would be looking at the clock and watching the stairs in eager anticipation. What a first class **** he is! I was furious but couldn't let him know that! I was still looking in his direction as I tried to change my facial expression from one of shocked indignation, to one of total indifference, but I hadn't even got close to achieving that before he looked up and smiled a big smug grin that I wanted to wipe off his face with the stapler that I had in my hand!

The rest of the day was thankfully very busy so the time passed quickly. The doors were locked up to the customers and we went through our usual routines of sorting out the necessary paperwork and cashing up the tills. For some reason I could get my till to balance and I had already rechecked things twice when most of my colleagues had said their goodbyes and walked out the door to go home. Just John, me and the manager remained.

Pat, the manager came out of his office and started his usual routine of closing the window blinds and looking around to see if everything was locked up – he came over to where I was counting out notes and asked if I had a problem.

"Yes, my till won't balance" I replied "I have rechecked it twice and can't find the problem"

"Oh Dear, that IS a problem" said Pat "Normally I would have stayed and helped you but I am out tonight and can't be late!

"That's OK!" John interjected "Just leave me the keys and I will lock up and set the alarm and we can sort it out together"

Pat jumped at the offer and didn't even consider if it was OK for me to be left alone with John!

Five minutes later, John was locking the door behind Pat and wishing him a nice evening.

John turned off the lights by the door and returned to my till. "OK let's start this again and see if we can't find the problem".

"Fine, thanks, but just let me text Dave and tell him I am running late"

So I texted Dave and told him my problem and left it open-ended as to when I would show up at home, and then we got down to checking the book entries and the cash. After about 20 minutes, John discovered a double entry which now made the till balance to the penny! Result! After another 5 minutes, everything was stowed safely away in the safe and we were good to go.

"Thanks very much for helping me with that John, I owe you one and next time you have a similar problem, I will be sure to help you out!"

John smiled and moved closer to me "I was kinda hoping you would want to repay me straight away!"

"Oh did you now?" I replied, knowing exactly what he was implying! "Well you can't blackmail me and ***** me to doing things like you did at the party because there is no-one around to ask questions!"

"***** you, did I? Asked John sarcastically "You didn't look like you were being ****** as you sucked my cock and squeezed my balls as you swallowed my cum!"

"And then would you have come on my tongue after about 5 seconds if I was ******* you?"

I blushed crimson at the thoughts he was bringing back to my mind.

"You LIKED sucking on my big cock, didn't you?" teased John "My cock is bigger than your husbands, isn't it?

"I love my husband, and I love my husband's cock and I am totally satisfied with how he uses it on me, thank you VERY much!"

"Admit it" Taunted John "my cock is bigger than your husband's and since you have had it in your pretty mouth, you have probably been fantasising about having it sawing in and out of your tight little pussy!"

"In fact, I bet you sat downstairs at lunch time playing with yourself because you were gagging for me to come down and let you suck it again!"

"You arrogant bastard!" I cried, "You tricked me into going upstairs with you at the party and then you took advantage of me."

"OK calm down" said John "I have a suggestion, why don't you let me kiss you, because I have had my cock in your mouth and I have had my mouth on your pussy, but I haven't even had the pleasure of kissing you properly! Don't you think that is a little bit 'horse before the cart'? "

"No" I replied "It just proves that you ****** me to do the things we did!"

"I could have let you get into big trouble about your till – you owe me one! Big time! Said John.

"If I agree to a kiss, will you let me go home and let this be an end to it?" I whispered.

"It would be good for a start!" replied John as he moved even closer and with one finger under my chin, he lifted my face to his and gently kissed my closed lips.

I felt an electric tingle as his lips touched mine, he held my head with one finger and returned his lips onto mine, this time kissing me and probing me with his tongue. His hand went to the back of my head and caressed my neck as his tongue found mine and I kissed him back. Softly at first, but then with growing passion as our tongues entwined and his hands went up and down my back to my ass cheeks and up to my neck. This sent shivers down my spine as I fought my body to stay in control. But I knew my body was betraying me and I was fighting a losing battle!

I suddenly panicked and pushed him away "No more!" I said "I am a happily married woman!"

"Just allow me one thing" John said

"Oh and what is that?" I asked, not knowing whether I wanted to know the answer and how I would react when he asked for one more (obviously sexual) favour!

"I have always had one major fantasy about you" Said John "You remember that day when you cock-teased me by bending over at the waist and staying down far longer than you needed to, just so I could see the clear outline of your thong and suspender belt?"

I remembered only to well and I nodded slowly.

"Well since that day, I fantasised about walking up behind you and turning you back to the counter so you were laying your top half on the counter with your pert ass up in the air. Then I slowly raised your skirt so I could see your pert ass, stockings and thong in all their glory" breathed John.

"And do you honestly think I would allow myself to be exposed to you in that way? I couldn't trust you not to hold me down and shove that big fat dick of yours up my exposed pussy! I replied.

"Well, to be honest, that IS how the fantasy ended up" Said John "But what if I was to promise you that I won't shove my big fat dick into your exposed pussy! As you so eloquently phrased it!

John continued "I promise I won't put my cock in your pussy, unless of course you BEG me to do it!"

There he goes again – challenging my resolve by his subtle tricks – he certainly knew how to push my buttons! He was basically saying that I was asking for everything I had got so far and would get in the future and he was challenging me to allow him to get to the point of no return and then beg him to continue! Boy was I angry now!

"You arrogant bastard" I screamed, "You might have a big fat dick, but you are not God's gift to women! If I allow you to enact your sleazy fantasy can I then go home to my husband?

"Of course" Said John

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

I walked over to the filing cabinet and my legs were like jelly.

I slowly bent over at the waist and looked over my shoulder to see John with that stupid smug grin on his face, whilst rubbing a huge bulge in his trousers.

He walked towards me and held my hips. He slowly eased me around until my head and upper body were resting on the counter.

I then felt him lightly touch my ankles and slowly trace his finger tips up my stocking covered legs, slowly over my calves and tracing small circles at the back of my knees before continuing up my thighs until he reached the hem of my skirt which he then hooked under his thumbs and kept pushing his fingers higher and higher, taking the skirt with it.

His fingers now made contact with my warm thighs above the stocking tops and he stopped to finger first one suspender and then the other, then moved his fingers to the outside of my thighs and back in to the inside where I now realised that my legs were apart. When did I do that? He certainly had not pushed my legs apart so I must have done that voluntarily!

I could feel his hot breath on my thighs as he pushed the skirt further and further up my body until it formed a belt above my hips and I knew that apart form a tiny little thong, I was totally exposed to his gaze.

He leant in closer until his lips touched my ass cheek – I jumped!

I heard him inhale deeply with his nose millimetres away from my pussy which I knew was betraying me and leaking juices into my thong.

He licked my ass cheeks in turn. He licked my thighs at the top of my stockings and he licked deep into the gap between my legs until he was so close to my pussy before pulling away and continuing onto my ass cheeks again.

This time he traced his tongue down the crack of my ass, he hooked one finger under my thong and pulled it slightly to one side so that his tongue made contact with the rosebud of my ass which contracted *************.

"My God, you are just as beautiful as I imagined" He breathed.

He continued to tease my ass with his tongue and then slowly licked the sensitive area in between my ass and my pussy. I moaned without realising it and I screwed up my eyes and tried to think of something else, but I could not deny that I was liking what John was doing to me – too much!

John's tongue started to lap at my pussy and I groaned – this has already gone too far, my brain told me! But my body would not move! It was as though I was being held by four pairs of hands as this bastard ravaged my prone body. But I knew that there were no hands holding me, and my body was quivering as his tongue invaded my private place.

"Did you shave your pussy for me?" asked John "It was not shaved at the party and now it is just even more beautiful!"

I didn't answer! My lips were so tightly clenched that I that I thought I would draw *****!

John's tongue had reached my clit and wild flashes went off in my head! His hands were buried in my ass flesh and he was pulling my pussy open and on to his tongue. And, I then realised, I was also pushing back so he could gain even deeper access to my married pussy!

Then a finger slowly pushed into my pussy and found that special place at the front wall of my vagina, and he started to caress that spot as his tongue continued to lash at my pussy, my clit, my asshole. Then two fingers were in my pussy, and his tongue pushed past my puckered sphincter and into my ass.

"OH FUCK!, OH GOD!, OH *****" my mouth had started to work but I was not in control of it. That cocky bastard with his tongue shoved up my asshole was in control of it!

John replaced his tongue with his thumb and now I had two fingers up my pussy and a thumb up my ass, and his tongue still lashing every sensitive area around my crotch.

****, I am going to cum! This bastard is going to make me cum again!

"OH ****! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH SHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!" I gasped as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. But still John kept on fucking me with his fingers and his tongue until I was shuddering and spasming like a freshly landed salmon.

Suddenly, his fingers and his tongue were gone, but I could not move!

I heard John move behind me and then I felt his hands on my ass as he once again kneaded the globes of my ass.

"You are just fucking perfect!" John breathed "If I was married to you I would not let you out of my sight because just the sight of you gives me a hard-on!

As he stroked my ass cheeks I felt so good, I could lie like this for hours, just stroking and caressing.

Then I felt something else on my leg, John rubbed it against my thigh and against my ass cheek, then he rubbed it from the front to the back of my pussy and then back again.

"Oh my God, is that your cock?" I screamed

"Yes it is baby, are you going to beg for it like a good little cock-tease?"

"No, you promised! You promised not to fuck me!

"If I remember correctly, I promised not to stick my big, fat dick into your exposed pussy! Unless of course you beg for it!" said John

"Well I am NOT going to beg for it" I shouted, as I tried to wriggle upright. But he had his hands pressing me firmly down onto the counter.

"In that case, we are going to have a change of plan!" said John

"What do you mean? You promised me!"

"And I won't break my promise" said John, as he continued to rub his cock head up against the folds of my pussy which was soaking his cock with my juices.

"We didn't make any promises about that pretty little ass of yours, now did we?"

As he said the words, and my brain struggled to comprehend them, he slid the head of his slippery cock up and against my tight little rosebud and pushed forward.

I screamed as I felt the head of his massive dick pop into the ring of my ass.

John grabbed his boxers and shoved them into my mouth to stifle my screams.

"Please no!, you are too big! You will split me in two!" I pleaded to no avail

My struggling was only making it worse because he now had several inches of his fat dick buried in my ass and it felt like a baseball bat! Dave had fucked me many times in the ass, and I loved it! But that was after he had slowly opened me up with KY jelly and his fingers, and then fucked me with his 6 inch dick. Now I had four inches of fat meat ****** into my hardly lubricated asshole and it already felt like my **** tube was being turned inside out!

I decided that the only way to get through this was to relax my body as much as I could because to fight him could cause me to rip.

I lay still and John said "there's a good girl, take my big fat dick up your tight little perfect ass!"

John slowly eased his cock back and forth, a couple of times he withdrew totally and rubbed his cockhead along my pussy and then spat on his dick before burying it back into my poor little ass. Each time he pushed forward, another inch got buried until finally, I felt his balls bounce against my clit and I knew he had got all of that giant cock inside me!

John gently rocked back and forth, I think he was concentrating on not cumming because this must have been the pinnacle of his fantasy and now he was buried balls deep and desperate to prolong the moment.

He reached down and started to stroke my clit with his fingers.

OH ****, please just cum in my ass and get this over with! Please don't make my body do things I don't want it to!

"Please don't!" I whispered "Please stop!"

"Stop?" replied John, "we are just getting started!"

At that he started to slide his cock slowly in and out of my ass, whilst rubbing my clit in circular movements that had my hips jerking and moving in ways I could not control.

As he pushed forward, his big heavy balls would hit against my pussy and that is normally a feeling I love because it is so ***********!

To be fucked like a dog with your lover's cock pumping into your body and their heavy nut sack bouncing against your clit is just the best feeling ever!

I then realised that I was pushing my hips back in anticipation of his balls bouncing off me and I also realised that the pain in my ass had subsided and had been replaced by a good feeling as his fuckstick slowly ploughed in and out of my prone body.

"Oh my God", said John "I can't hold it back any longer! I am going to blast my cum into that perfect little body of yours!"

The pace of his thrusts quickened and the speed of his fingers on my clit went faster too.

OH my God, he was pistoning into my ass like a fucking porn movie and I was fucking LOVING IT!

OH ****! Here it comes baby! Here it comes! OH SHHHHHIIIITTT!!

I felt the first warm pulse of cum hit my insides and the pressure in my ass raised another couple of notches and it sent me over the edge and into a blue/white/red haze that had me screaming with ecstasy.

John pumped my ass like he was a dog on heat and I pushed back hard with every thrust to ensure I got every millimetre of his cock to maximise the intensity of orgasm that I had not experienced before.

We lay there for several minutes, panting and not saying a word. His cock still felt huge in my sore ass and when he finally withdrew I felt the cum ooze out of my bum hole and onto my legs, and I felt an emptiness that was difficult to comprehend.

"YOU BASTARD!" I yelled at him as I stood up "You raped my ass!"

"You fucking loved it, and don't try telling me anything different!" Taunted John "I bet you have never cum as hard on your husbands little dick as you just did on mine!"

That comment hurt! Because however much I wanted to say it wasn't true, I knew it WAS! John had made me cum quicker and harder than Dave ever had! Even when I was fighting it!

John was an arrogant bastard, but not only did he have a big dick, he knew how to use it, and he knew how to use his hands and his mouth and his tongue too! My husband was a good lover as well! But I had to admit (if only to myself!), that a good lover with a big dick is even better!

I tried to argue further but the words just wouldn't come out.

And then arrogant bastard John played his Ace card:

He moved close to me and looked me straight in the eyes and said:

"And just imagine what it would be like to have my big, fat dick in that tight, little, shaved married pussy of yours. How hard will you cum then?"

Oh my God, I thought to myself as the realisation hit home – this is not the end!

I went to the toilet and cleaned myself us as best I could and when I came out, John was nowhere to be seen. I called his name and after a few seconds he appeared coming out of the manager's office and locked the door behind him.

"What were you doing in there?" I asked

"I just needed to check something, but it's fine, do you need a lift?" He asked.

"No thanks, I have had more than enough of you today!"

"Ok, suit yourself" said John

So we let ourselves out and John set the alarm and locked up.

"See you tomorrow pert ass" quipped John as we went our separate ways.

Sore ass, more like! I thought to myself as I ignored him and walked towards the bus stop.

I got home and went straight into the shower after greeting Dave who was busy cooking dinner for us.

"Sorry I'm late, I said, the damn till wouldn't balance and a couple of the guys had to stop behind and help me" I lied.

"No worries, sit down and we'll eat – do you want some wine?"

"Yes please, that will be nice – it's been a long hard day" I replied (In more ways than one, I thought to myself with a wry smile!)

I felt guilty, but I also felt more alive than I ever had – but I would have to tell John tomorrow that everything must stop from now on – it had gone too far and could NOT go any further – my marriage was too important!

We sat watching TV and then Dave said he was just popping over to a mate's to collect his golf clubs as he wanted to go to the driving range and have a few beers with his mates after work tomorrow night.

When Dave had gone, I sat there thinking about what had happened today and how stupid I was to let John have his way with me in the open office.

IN THE OPEN OFFICE!!!! OH FUCK! OH **** **** ****!

My stomach turned over and I felt sick, my skin went white as the colour drained from me – there is a CCTV camera in the office that records 24/7!

I ran to get my phone and rang John's mobile – it rang for what seemed like an eternity before John said "Hello, I thought you had had more than enough of me for one day!"

"Shut up you dickhead!" I screamed "There is a fucking camera in the office and it records 24/7!"

"I am aware of that" replied John

"You need to go back and get the tape before Pat gets in tomorrow morning!" I shouted

"I don't need to do that at all" replied John calmly "I am quite comfortable here with a few beers, watching TV"

"Don't be an asshole!" I screamed "If Pat sees that tape it will be at best totally embarrassing, and at worst, a fucking disaster!"

"For you, maybe!" taunted John "For me it will probably do my street credit a power of good!"

I breathed in heavily and paused for a long time before saying:

"Do you want me to beg?"

"That's exactly want I want you to do!" laughed John "But not to go back and get the tape because I don't need to!"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"I was obviously thinking a little bit clearer than you after the very pleasant events after work tonight, because when you were in the toilet, I went into Pat's office and put in a clean tape"

"And what happened to the tape you took out?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Like I said, I was watching TV and ******** a few beers", " OH!, and I am stroking my big fat dick, because what I am watching on the TV is you getting fucked in the ass, and boy is it GOOD to watch!"

I slammed the phone down and stared into space. I could feel the ***** pumping in my temples and my heart felt it was going to burst through my chest. THIS IS NOT A GOOD SITUATION! I thought to myself. This is NOT a good situation at all!

I was initially relieved that Pat would not see the tape, but I was worried with what John would do with it! Blackmail me? Show it to his mates and our work colleagues? Put it on the Internet? Oh my God, it didn't bear thinking about! I knew that the CCTV system was pictures only with no sound so any hope of me getting some sort of belief from those watching would be non-existent because all my protests were verbal and my actions were almost total compliance!

I did not get much ***** that night!

Tuesday morning was difficult to say the least, with very little exchange between me and John. Then lunch time came and John followed me down the stairs. As we descended, our other colleagues were on their way back to work.

As soon as the door closed, I turned to John "We have to talk!" I said

"OK, so talk!" said John nonchalantly.

"What are you going to do with that tape" I pleaded "You realise it could destroy my marriage!"

"I realise that totally!" replied John "But despite what you think of me, I like you a lot, and you are my work colleague, and I want us to get along and to continue to be friends. I also like Dave and I do feel guilty about what we have been doing, but having said all that, I can live with myself because the simple truth is - I just cannot resist you!

"Plus, let's be totally honest here – you have been a cock-teaser and I know I turn you on –you say one thing but your body does not believe a word you are saying!"

I ignored his last comment and asked "So what do you intend to do with the tape?"

"I want to give it to you!" replied John

"Just like that?" I asked, already knowing that it wasn't going to be that easy.

"No I think you have to "earn it" said John

"And how exactly do I earn it?"

"I need to experience your tight shaved pussy just once! I want to fuck you in your married pussy and make you cum on my big fat dick!"

"Please don't make me do that" I pleaded in desperation "Dave is out with his friends after work, let me come to your car and give you a blow job"

"You are in no position to negotiate" said John, with an evil smile on his face "You can come to my car after work by all means, but it will be to sit on my cock and ride me til we both come!"

"And what guarantee do I have that if I do what you ask, that you will give me the tape and not make a copy?

"You have my word!" replied John "I have not broken my promise yet and like I said, we have to continue to work together"

"Oh and I think I deserve a down payment because all this thought of drilling your pussy is making me horny!" said John, and he walked towards me and pulled down his zipper.

"You can't be serious!" I said "anyone could walk in at any moment!"

"You know that is not likely" replied John "and we will hear the door open and have several seconds before they appear. There are no cameras down here, so take out my cock and suck it like the good little cock-teaser that you are!"

I weighed up my options, and realised I didn't have any good ones. Anything I did to upset him would risk him making the tape public. And, after all, I wasn't doing anything I hadn't done already!

I resigned myself that I had no choice and sat down on the sofa in front of him and reached for the opening in his trousers. I reached in and pulled out a semi hard cock that already had a bead of pre-cum which I immediately licked into my mouth and I realised straight away to my shame, that I LOVED sucking his cock! It felt so big and heavy in my small hands. I wanted to pull out his big balls too but I realised that it would be difficult enough for him to hide his dick in his trousers if we were disturbed. But getting his hairy balls past a zip in a hurry might not be a good idea. I was actually disappointed that I didn't get to squeeze the cum out of them!

I looked up at him smiling smugly down at me and said "You know you are a fucking arrogant pig, don't you! If I were a man, I would punch your lights out!"

"If you were a man, we wouldn't be in this situation you stupid girl, now shut up and make me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours!"

I continued to look up at him as I teased and licked his cock with my tongue whilst slowly moving both my hands up and down his now solid, long fat shaft. I then took the head of his cock in my mouth and alternated with sucking and then blowing cold air on the sensitive head as I slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth over the head of his fuckstick. I pulled his foreskin up over and then ran my tongue around the head and in between the cockhead and his foreskin – I could tell John liked that because he moaned every time I did it!

I then got into a rhythm of sucking and wanking his cock as far into my mouth as I could take it. I fought my gag reflex as his cock head tried to ***** its' way down my throat and I found his heavy balls through his trousers and massaged them with my expert fingers.

I could feel his cock pulsing and the veins started to bulge and throb. I speeded up the action and John held my head onto his pistoning cock. I wanked his big dick with both hands and I felt his cock surge in my mouth. I looked up at his face just as he threw his head back and groaned and the first string of cum hit my tonsils. I continued to wank and suck and swallow until every drop was squeezed out of his magnificent cock.

John looked down at me as I continued to clean every inch of his dick with my eager tongue, still running my tongue around inside his foreskin and gauging his expression for a favourable reaction every time.

"You are the best cock sucker I have ever had the pleasure of knowing" Said John "My cock is still hard and I have a good mind to bend you over that sofa and fuck you right now!"

"But, I think a better idea is to give you a taste of what you can expect tonight after work!" he added.

John pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, I found that to be incredibly erotic, knowing that he was tasting his own cum and I could feel my pussy getting more and more wet by the second.

Johns' hands were on my breasts over my clothes and the nipples hardened to meet his caresses. He lent down and took one of my clearly protruding nipples between his teeth and bit down ever so gently. It felt soooo good!

His hand went under my skirt and immediately went to my wet pussy and pushed two fingers into my welcoming fuck hole, pushing my wet thong aside in the process. He continued biting at my nipple whilst he fucked me with two and then three fingers that were now going at a speed that took my breath away and made my legs buckle.

His thumb touched my clit and my orgasm started to build. My body started to quiver and, once again, I realised he was making me cum so quickly that it was embarrassing!

I was now half sitting on the arm of the sofa and my legs were spread as wide as I could get them with my skirt bunched around my waist.

Suddenly, he stopped! His fingers withdrew from my pussy and his teeth came away from my nipple. "Noooooo! Please don't stop" I breathed

John withdrew his fingers and licked one before putting the other two in my mouth. "It's only fair that we both taste our own juices!" smiled John

I licked his fingers gratefully and the tingling and aching in my groin and nipples continued.

"Please let me cum! I was so close" I said

"I know" replied John with that evil smile on his face

He then pulled my thong down and instructed me to step out of it. He put the wet material to his nose and inhaled deeply. "You are going to spend the afternoon with nothing to cover that pretty pussy and when the time comes after work, you are going to beg me to stick my cock in to satisfy the urge that is building inside you and is so desperate for release!"

"I am going to be the tease this afternoon" John continued "I am going to take every opportunity to brush up against you and remind you that your pussy is wet and open and waiting to be fucked as it should!"

I said nothing and he knew I was putty in his hands. This guy was everything that I wanted in a fantasy lover and I think that the whole illicit nature of what was happening made it even more intense!

John made me return to work without going to the toilet, 1) so I didn't finish off what he started and 2) so that my pussy was still wet and swollen from his fingers and with the cool air blowing up my skirt, it was a constant reminder of my exposed sex.

John was true to his word as he kept touching my ass and legs every time he passed close by (which was much more than usual!) On one occasion when I was explaining something to a customer, John joined in the conversation whilst standing behind my shoulder and for the next few minutes, he kneaded my ass flesh surreptitiously.

When home time came, I was a wreck! I knew I had to go ahead with John's demands, and in any other circumstances I would have been a totally willing participant! But the thought of John fucking me where no-one other than my husband had been since we were married, hurt me deeply.

And, also there was also the trepidation that I could go along with his demands and STILL not get the tape! All I could do was hope in that respect!

We all said our goodbyes and I walked off in the direction of the bus as usual. I had been walking for 5 minutes when a car drew up beside me with its' window rolled down.

"Need a lift pretty lady?" said a voice from within.

I opened the car door and sat inside without a word. I fastened my seatbelt and a hand reached across and squeezed the flesh of my inner thigh gently.

"Where are you taking me?" I enquired

"I am taking you to the tape" replied John

We arrived at his house without saying another word. John had his hand on my inner thigh the whole journey. It moved slowly from the top of my stockings, then almost but not quite, to my bare pussy lips, and back down in slow circular movements. He was deliberately keeping me on a plateau of pleasure but would not allow me to go over the top.

We went inside and John took my coat and led us straight upstairs to the master bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and moved over to the TV and switched it on. He then pressed play and a grainy CCTV picture started to appear on the screen. He had obviously paused it at a point when I was lying forward on the counter with my legs spread apart and John had his head buried in my ass and his hand was moving rapidly in and out of my groin. It was incredibly erotic and I wanted to watch more but I said:

"Can you turn it off please?" I asked "I don't need to see it!"

"But it's coming up to the best part!" Said John, "Unfortunately the angle of the camera is not so good and you can't actually see my cock going in and out of your tight asshole, but it is obvious that you are getting a real good fucking and you are pushing back onto me and clearly enjoying every second!"

"OK thank you, I have seen enough" I said

"Stand up!" said John "I want to see your beautiful body naked!"

"I need you to promise me that you will give me the tape and that you have not shown this to anyone else and you have not made any copies!" I said as bravely as I could (although I didn't feel very brave and did not have a clue what to do next if he didn't agree!)

"We were friends before and I want us to be friends in the future" replied John "Now can we both just enjoy the moment and forget about the tape "In fact, as a gesture of goodwill, I will take the tape out of the VCR and put it in your bag. There, the tape is now in your possession. You will have to take my word for it that I haven't shown it to anyone else and I haven't taken a copy – in fact I don't have the facility to copy old VCR tape – my VCR is just a player – you can see for yourself – happy?"

"Happy is not a word I would use to describe this situation!" I replied

"OK let's change that to satisfied, and assume that we are talking about a little while from now when you and I are well and truly SATISFIED!" said John "Now, pretty please with a cherry on top, can I see your beautiful body naked?"

I stood up and looked at my feet as I undid the buttons on my blouse and let it fall off my shoulders, my breasts heaved in my bra as my breathing was deep and laboured. My fumbling fingers then found the catch and zip to my skirt and I pushed it and my slip to the ground and stepped out of it.

John caught his breath as my exposed pussy came into view but he still watched in silence.

My hands went to my suspender belt "No!" said John "Leave the stockings and heels on"

So my hands reached out behind me and unclasped my bra and I pushed the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I glanced down at my heaving breasts and saw that even though it was warm in the room; my nipples were as hard as bullets and sticking out. Even the aerola around my nipples were engorged and distended. And I knew that my pussy had been wet since lunchtime and was now flowing anew. It seemed like my body wanted this too much and only my conscience was fighting for my honour – and my conscience was down on the ropes in the first round and the towel was about to be thrown in!

"You are more beautiful than I imagined!" John breathed "There isn't an ounce of fat on your body and every part of you is perfect! Please turn around."

I turned on wobbly legs and stood as his eyes devoured my body – it felt good to be wanted and appreciated that much!

"Come here!" said John and I turned and walked towards him and stood in front of him, unable to look into his eyes, I stared into his body and watched his chest heave in time with my own.

"Undress me!" John whispered

He stood motionless as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His body was testament to the fact that he spent many hours in the gym with muscles that were well toned but not of body builder proportion. His stomach was slim and flat with a hint of a six-pack.

I undid his trousers and unzipped his fly and pushed the trousers off his hips into a pool around his ankles. His boxer shorts bulged ridiculously as they strained to constrain the erection within.

John reached down and removed his socks along with the trousers and kicked them to one side and then stood willing me to continue.

I went down on one knee and hooked my fingers into his waistband. I pulled down and forward to clear the end of his huge cock that stood at rightangles to his body. It pulsed as if it had its' own throbbing heart. The veins looked as though they would burst – it looked like an iron rod covered with skin and it looked even bigger than before!

I stood up and looked at him. Awaiting further instructions.

John reached and took my shoulders and pushed me gently back towards the bed. My knees made contact and I sat down and John continued pushing my shoulders until I lay flat and he was alongside me. He reached forward and kissed me with the tenderness of a lover's first kiss. Our tongues entwined and his hand gently caressed my hair and neck. His lips moved from mine and proceeded to kiss every inch of my face and neck with little butterfly touches that had my skin tingling with anticipation.

Then his kisses went down from my neck and onto my body, slowly encircling my breasts and then ever closer to my hard nipples, he finally kissed and then sucked each nipple gently into his mouth, before releasing and continuing lower, onto my flat stomach and into my navel, over my hips and all around my pussy mound but never making contact. I could feel my pussy lubricating like I had never known. His tender kisses continued down my thighs and onto my stocking covered legs, past my knees, calves and ankles before his lips and tongue traced the arch of my feet and down to my toes before changing to the other foot and slowly working his way up in the opposite journey to the first leg. He continued around my pussy mound until I felt an uncontrollable urge to grab his head and push it down onto my pussy but at that very moment he lifted my legs, kneeled on the floor and continued his kisses in my inner thigh. My legs spread wider of their own accord, willing him to move into my married pussy and give me the release I had been desperate for since he left me hanging several hours before.

When his tongue finally made contact with my pussy lips, my hips jerked in spasm. I ************* pushed my hips up to meet his mouth and tongue but he continued to gently lick and nibble at my pussy and only occasionally would make contact with my clit. This agonising but incredibly erotic teasing went on for what seemed like an eternity and my orgasm was building. My hands went of their own accord and kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples hard. But John pulled my hands back down to my side and continued his butterfly kissing of my pussy.

My hips were twitching up and down, trying to increase the friction between tongue and clit, but each time John would move lower, still on sensitive erogenous areas but not allowing me to find the release my body craved. I grabbed his head and pulled and for an instant I was rewarded with his face pressed into my sex. I ground my hips to increase the contact but John grabbed my hands and suddenly all contact was gone! I lay there breathing like I had run a marathon, my wrists were in his hands, my legs were high in the air and my heels were digging into his shoulders, trying to pull him back into me.

John stood up and lifted me and turned me in the same moment. He pushed forward until my head and hands made contact with the bed and my legs were straight and standing on the floor with my ass high in the air. My breasts heaved and hung heavily, my nipples felt like they would burst.

John leant down and grabbed my ankles and pushed them further apart until my legs were spread wide. He then stood up and placed his hand upon my hip. With his other hand, he grabbed his rock hard dick and wiped his pre-cum on my ass and thighs. He rested his fuck stick in the cleft of my ass and slowly sawed it back and forth across my puckered ass hole.

Then he moved back and then his cock made contact with my pussy lips. He rubbed the head slowly back and forth across the entire length of my pussy before pushing forward and the top of his cock grazed against my clit, back and forward, teasing and stroking until I thought I would scream.

He then moved back slightly and placed the massive dome of his cock just inside my pussy lips and then placed both hands on my hips. My pussy tried to clamp down on his cock and pull it into my body. My ass pushed back to try and get another millimetre into my eager pussy. Each time I moved, John kept the distance by increasing the pressure on my hips.

"You know what you have to say!" John breathed.

"Please!" I implored

"I want to hear the words! I have a promise to keep!" repeated John

"Please fuck me!" I cried in desperation.

"I want to hear the exact words!" John repeated in mantra fashion.

"PLEASE PUT YOUR BIG, FAT COCK IN AND FUCK MY MARRIED PUSSY!" I screamed.

"Good girl!" said John and his grip changed on my hips and then he pulled me onto his big, fat cock in one slow movement and although my pussy had never had anything that big in it before, I was so wet and so ready that it sank to the hilt and his balls rested on my pussy lips.

The flood gates opened and my body was finally allowed to release its pent up energy - I came immediately and even more liquid oozed out of my pussy, past his cock and down my legs. My body twitched uncontrollably and if John was not holding me up I would have collapsed onto the bed.

"Your pussy is so tight I can feel every ridge, and you are sooo wet. My cock is soaking up your juices" John whispered as he held me still, savouring the first moment that he finally had his massive cock buried to the balls inside his fantasy girl.

John then withdrew slowly until just the tip of his cock was resting inside my pussy, he teased me again with small in/out movements of just a few inches before slamming his cock right into me again and again. Relentlessly he fucked me until my senses reeled and I was having one mini orgasm after another that built in intensity until I was just cumming continuously in a series of multiple orgasms.

Still he slammed his fuck stick into my battered pussy until suddenly he felt the sap start to rise and his strokes quickened into a frenzied jackhammer onslaught and then finally he thrust forward and held me so tight with his hands gripping my hips and pulling me as hard as he could onto his cock as it pulsed and pulsed his hot seed deep inside my pussy.

We both collapsed in a heap on the bed and were panting like dogs on a hot summers' day.

"Happy now?" I asked

"Very!" replied John "Are you happy?"

"Not happy, but I AM satisfied!" I smiled

"So where do we go from here?" John asked

"We go back to being just work colleagues!" I replied

I looked at John and the sadness in his eyes was obvious. And I asked myself, can I go back to that, knowing what I was missing? Hmmmm

The next few days at work went by without real incident although the sexual tension between us was obvious! I felt sure that our colleagues must be talking about us but nothing was said and the boss had not got involved, so maybe I was imagining it?

Several days later, we were alone downstairs for the first time since everything "came to a head" and John blurted out that he was considering looking for another job because he couldn't bear to work with me every day, knowing that he had "tasted paradise" as he so eloquently put it. But now he was so close to me and the frustration of not being able to touch me was driving him nuts! When he said that, I realised that I was thinking exactly the same, but could not bring myself to admit it – at least not to John!

"What did you do with the tape?" ask John

"I destroyed it of course!" which was true because I could not risk it being found by Dave, but that wasn't before I watched it from start to finish – twice! And on both occasions I stroked my sopping wet pussy to multiple orgasms as I re-lived the violent orgasms John had given me with his 9 inch dick buried balls deep in my poor little ass hole!

Of course I didn't volunteer that information to John!

"I don't want you to leave", I said, "Before this happened, we were friends, and we enjoy working together. Can't we go back to how it was?" I was speaking the words, but I didn't believe the meaning of what I was saying! – Oh God, what a mess! I thought inwardly.

"I have been true to our agreement" said John, "I haven't done anything that you haven't agreed to and although I totally understand that you love your husband and don't want to hurt him, I know that you enjoyed the sex every bit as much as I did!"

I didn't answer that comment, I didn't need to – he knew, that I knew, that it was 100% true!

"Can't we at least go back to my 'daily fix' of feeling your suspender belt and stocking tops through your skirt?"

"Oh sure" I replied, "and how long do you think that will last before you start pushing the boundaries and we before we know it, we are fucking like rabbits over the desk again?"

"Sooner rather than later" John grinned "I know you loved my big dick inside your tight pussy, and I know that however much you love your husband, I know that you don't get that same feeling with him, and I am willing to bet that you have never come as hard with him, as you did when my cock was inside you!"

I looked at the floor, not saying a word! Once again, he knew, that I knew, that what he was saying was SO true! And what's more, just the thought of it, and his filthy talk of having his big dick inside my tight pussy was causing my already moist hole to really get wet and my legs were starting to twitch as the all too familiar sensations were coursing through my body.

I had to get out of there! I picked up my cup of coffee and returned to my workstation. Several minutes later, John came up and didn't return my gaze as he walked by me.

That weekend, I had agreed to go out with some girl friends in town and we had a few ****** at home before hitting the bars and although I am not usually a big *******, I got persuaded to go along with a few rounds of shots that left my head buzzing and my senses reeling. We decided to go on to a club and after a quick queue-up (my mate knew one of the bouncers), we were in and dancing after having yet another couple of shots.

We all love to dance, and the ***** made us all enjoy the moment so much more. Very soon, we were attracting attention from the opposite sex as my friends are all attractive, fit girls, and there was plenty of flesh on display!

I was so wired and really feeling the rhythm of the music as I closed my eyes and went with the beat. But I wasn't so ***** that I didn't react when a pair of hands gripped my waist from behind and started dancing close. I pulled forward and broke free and as I opened my eyes, I saw a few of my friends were still close by; but they were also getting the close attention of guys.

I half looked behind me and could see a couple of guys but couldn't be sure which one had grabbed me – the music and the ******* soon took over again as I danced with abandon.

A few seconds later, the hands were back on my waist and followed quickly by a head by my shoulder that leaned into my neck and shouted above the music "hello sexy, fancy seeing you here!"

I spun around and there was John, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I was shocked, excited and worried in the same instant! "I didn't know you came to places like this" I said.

"Why not? I am not that much older than you, you know!" And a guy has got to get his kicks somehow"

I looked around searching for sight of my friends and eventually saw one several yards away but she was dancing close to a guy and obviously loving the attention.

I turned back to John, who continued to dance, and I had to admit, he danced and moved rather well! Was there no end to this guy's talents?

"It seems like you have lost your friends!" shouted John " Do you want to dance, or can I buy you a *****?"

My head was swimming, with the *******, and with the situation of being 'alone' with John. I couldn't enjoy the dancing so I opted for the *****. John took my hand and picked his way through the teeming throng of people on the dance floor and a few seconds later we were on the far corner of the bar, with John holding up a £20 note and trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff. He got my order of a gin and tonic and one for himself – we then moved into the corner so most people had their backs to us and he closed in and whispered in my ear "you look so fucking hot tonight"

"When you were dancing, your short skirt rode up a few times as you spun around and I could see the beautiful cheeks of your perfect ass! So tell me, does that mean you are wearing a thong? Or did you leave your underwear at home?"

I gave him an old-fashioned look and leaned in to him to reply "I am a married woman! Of course I am not going to go out clubbing with no knickers on!"

"Should I take your word for it? Or should I check for myself" John replied and as he spoke close to my ear, his lips brushed my neck and I felt him inhale through his nose as he breathed in my perfume and the glow of my exertions. It sent a shiver through my spine and I was powerless to move as I felt his free hand touch my back and felt the clasp of my bra. The hand quickly slid down the small of my back and made small circles there before sliding further down until he ran his finger along the outline of my thong as it disappeared into my ass cheeks.

"What a good girl you are" breathed John "God, you smell so good!"

My legs were trembling, I necked my ***** and reached out to put the empty glass on the bar and grabbed hold of the counter to steady myself.

"Be careful", said John "we can't have you going over on those killer heels and breaking your beautiful ankle!" And with that he spun me around so I was leaning back into him and his arm reached around and circled my waist. I didn't move because a) I was glad of the stability on my shaky legs and b) it felt good!

"Maybe we can stand here and dance in the corner" whispered John, as he started to move and grind his pelvic area into my ass. His hand was now making butterfly movements across my stomach as he moved from just under the swell of my breasts, down over my flat stomach, and down to the line at the top of my thong.

The ****** from earlier and the G&T I had just necked were clouding my judgement as I allowed him to work his magic on my prone body, and suddenly, I realised that I was also moving in time to the music, and was pushing back onto his hardening cock!

This was the only message John needed to receive as I felt his other hand cup my ass cheek and start to knead the flesh and grind his cock even harder into me.

"Please stop" I said

"Your pretty mouth says one thing, but your beautiful body is saying something completely different! Whispered John into my ear before running his lips across my neck and gently nibbling my ear lobe.

The tingling in my spine had gone up several levels on the Richter scale and all the nerve end messages were now converging in my groin as I felt my pussy lubricate and develop that all too familiar itch around my clit that NEEDED to be scratched!

The sensation of Johns hand on my ass suddenly felt warmer and I was not too ***** to realise that he had moved quickly and expertly from outside my short skirt to underneath it and was now worming his fingers deeper and deeper into the crack of my ass.

I looked around and saw a sea of dancing backs – everyone was facing towards the bar or the dance floor and no-one was giving us a second glance – I closed my eyes as Johns finger made contact with my puckered ass-hole and slowly circled his finger and pushed slightly forward until he popped through up to the first knuckle and continued his slow circular movements that had me ************* pushing back onto his finger, and to the rock hard cock that was pushing against my ass cheek.

I had one hand covering his hand that was sensually stroking my stomach, and the other was reaching back and holding his hip – I remember thinking that my efforts at keeping him at bay were little short of pathetic and certainly ineffective as they just lay there and allowed him free licence with my body that was now on heat!

His finger left my ass and his hand slid down a few centimetres where he made contact with the back of my embarrassingly wet pussy. He groaned into my neck as he slid his finger across my oily slit and then curled it slightly as he drew it back and in doing so parted my lips and made contact with the so sensitive folds beneath. I gasped!

Still we gyrated to the music, and his fingers moved in time with the beat as he stroked and toyed with my pussy lips, without actually making contact with my clit that was just beyond his reach from the back.

John slid his finger slowly across my pussy lips and up and over my rosebud before withdrawing his hand completely.

DON'T STOP!

My head silently screamed! But I didn't speak, and I thought he had come to his senses. But then his mouth was at my neck again and his other hand was making lower circles, over the waistband of my skirt, and lower onto the top of my thong, and lower still, onto my mound. I opened my eyes expecting to see a baying mob cheering us on, but was greeted only by dancing backs. My hand closed on his, as his fingertips came in contact with the top of my pussy and brushed my clit. My eyes closed again as sparks went off in my head and down into my clit.

His hand suddenly withdrew.

DON'T STOP!

My eyes opened – I then realised that with his free hand he had been unzipping and pulling out his big fat cock as the familiar heat of his fuck-stick made contact with my inner thigh!

I was in a panic! Oh God, he is going to fuck me here in a crowded bar! My legs were shaking and my hands were hanging limply by my side as my befuddled brain tried to make sense of the crazy situation I was in!

I felt John's left hand pull my thong and grip my ass cheek in one hand, and with the other he was rubbing his massive dick in the oily crack of my ass and across my pussy lips. My six inch heels presented my dripping pussy at the perfect height for him to place the mushroom head at my opening and push forward until he sunk four or five inches into my eager, sopping wet hole.

I felt john's legs bend as he lowered himself slightly and then pushed upwards and another couple of inches penetrated me and I realised I had stopped breathing and my face was contorted into a mask of surprise and utter pleasure.

I fought the very strong urge to lean forward and allow him to shove all of his 9 inch fat love stick into me, but I knew that that would attract attention and instead widened my stance slightly to get a few more, all important millimetres into me.

He wrapped his arms around me and slowly gyrated his hips against mine as we pushed against each other. His right hand reached under the side of my skirt and slid down to my clit where he started circular motions in time with our grinding. It took only a few seconds of that before I started to come like a steam train! My pussy muscles tightened and spasmed on his cock and that obviously sent him over the edge as I felt him growl in my ear as his cock pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot love juice into my ravaged pussy.

I pushed his hand away from my over-sensitive clit and his hands covered mine as he spooned against me with his softening cock still throbbing inside me. We swayed together with the music until I felt our combined juices start to run down the inside of my thigh.

"You bastard! You fucked me again! I can't believe that you fucked me again, and in a public place! What the hell was I thinking?"

John reluctantly accepted my unease and, as discreetly as he could, removed his softening dick and zipped up – he then followed me across the bar towards the toilets.

On the way there, I saw one of my friends who was talking to a good looking guy – when I got close, I told her that I wasn't feeling so good and one of my work mates had agreed to drive me home. We exchanged kisses and parted.

Why did I tell her that? I thought to myself as I tottered towards the toilet? We went through the door and immediately the sound levels of the thumping music dropped to a level more conducive to conversation – but we both went into our respective toilets in silence, and I did a hasty job of mopping up my legs and groin, but still it continued to ooze out of me as I replaced the cold wet thong against my hot pussy. God he could unload a huge amount of cum!

John was waiting for me as I came out and he led me like a lamb towards the exit. We walked with his arm around my waist and the air was still warm but fresh, after a long hot summer's day. I tottered uneasily on my six inch heels and his grip went from firm to hugging as I meandered up the path.

I finally broke the silence "where are we going?" I slurred "I need to go home"

"It's OK" replied John "we are heading towards the taxi rank"

We appeared to be taking the long route to the taxi rank that I knew and suddenly we took a detour through a church yard that was dimly lit.

"It's spooky in here" I complained, as we turned an even darker corner and were now totally hidden from the roads and paths that ran only a few metres away.

"I just need a kiss from those beautiful lips before you run home to your husband" said John as he turned me to have my back against the wall "I have had my cock in your pussy but we haven't even kissed!"

"I didn't have too much to say on the matter of you fucking my pussy! Now did I?"

"If I had raped you, do you think my big fat cock would have slid into your tight pussy as easy as it did? John retorted.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I stood there, trying to act totally impassive, but as his gentle little nibbles with his lips and teeth against my soft lips continued relentlessly, I couldn't help myself, and my tongue came forward to my lips, and met his. Two seconds later and our tongues and teeth were mashing together as we kissed passionately and my hands were on his neck and in his hair.

John spun me around and continued to kiss and bite at my neck as his hands cupped my heaving breasts and he immediately found the bullet hard nipples that were straining against the fabric. He slipped one hand inside my shirt and into my bra and kneaded the firm flesh and flicked at the sensitive nubs that were now aching to be sucked. He turned me around again and I pulled open my shirt for him as his mouth clamped down on my aching tits. His hands were under my skirt and I spread my legs as wide as I could as one hand played with my ass flesh and the other stroked at my clit before plunging two fingers in and out of my still sopping pussy! I came again! If I hadn't been holding his head so tightly, I would have fallen to the floor!

I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to kiss me fervently again – I pulled apart and shouted in his face "OK you win!" I need you to stick your big fat cock up my married pussy – but this time I want ALL of it!"

John grinned! And once again I was spun around and I held onto a convenient grave stone as John lifted my short skirt and positioned himself behind me.

He cruelly rubbed the fat mushroom head against my pussy lips as once again he mixed his pre-cum with my hot juices.

"Don't tease me, you fucker!" I screamed "shove it in until I feel your big balls slapping against my clit!"

John left his cock-end at the entrance to my pussy and placed both hands on my hips. Then with one, slow, easy movement, he glided his huge cock into my welcoming pussy. I groaned with the pure ecstasy of once again being totally full with 9 solid inches of fat cock!

I pushed back hard to make sure I had every millimetre of him inside of me but then could only hang on with all my might as he started to piston in and out of me like a dog on heat! His heavy nut sack started to rhythmically bang against my clit and I came again! Then my orgasms just didn't stop as every fibre in my body was centred on the primeval joining of our bodies and I started to scream and then bit down hard on John's hand as he tried to stifle my squeals of pure passion.

It was less than an hour ago that John had climaxed so this time he took longer and for what seemed like an eternity, my head and pussy were exploding like fireworks at a theme park finale.

Suddenly, I felt his balls tighten, and once again, felt the tell-tale swelling and throbbing of his cock as it spat more hot cum deep inside my pussy!

We both fell in a heap on the floor, I leant back against the gravestone and watched in awe as his nine-inch dick throbbed and pulsed as it continued to dribble cum.

I couldn't help myself, I leaned forward and licked our combined juices off of his cock and then sucked the head into my mouth to make sure I tasted every last drop.

"Holy *****" exclaimed John "that was the best fuck ever!"

He looked into my eyes, and once again, he knew I was thinking exactly the same thing.

Slowly we cleaned ourselves up as best we could with the tissues I had in my handbag and walked to the taxi rank.

Just before we got there, John pulled me into a doorway and we enjoyed another long, passionate kiss.

We waited in silence as the queue quickly dwindled and suddenly John opened the rear door and I moved unsteadily to sit inside. He leaned in close, pecked me on the cheek, and whispered "see you at work on Monday, Sweet Cheeks!"

He closed the door and I looked up at that familiar smug grin on his face as the taxi drove away.

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The Capture


Her name was Tab short for Tabitha but oh how she disliked the full version of her name, the shorten version reminded her of her beloved pet, a yellow colored tabby cat who she named Thomas. Her cat was her only companion at home in her small one bedroom flat, she had a living room and a kitchen with the table in it.

She runs to the bedroom going thru drawers to see what she will need to take on vacation, the weather will be nice so she throws in shorts, some short skirts, under things, and her favorite pj's those with a soft tank and the bottoms with pictures of cat heads all over. She laughs out loud as she thinks to herself how ******** her pj's must seem to her girl friends, well there won't be a Thursday night movie sit in this coming week.

"I'm getting out of here for a solid week, I'm so excited Tom, just wished I could take you with me. But you will be fine with my girl friend Sandy, she's crazy about you, don't you know?"

"Meow"

"Hungry old boy?"

She takes Tom to the kitchen, feeds him and makes sure there is water there for him. Going thru the flat she looks around to make sure all is in order. Her mom will pick up the mail and lay it on the table for her, so no other lose ends to tie up.

She decides its time for a bath then bed. She gets the bath done quickly making sure she washes her hair. She sets the alarm to go off in the morning for the plane leaves at 10 am and she needs to be at the airport by 9 am at the latest. Sandy will drive her cause she didn't want to leave her Honda in the airport parking lot.

Stretching out she looks at herself in the bedroom full size mirror, she is an attractive girl of 20 yrs with long brown curly hair, a nice set of tits, flat stomach, and a nice round ass with long legs, she is tan for visits to tanning booths.

She wrinkles her nose, "Tom I don't know why none of the guys I've dated really makes an impression on me, could I be just plain cold? Oh well, I've a good job, an ok apartment, and I owe no bills. Night Mr. Tom." She reaches down and scratches the cat behind his ears and he purrs in contentment. She slides into bed and pulls the covers up to her neck.

Buzzz buzzzz. "Ok, ok. I'm up, ok," Getting up in the mornings are always the hardest on her. Standing up she walks to the reading chair in the corner where she laid out what she was wearing to Africa. She can't believe her good fortune, finding a vacation package for a week in Africa.

"Mornin Tom I'll miss you ole buddy but I will be on the coast of Africa soaking up the sun and ******** strawberry daqs'. You'll survive a week without me." Laughs Tab.

Grabbing Tom she places him in his pet carrier and goes to the kitchen to grab her special K bar for breakfast and wash out the cat's bowls. Just as she finishes this task, there's a knock on the door. "Woot time to go!"

"Good morning Sandy, thank you for all you are doing for me."

"Your welcome girl friend you did the same for me last year."

The trip to the airport was done fairly fast due to the early morning traffic being light. Finding a parking spot at the airport was a headache. "A car is pulling out just ahead, step on it Sandy."

"Will do. A bit excited are we?"laughs Sandy.

"Yes my first vacation without my parents around. No telling me not to ***** and stop talking to strange boys."

"But do be careful girlfriend you are going to be out of country. So watch yourself."

"What could happen? I'm going to a major seaside city, at a resort, most of the time I'll be shopping or swimming."

"You never know chick."

"Going to watch me take off?"

"Wouldn't miss it. I love airplanes."

She checks in with no problems. Walking to the gate was no problem either considering the gate happens to be on the side of the airport they came in on. Looking around she notices that the plane will be quite full.

"Got your ear plugs, or mp3 player?"

"I got my mp3, and a book in my purse. I don't want to be talked to death all the way there."

"Which seat did you get?"

"Window, looking forward to seeing all I can. I want to see the first sight of Africa. To bad I'm too chicken and too broke to book a safari. I would love to see the sights of the inland jungle and all those exotic *******. Specially the wild cats."

"You and cats, I swear you will die an old woman with a house full of cats."

"Ya think? I hope not Sandy. But there isn't a man I dated that makes me tingle or even get fully excited. What is wrong with me?" half laughing and half confused Tab admits.

"Nothing girlfriend, you just haven't met Mr right for you. I was beginning to think that of myself until I happened to meet Steve in that club six months ago. We hit it off right away."

"No joke your parents almost killed you for rushing into marriage. Wasn't proper not to wait the full year of engagement, you only had 3 months of engagement before the wedding. But it was such a wonderful ceremony. I am blessed you asked me to be your Maid of Honor."

"Why wouldn't I? We've been best friends since pre-school. Shoot we kissed the same boy for our first kiss. Not to mention all those parties we used to crash just for fun. Remember you getting caught with Alan Croons in the den?"

"How could I forget? Dad lost it that night. It was a month before I could have a phone call let alone go out with my friends. 'You'll end up pregnant before you finish high school, then where will you be Tab my girl?'."

"He actually said that out loud to you?"

"Yes" Over the loud speaker she hears "Flight 7 boarding at gate 12."

"Well Sandy take care of Tom, and thank you again. Bye girlfriend." she quickly hugs Sandy.

"You are welcome and take care of yourself. You owe me a report on your trip when you get back. Bye girlfriend."

She boards the plane, takes her seat and buckles her belt. The flight to Africa was going to be a long one so she decides that she will sink in her seat and get some shut eye now so she will be awake when they arrive.

Africa was beautiful, all kinds of different flowers with colors to the extreme. She could hardly grasp the beauty of the area. She quickly goes to baggage claims and collects her bags.

"Hello Miss, first time to Africa?" asked a handsome olive skinned man.

"Yes it is."

"My name is Manus, nice to meet you Miss."

"Nice to meet you too Manus. My name is Tab."

"Tab?"

"It's short for Tabitha. I don't like my full name, so I use Tab,"

"Cool, staying long?"

"A week."

"Nice. Well, I hope to see you around, I'm staying at the Kabra Waters Resort. Maybe I can take you to dinner while you're here?"

"Maybe, I'm staying at Kabra Waters as well. See you around, bye."

"Bye Tab."

Grabbing her cases she throws up a hand in farewell. Walking out the front of the airport she hails a cab. "Kabra Waters Resort, please."

"Right away ma'am."

Looking around her at the different buildings and the yards with the beautiful flowers and trees it just takes her breath away. Sitting back exhausted but so happy. The ride wasn't a very long one, the cab pulls up to the Resort. "Here we are Miss."

"How much do I owe you?"

"No owe Miss, Mister paid your fare."

"Who? I don't know no one here."

"A nice gentlemen in a suit with dark hair."

"Well thank you."

Shaking her head as she checks in to the resort and finds her room. Wonder why that man paid for my fare? She looks at the clock and notices that more than half the day is gone. Picking up the phone she dials the lobby.

"Front Lobby"

"What time does the Tikki Restaurant closes?"

"In 2 hours Miss."

"Thank you. Bye."

"Bye Miss."

She looks in the bathroom mirror checking out her appearance. Won't do, must change, this outfit got a bit dusty. She quickly hops into the shower for a quick rinse and steps out of the shower and runs back to the room.

Just wrapped in a towel she lifts her case to the bed, opens it up and pulls out all the items on hangers and gives them a good shake, placing them in the closet. Then digs out a pair of thongs with a matching bra, grabs a cute sundress from the closet. Quickly she puts on the clothes, adds a touch of eye shadow, liner, and mascara to top off the make up she chooses a light pink glaze gloss to match the light pink of the sun dress. She looks at the three pair of shoes she brought and picks out a white pair of 3" heels. Grabbing her purse she heads for the restaurant.

Je vais attendre les épisodes en français, lol!

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voilà pour vous spécialement soumis8

Sidonie et Marc



Sidonie est une jeune femme de 28 ans, jolie blonde aux yeux bleus, grande au corps élancé, elle est avocate, marié à George 45 ans, homme d'affaire connu et reconnu et éditeur.
Marc 30 ans est un très riche écrivain, il crée aussi des scénarios de films, il est marié, sa femme Rachel est une actrice de série télé de zone B.
Il a connu Sidonie au collège, c'était la reine et elle avait tous les garçons à ses pieds, elle n'a jamais eu un regard pour Marc, qui pourtant en était amoureux mais elle préférait les joueurs de foot ou les garçons plus âgés qu'elle, Marc n'était pas le premier de la classe et avait à l'époque un physique insignifiant, ils se ***t perdus de vue à la fac et depuis, ils ne se ***t pas revus.
La vie est parfois drôle et a des chemins détournés qui ***t étonnants, rien n'attirait Sidonie dans Marc à l'époque des études et elle va se retrouver face à un homme très séduisant, à l'intelligence inouïe, qui ne va même pas la regarder, alors qu'elle en est amoureuse et folle de désir.
Marc a un problème de couple et pense divorcer, il est encore amoureux de sa femme mais celle-ci est infidèle et le cocufie avec tout ce qui bouge ou porte un pantalon, les jupes aussi d'ailleurs, après une histoire rocambolesque, il décide de voir un avocat et demande à sa secrétaire d'en trouver un, spécialisé dans les divorces.
Il se rend à *** rendez-vous, il est introduit dans un bureau, une jeune femme blonde très belle vient lui serrer la main et se présente.
- Bonjour, je suis maître Sidonie le Marchand, asseyez-vous !
Marc ne reconnaît pas tout de suite Sidonie mais ce nom lui dit quelque chose et cela fait tilt dans sa tête, c'est cette pimbêche qui snobait tout le monde et sortait avec les mecs en vue du lycée.
Il expose *** problème et l'avocate lui demande ce qu'il compte faire, s'il veut vraiment demander le divorce ou juste avoir un avis, vis à vis de la loi.
- Je ne sais pas en réalité, un problème de couple ne porte pas obligatoirement au divorce et être cocu ne me dérange pas si cela reste dans le domaine du secret familial et n'est pas exposé dans la presse, j'ai un métier qui ne me permet pas ce genre de débordements !
- Je comprends, j'ai lu vos livres, ils ***t magnifiques, certain ***t même des chefs d'œuvres !
- Je n'irais pas jusque là mais je vous remercie du compliment !
- Dire qu'on était dans le même lycée et qu'on ne s'est pas croisés, je me souviens de vous comme d'un garçon timide et emprunté !
- Je me souviens de vous comme d'une fille extravertie et délurée, hautaine et bêcheuse !
- Merci du compliment, j'étais jeune et j'en profitais !
- Oui j'ai vu ça et cracher sur les autres ne vous dérangeait pas à l'époque, je crois que je vais changer d'avocat !
- Allons monsieur Marc de St V, vous n'allez pas me tenir rigueur de ce que j'ai pu être jeune, je suis une très bonne avocate et je m'excuse si j'ai pu un jour vous froisser, ce n'était pas mon intention, la preuve je me rappelle de vous en bien et quand j'ai vu votre nom sur une couverture de livre, j'y ai sauté dessus!
- Oui mais vous couchiez avec les autres, j'aurais aimé que vous me sautiez dessus au lycée !
- Je ne couchais pas, je m'amusais et cela ne vous regarde pas mais je reconnais que j'avais remarqué l'intérêt que vous me portier et ne voulais pas sortir avec un garçon insignifiant, à l'époque j'avais des critères de choix pour mes petits amis qui ne ***t pas les mêmes pour mes clients!
- Et moi je ne veux pas d'une avocate insignifiante et bêcheuse donc je vous souhaite une bonne journée, ce ne ***t pas les avocats qu'il manque !
Sidonie s'en voulait à mort, avoir un tel per***nage dans *** cabinet et en assurer la défense pour *** divorce serait une publicité inespérée pour elle, quelle conne mais quelle conne, c'est vrai que quand elle était jeune elle était bêcheuse et snobait tout ce qui n'était pas enfant de riche ou beau gosse et avait délibérément ignoré Marc qui pourtant l'avait poursuivi un certain temps de ses assiduités.
Ce mec est riche, beau et intelligent et célèbre et tu viens de perdre le meilleur client que tu n'as jamais eu, il faut que tu fasses quelque chose espèce de gourde.
Elle sort en courant de *** bureau et rattrape Marc à la porte de l'ascenseur.
- Monsieur de St V attendez, je vous en prie veuillez m'excuser, j'ai été grossière peut-on reprendre du début s'il vous plait ?
- Je ne pense pas Madame, j'ai d'autre chat à fouetter que de me faire insulter par un avocat !
- Acceptez mes excuses au moins, je ne m'attendais pas à vous trouver dans mon bureau et la surprise m'a fait dire des paroles que je regrette !
- Ce ***t les paroles que vous regrettez ou le fait de perdre un client inespéré et la publicité que cela représente dans la presse pour votre cabinet et votre petite per***ne ?
Sidonie ne répond pas, elle sait qu'il vient encore de marquer un point, elle est en position de faiblesse, il vaut mieux couper court, elle tourne les talons et rentre dans *** bureau.

Marc est divorcé, *** divorce a fait la une des journaux à scandale et est maintenant un des célibataires à avoir dans ses fréquentations, il a complètement oublié Sidonie et sort d'en toutes les soirées mondaines.
Toujours au bras de belles filles, mannequins ou autres actrices en vues, pour la sortie de *** dernier livre *** éditeur organise une soirée, où il dédicacera *** roman « les yeux de Marjorie ».
Il est à la table de signature et une voix le sort de ses sourires commerciaux.
- Pour une amie s'il vous plait Marc et pour me faire enfin pardonner !
Il lève la tête et Sidonie le regarde de ses grands yeux bleus.
- Il prend le livre et écrit ces simples mots !
« L'espoir est un vain mot, les souvenirs ***t amers ! Un regret radoucit-il la chose ? »
Marc de St V
- Vous m'en voulez encore, accepteriez-vous au moins une invitation à dîner ?
- Je ne crois pas madame, j'ai eu ma vengeance, je ne désire rien d'autre, vous savez que l'avocat qui m'a défendu pour mon divorce refuse des clients !
Encore une fois il vient de l'humilier, elle en est consciente, elle tourne les talons mais prend le livre signé.
Une heure plus tard, les dédicaces ***t terminées et Marc se joint à la réception, *** éditeur vient le chercher et lui présente des amis et il lui présente Sidonie.
- Cher ami laissez moi vous présenter mon épouse, Sidonie, Sidonie mon auteur Fétiche, Marc de St V !
- Je connais déjà madame !
- Oui Marc et une connaissance de lycée !
- On ne peut pas dire ça, j'étais un ignoré de lycée !
Elle rougit et baisse les yeux, un point de plus pour lui. En fin de soirée George tient à inviter Marc dans sa propriété en Sologne pour quelques jours et celui ci accepte.
Marc arrive le jeudi soir au volant de sa Ferrari, accompagné d'une merveilleuse créature, sortie tout droit des pages de Mode, un des mannequins les plus en vue du moment.
Sa conquête parle très peu le français et les conversations se font en Anglais, dans le courant du dîner, Sidonie dit à Marc en français.
- Je pensais que vous n'émiez pas les pimbêches et les filles hautaines ?
- Je n'ai jamais dit cela, juste celle qui me snobe et celle-là, est loin de me snober moi, qu'elle vous snobe vous, m'est égal, elle ne fait que rendre à César ce qui est à César, vous remarquerez qu'elle ne snobe pas George mais au contraire lui porte un intérêt grandissant, je suis sûr que si vous n'étiez pas là, il y a longtemps qu'elle serait sur ses genoux !
- Nous sommes un couple libre, George fait ce qu'il veut et moi aussi, il y a longtemps que nous avons dépassé le stade de la jalousie !
- Tien donc ! Echangiste ?
- Non ! Libre de faire ce qu'il nous plait, quand ce n'est pas caché et en petit comité !
- Cher ami, votre épouse me dit que si vous le désirez vous pouvez draguer en toute impunité mon amie ici présente et moi je ne suis pas jaloux, je n'ai pas l'intention de l'épouser, alors ne vous privez pas et si le cœur vous en dit, elle est à vous, si elle le désire bien sûr!
- Merci beaucoup mais en contre partie je dois vous laisser faire la cour à mon épouse si vous le désirez, je crois qu'elle a un faible pour vous, il vous sera donc facile de faire sa conquête !
- Là n'est pas mon intention, je vous laisse les deux, votre épouse n'est pas de mon goût, je n'aime pas les femmes snobs !

- Chérie, je ne sais pas ce que tu as fait à monsieur de St V mais je crois qu'il a une dent contre toi !
- En effet, il fait payer cher les erreurs ce cher Marc et il devient grossier, je vous laisse bonne nuit à vous trois!
Elle vient de prendre une nouvelle claque et l'affront est cinglant, malgré cela, elle est de plus en plus attirée par Marc, elle était jalouse de cette belle femme et la snobait, il lui fait payer cher *** caractère de pimbêche et d'arriviste. Elle se rend compte en fait que la jeune femme n'était qu'aimable avec *** époux et que les deux hommes ont joué le même jeu et que rien dans les manières de la fille n'était vulgaire ou provoquant simplement poli, sa jalousie à elle, a. gâché la soirée.
Une heure plus tard Marc se retire avec Ingrid dans la chambre qui leur est réservée, ils vont ensemble sous la douche et ils font l'amour.
Ingrid n'a que 22 ans mais une grande expérience de l'amour, elle prend Marc dans sa bouche et a vite fait de le mener à la jouissance, il déverse dans sa bouche de longs jets de sperme, il ne débande pas pour autant, il la prend debout contre le mur de la salle de bain, une jambe repliée dans *** dos, elle hurle sa jouissance, la grosse verge fait des ravages dans *** intimité, ce n'est pas la première fois qu'elle fait l'amour mais c'est la première fois qu'elle jouit ainsi et la première fois avec Marc, Marc est un amant formidable, long à venir et connaissant tous les secrets des femmes.
Il a porté Ingrid sur le lit, lui lèche la vulve de haut en bas, sa langue perfore *** antre juteuse, dilatée par le vit énorme, il pince le clitoris entre ses lèvres et le titille de la langue, il le mordille des dents, suce les grandes lèvres, va jusqu'à l'anus qu'il lèche et enfonce sa langue, qu'il remplace par les doigts, il a le pouce dans *** vagin et deux doigts dans l'anus, la langue sur le clitoris, elle explose une nouvelle fois.
Il vient sur elle, tète les seins pointus et durs comme le fer, caresse la vulve de *** gland et s'enfonce en elle d'un seul coup de rein.
Le cri que pousse Ingrid est un cri de plaisir, le même que l'on entend dans les mai***s de fou, le cri du délire, elle jouit depuis qu'il est en elle et cela n'arrête pas, quand il la retourne pour s'enfoncer dans *** anus, c'est encore plus fort, elle est tellement bien dilatée que la jouissance vient immédiatement et cela dure tout le long de la sodomie, quand il reprend enfin *** abricot pour venir butter au fond de sa vulve, elle ne peut retenir un autre hurlement, les jets puissants, qui cognent contre *** utérus déclenchent dans *** ventre des ondes de plaisirs extrêmes, épuisée, elle s'affale sur le lit, incapable de bouger, il faut qu'elle reprenne ses esprits.
Marc la caresse, lui parle avec des mots doux.
- Là ! Ma beauté, là ! Calme-toi, repose-toi ma belle, laisse-toi aller, ferme tes yeux, laisse-moi te caresser, tu es belle, calme-toi, fais de doux rêve !
C'est dans un rêve qu'elle sent les caresses de Marc, les mains sur ses seins, *** corps, la langue qui caresse, les doigts sur *** intimité, discrets mais bien présents, qui caressent plus qu'ils ne font pression, la langue qui lèche discrètement *** intimité et *** corps repus.
Elle s'endort ainsi, sous la bouche et les mains de Marc, cet homme vient de la faire jouir mieux que per***ne et c'est avec le sentiment d'être amoureuse qu'elle s'endort.

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Sucking Cock for Carla


I have always considered myself heterosexual, although I have been bi-curious for many years I have never had a sexual experience with a man until last summer.

To help ends meet we have taken in foreign students over the last few years. The money is good and the students are usually no trouble as they are out studying during the day and either go out or stay in their rooms at night.

Last summer we had a beautiful 30-year Old Italian woman called Carla come to stay for three months. She was absolutely stunning and reminded me of Sophia Loren in her prime. A week later Stephan arrived from France. He was black, about six-foot, muscular, toned and very good-looking. My wife thought he was gorgeous and although I was more interested in Carla I had to admit he was pretty fit.

A lot of my gay fantasies involve black men. The funny thing is that I never fancy guys and can't imagine kissing one, but for some reason I get incredibly turned on at the thought of sucking a cock. So I had a few thoughts about how big his cock might be and how fantastic it would be to suck it until he came in my mouth. I knew it would never happen. As it hadn't ever happened before and I always thought if it really came down to it I would be too scared anyway and chicken out. So my cock sucking has remained my secret fantasy all my life and not even my wife knows about it.

But it is women I really like so I always loved having them to stay especially if they are young and sexy looking. My wife and kids are out during the day and I work from home so I spend most of my day walking around the house naked feeling incredibly horny thinking about being caught by one of the girls if they should come home early.

I also love dressing up in their underwear and as I am slim, unless the girl is very small I can usually fit into some of her stockings and panties, crotchless ones are my favourite and the most comfortable fit, for obvious reasons. So most days if I get the opportunity I will go into their room and find their soiled panties and lie on the bed and wank while I sniff her womanly scent.

It was on one of these days my life changed forever.

I had just had my shower and shaved my cock and balls smooth. I love the feeling of being totally smooth there, it makes me feel more vulnerable and naked. I went into Carla's room and put on some of her black sheer stockings and some sexy black crotchless panties. I also put on a black silk blindfold as I lay on her bed. I love lying there, totally exposed wearing the students underwear and being blindfolded makes it more exciting as I know if they did turn up and saw me like that they might watch a while as I couldn't see them.

It is the excitement of being caught that I love, but I have always known if I was caught I would be mortified, embarrassed, humiliated and terrified of her telling my wife.

So there I was blindfolded and dressed like a slut, sniffing Carla's panties and moaning as I wanked my 7 inch cut cock. I was in heaven as I shot my load, catching most of it in my hand and then putting it in my mouth. That was where my gay fantasies would kick in and I would imagine I had just sucked a guy and swallowed his sperm. I sat up and pulled off the blindfold. To my horror Carla was standing there pointing her phone camera at me.

It was everything I had imagined. I was mortified, embarrassed, humiliated and terrified. I mumbled apologies and said I was very sorry as I covered myself with her pillow. Carla just smiled and said "it's ok, boys will be boys" I apologised again and left clutching her pillow to my cock.

I went and cleaned up and got dressed. So many thoughts were running through my head. There was the sheer thrill of being seen like that by Carla, and the fear she would say something to my wife Sue. She had her phone out, did she take a picture of me? I thought probably not as I hadn't heard the flash go off. Then I wondered how long she had been there? Oh my god I thought, she might have seen me eating my own cum -- how embarrassing.

Anyway I decided there wasn't anything I could do, and Carla had seemed ok about it so maybe I had got away with it. During dinner Carla acted as if nothing had happened so things were looking good. I cleared up as my wife always went out with her friends on a Thursday night. Then settled down to watch a film on telly.

At about 10.00pm Carla came in and said she wanted to show me something on her laptop. I followed her up the stairs to her room admiring her firm butt as she went ahead of me. I could feel my cock hardening as I imagined her walking up the stairs naked. Once in her room Carla closed the door and patted the bed for me to sit down. She sat next to me and put her laptop on her knee.

She said, "Look." as she pointed to the screen, she pressed a button and a video started to play.

I froze in horror as I watched myself dressed in her underwear, writhing on her bed. I'm sure I went bright red as I watched myself cum in my hand and eat it. Carla had managed to zoom in for that bit too.

"I think you should delete that Carla, I don't want that video around."

Carla said, "I'm not going to delete it Tony, and I already have a copy of it safe."

I begged her not to let my wife see it.

"Don't worry Tony, if you do what I say she will not need to see it."

I asked what she wanted me to do and she told me that she would let me know in the morning.

I left her room and went back downstairs, **** I couldn't believe it, she had a ****** video, what the hell did she want from me?

The next morning soon after my wife had left to drop the kids at school and go to work Carla came into the kitchen.

"Hi Tony, here are some stockings and sexy pants for you. I want you to wear them and nothing else and come to my room at one this afternoon, ok?"

I replied ok, but it was far from ok with me. What the hell was she up to? The tape really worried me so I knew I would have to do as she said.

1pm came too soon for me, but there I was knocking on her door wearing her crotchless panties and stockings and a huge hard on pointing up my stomach.

She opened the door and said "Hi Tony come in, you sure look cute dressed like that and I love your cock."

I said thanks and she told me to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then she started to put the blindfold on me while talking to me.

"If you do exactly what I ask Tony you don't need to worry about the tape, and anyway I'm sure you are going to love this."

"Love what?" I replied.

"You will see soon." Carla laughed.

I felt her putting something around my neck with something hanging over my chest. It felt strange, string with paper or cardboard on? I couldn't think what it was and she just laughed when I asked.

She put some music on and then sat next to me on the bed. She started to rub my lips with her fingers and then pushed a couple into my mouth.

"Open wide Tony, does that feel nice? Imagine it is a cock you are sucking."

"I'm not fucking gay." I replied.

"Are you sure Tony? I saw you eating your cum and you looked like you loved it."

I told her that was different.

She continued to probe my mouth with her fingers, slowly pushing them in and out like it was a cock fucking my mouth. She slid her wet fingers out but I kept my mouth open as I was starting to like it and my cock was twitching. And I thought, maybe I would get a blowjob out of this.

I felt something re enter my mouth, but it felt different, softer, and it smelt different. It felt velvety smooth and large and hard. As I gently sucked on it I suddenly realised I was sucking a man's cock.

I tried to push it away and I felt strong hands on my head holding me down, I heard Carla and Stephan laugh.

"Didn't you guess that Stephan was gay Tony? I thought you might have wondered why he hadn't made a move on me. Anyway I told Stephan you loved the taste of cum and you would be up for this, so enjoy it and suck him until he comes."

Fuck, I couldn't believe this. Here I was dressed like a slut, blindfolded and sucking on a very large black cock while a gorgeous Italian woman watched me.

My feelings of anger, fear and *********** evaporated when I realised just how much I was enjoying having this black cock fucking my mouth.

I started to moan as I licked up and down his long hard shaft, playing with his balls and sucking one then the other in my mouth. His cock smelt lovely, and it tasted sweet as he leaked his pre cum into my mouth.

I held him by his tight butt, loving the feel of his muscular buttocks as I pulled him towards me and deeper into my mouth.

I sucked more urgently as I was feeling desperate to taste his cum. Soon he was shouting out that he was going to come soon.

I felt the blindfold being removed and the light blinded me for a minute. Then I saw Stephan's huge beautiful cock for the first time. It was at least 9 inches long, thick and heavily veined. I hungrily gobbled his thick meat as he shouted out,

"I'm cumming oh yeah."

I sucked hard as the first spurt hit the back of my throat and took me by surprise. I pulled it out fast and his next spurt covered my face and lips.

He pushed it back into my mouth and I took the last 4 or 5 spurts and swallowed it to avoid *******. I was in ecstasy as I cleaned up his cock, squeezing it to get the last few drops of his cum.

It was then I remembered Carla and looked up to see her pointing her phone at me again.

"Look at you Tony, with Stephan's cum all over your face. Did you enjoy it?"

I told her that I had liked it.

"Good because you will be doing a lot more of that over the next few months."

I said I wouldn't do it again it was just a once off.

"I don't think so Tony, remember the tape, and now we have a new one."

She was busy removing the thing around my neck. It was a large piece of card with I LOVE SUCKING COCK and my home phone number written on it.

Great I thought, I seemed to be digging myself into a deeper hole now she had an even more compromising video of me.

"You suck cock good Tony." said Stephan, "You sure you haven't done it before?"

"No" I replied.

Stephan then got down on his knees and took my limp cock into his mouth. His mouth felt warm and wet as he expertly worked on my cock. Soon I was hard and moaning with pleasure as he bobbed his head up and down my rigid shaft.

Carla was filming it and talking all the time.

"You love that don't you Tony? You look such a slut Tony with cum over your face, I bet Sue would be shocked to see you like that. Mmmmm cock sucking slut Tony, I'm sure Stephan is going to love emptying his big balls into your mouth a lot more over the next 3 months."

At that moment I just didn't care as I felt my orgasm approaching. I shouted out that I was coming and Stephan pumped my cock furiously until I started shooting into his mouth. He drained me completely and spent a while licking all around my balls and licking my cock dry. I can honestly say it was the best blowjob that I have ever had.

Carla said "Ok Tony you can go now but I want you here dressed as you are now at this time next week, ok?"

I said ok and left to get cleaned up. I felt so dirty but so horny too. I had to admit I loved sucking my first cock but was still worried about the videos. I told myself not to worry about it and if it stayed like this I would be happy to suck his cock every week, I just didn't want anyone else to know about it.

As I showered I felt excited and looking forward to the next time I could suck Stephan's lovely big black cock. Please let me know if you would like to know what happened next.

In case you didn't read my first story I will bring you up to date quickly.

I would consider myself a happily married heterosexual although I have always been bi curious. My wife and I have foreign students studying English to stay from time to time to make a bit of extra money.

One summer a beautiful 30-year Old Italian woman called Carla came to stay for 3 months and a week later a French guy called Stephan also came to stay.

To cut a long story short Carla caught me on her bed masturbating and recorded me on her cell phone. She then blackmailed and tricked me into sucking Stephan's huge 9 inch black cock. She had two videos of me, the first me wanking and eating my own cum and then she filmed me sucking Stephan's cock until he filled my mouth with his cum.

She had told me that I would have to do whatever she said, or else she might show the videos to my wife.

So here I was once again knocking on her door, wearing just her stockings and crotchless panties as she had ordered.

She opened the door with a huge smile. "Hi Tony come on in. I have been looking forward to today we are going to have some fun."

I guessed fun for Carla would be watching me suck off Stephan once again. I have to admit I did enjoy it but I really lusted after Carla and wished I could fuck her mouth and pussy instead.

I sat on the bed as before and she put on my blindfold. I heard her moving about the room and then the mellow sounds of some R & B singer filled the room.

"I told Stephan not to wank for the last few days so he has a nice big load to fill your mouth. You will love that won't you Tony?"

"Yes Carla." I replied.

Suddenly I felt Stephan's strong hands on my head.

"Open your mouth for me Tony, my cock is ready for a good long sucking."

My mouth opened and I felt his warm hard cock push deep into my wet eager mouth. Mmmm I really loved the taste of his cock, I could already taste his sweet pre cum, he was hard wet and very horny. My whole body tingled as I worked my tongue and mouth around his cock. I was feeling so horny also knowing that Carla was there watching and probably filming me being a shameless cocksucker ready to be filled with Stephan's seed.

I ran my hands over his taught muscular body, paying special attention to his incredibly sexy bum as he face fucked me with his gorgeous long, thick black cock.

Carla was muttering words of encouragement. "You're a natural Tony, you were made to suck cock. Suck and lick his balls too."

I loved it even more than the first time I sucked him. I could feel his shaft throbbing in my mouth and I knew it wouldn't be long before he unloaded into me.

With a lot of grunting and shouting he pushed his whole length into my mouth, I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I managed to pull it out a bit as he spurted thick streams of cum into my mouth. I swallowed frantically as I thought I would drown in it, I couldn't get it all and it leaked out of my mouth and dripped down my chin. Stephan wiped his wet slimy cock all over my face and then told me to lick him clean and dry. A task I set about with relish.

"Well done Tony, you did a good job, I can see Stephan appreciated it."

I sat there with cum dripping from my face and said, "I enjoyed it too."

I then felt hands gripping my head again and a cock pushing at my lips. My mouth opened voluntarily and I licked around the tip of his penis. I immediately realised that it wasn't Stephan. I pushed it away and shouted,

"What the fuck is going on." as I pulled off the blindfold. Standing naked in front of me was Patrice one of Stephan's friends.

I was in the middle of saying "fuck off no way am I sucking him too." when I heard a girl giggle. Carla's friend Yvette was sitting on the spare bed with Nico and Jon, two more friends of Stephan's.

I was shouting, "fuck off that's enough now Carla."

"No Tony it isn't enough. When Stephan told Patrice, Nico and Jon about your wonderful cocksucking ability they wanted to try you out too. And Yvette wanted to watch, so what is the problem?"

I said, "You can't just pass me around to whoever you want, and get your friends to watch."

"Oh yes I can Tony, remember the video recordings? Anyway you love sucking cock so shut up and get on with it as Sue will be home in under two hours and you have 3 more cocks to suck first."

"Make that four, I'm ready again" said Stephan.

I resigned myself to the fact I was going to have to do it or my wife could get to know about what I have been doing. So three new black cocks were waving in front of my face so I set to work. Yummy, I licked up and down Patrice's beautiful straight cock, although not as large as Stephan's it was thicker and uncut. I loved being able to lick around the inside of his foreskin while softly massaging his balls.

I held him tightly by his firm arse as I pulled him closer to me and swallowed his throbbing length. His breathing was getting heavier as he moaned out loud.

"Oh Tony that feels so good man, suck it hard, I'm going to cum."

I felt his balls tighten and his cock swell more as he squirted his thick load into my mouth. I gulped it down like a good little cum slut as the others laughed and shouted out encouragement.

"Wow that was amazing, thanks Tony." Said Patrice as he zipped himself up.

"Me next." Nico was already positioning his thick meaty cock in front of my face.

He had a longer and thicker cock than either Stephan or Patrice. I licked my lips as it moved closer to my mouth. I could smell his flesh and couldn't wait to taste it.

"I want a better view of this, and I want to see that big cock cum over your face Tony."

The very sexy Yvette sat on the bed next to me so her face was close to mine as I started to lick the beautiful, hard cock being offered to me by Nico.

"Oh my god that is a huge cock, can you shoot your load over his face for me Nico? I really want to see his slut face covered in your sticky load."

"Ok, Yvette. That ok with you slut boy?"

I removed his cock from my mouth briefly and replied that it was fine with me.

Both Jon and Stephan were wanking their cocks close to my face too as Nico pulled his cock out with a plop, and jerked it frantically. Spurt after spurt of his sticky thick cum shot onto my face, hair and some in my mouth.

"Oh that's looks so horny." Cried out Yvette

Carla said "Give him more boys, look he's loving it."

Jon and Stephan wanked furiously until they both came at the same time, shooting their deposit over my face and lips. It seemed to go on forever, as I collected up all their juice with my tongue and took it into my eager mouth. When they had both finished coming Carla ordered me to lick them both clean.

I enjoyed that bit especially, taking their softening dicks into my mouth and licking them both clean and dry. I fondled both their bums and lovingly licked and sucked on their balls.

"Well done Tony. You did well today and I think we got another great movie." Said Carla.

Everyone agreed that it had been hot and that they had enjoyed it. I just sat on the bed completely covered in semen and feeling very horny and used, and hoping that we could do it all again soon.

There was another session organised by Carla but it turned out very different to how I expected it. Maybe I will tell you about it one day.

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Stacey


The Beginning

My wife no doubt thought that I fancied Stacey but she clearly never knew the lengths that I might go to, to make my dreams come true. My name is Paul and I am 46 and live in Scotland, my wife Daisy is a gorgeous and very sexy 41 year old and we have a happy marriage and good sex life.

But then the girl next door is something else! Stacey is a 27 year old dyed blonde with a stunning figure and long shapely legs to die for. Whilst she is not that well endowed in the breast department what she has elsewhere certainly makes up for that and at 5'9 she is slim and shapely and in my eyes really delicious.

I often used to wonder why Stacey didn't have a partner but having got to know her better; she told me she had problems in the past and found it hard to trust men. She did have a sex life, if you can call it that. She drank a lot and when ***** was an easy target (and easy lay) for anyone that might find her attractive or simply want a one-night stand. And whilst I do find her very attractive I know that she sees me more as a ************ with whom she can talk about the most intimate details of her life. Not that I mind but it is often difficult for me to keep my wicked imagination at bay and sometimes to hide my erections when I am close to her. And I am often close to her, so to speak as she drives me to work. And when she is driving in what can only be described as a micro mini skirt and tight top. I watch her gorgeous tanned thighs moving slowly as she drives and talks about the various men she has had. Some that mean a lot for her in terms of sex and others that often do not.

In the past I would always offer to assist her in any way I could with DIY or lending a hand as my attraction grew for her. And I would relish every opportunity to be in her house and perhaps see her to check out how she was dressed or more often semi-dressed in some of the styles when she was going out for a *****. And in the garden I would watch from my upstairs window and loved seeing in only a T-shirt and shorts. During the summer I would come home prior to my wife to find Stacey lying out in her garden working on her tan in a minute white bikini. My wife didn't get home from work until an hour or more after me so I had a fair bit of time to myself. Sometimes I would go into my garden and start a conversation with my sexy neighbour but from the bedroom window I had a perfect view of her. She would usually roll over to keep her tanning even so I could see all sides of her perfect lean body. It became a habit every time I saw her sunbathing for me to strip naked in the bedroom, grab my hard cock with a palm full of baby-oil and wank while looking down on her. I would stand there stroking my cock until she was just about to get up and go back in before I would shoot my load into my hands. I kept a roll of toilet paper in the closet for cleaning up the mess.

But Stacey's way of life was work hard and play hard, once *****.

And it was just one of these occasions that arose a few months ago. Daisy was at her sister's house for the evening and I was alone when I heard Stacey fall out of a taxi at around 11pm. I immediately went to her aid and paid the taxi driver before helping her up to her door. She was in 6" heels and a blue mini dress that left nothing to the imagination as it seemed to stick to her body like a glove. She was almost *********** as I opened her door and she fell onto her stairs. I closed the door behind us. I tried to wake her and put the kettle on but she was completely out of it. I therefore decided it would be best to put her to bed.

Carrying her up the stairs I looked down at her gorgeous face and even nicer body as I entered the bedroom. The bed was unmade and the room was strewn with clothing including bras and panties. A typical single girl I thought. I lay her on the bed and she moaned before appearing to fall back to *****.

Now any nice man would have left her on her bed and gone home. But I am not a nice man really, not when it comes to taking opportunities that come my way. I spoke gently to her and there was no response so I reached under her to unzip her dress, my intention being to remove this and then cover her up for a good night's *****, of course! Feeling the zipper I slid it down and then pulled the material from her shoulder and eased the dress off her wonderful slim body. She was now lying on the bed in just a white bra and matching thong.

She looked so peaceful and sexy and just the vision of my young neighbour got me very excited. But I knew that I couldn't touch her or really do anything else that might cost me my marriage.

But as I looked down at her seeing her blonde hair around her face, his lips full and painted red and her wonderful body I knew I needed to do something to ease the tension that I was feeling. My cock was now swollen in my trousers and I couldn't take my eyes off of her creamy skin that seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places with not an ounce of fat in the way.

The bra clung to her breasts and I decided to remove it gently knowing that she would be more comfortable without it on in bed. And I was desperate to see her full breasts and nipples for the first time ever. In a second it was off and whilst she didn't move, if I wasn't rock hard before I was now with the sight of her bare breasts and her now in just a thong. I dropped to the floor and crawled over to the side of the bed. The moonlight shone in the window and illuminated her beautifully and I didn't really care what happened next. I was content just to gaze at her.

She moaned softly again and I didn't dare move for several minutes until she settled again. I just sat there watching her *****. Her C cup breasts rose and fell with every breath she took and I could see her nipples hardening ever so slightly. I pulled out my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I leaned over her to get a closer look at her body. Her nipples were starting to jut out as her chest heaved up and down and I was so tempted to run my tongue over one of them.

But instead, I imagined in my mind reaching out and touching them, licking and sucking them. But I knew I had gone too far already and that would awaken her and make it very awkward. So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my cock. In my mind and my dream she was begging me to take one of her delicate pink nipples in my mouth as I groped her other breast.

My eyes moved down her body. Her brown pubes were peeking out from the sides of her thong. And again my mind went into overdrive as I imagined pulling the thong to one side and burying my face into her young pussy. I started to lean over to sniff her pussy through the thin silky material, but I couldn't without supporting myself on the bed. I didn't dare touch anything so I just stared at her as I pumped my cock with my hand. My dirty mind now went wild picturing her naked with her lips wrapped around my thick hard cock, me fucking her and her fingering herself. And then she was on the bed as I wanked over her and she waited expectantly with an open mouth for my cum to splash all over her face.

Reaching my hand down, I lifted a pair of her panties, black lacy ones and sniffed them deeply getting an aura of her pussy. Wrapping my cock in her panties I continued to wank, harder now and knew I was close to cumming. In my mind my cock was pushing itself between her tight cunt lips and my mouth was on hers in a hungry kiss as my hands mauled her perfect young breasts.

And then I came, shooting load after load of hot juicy cum ropes into her delicately laced black panties. As I let my erection subside I covered my neighbour up with her quilt and let myself out of her house and back into my own, her panties full of my cum still in my pocket.

As I walked into my house I had the shock as I saw my wife sitting with a glass of wine in the living room.

"Where have you been honey?" She asked innocently.

"Oh it was Stacey..............!" I started to explain about her falling out of the taxi and me helping her into her house.

Daisy smiled at me. "You're such a kind man Paul, and a great neighbour for Stacey to have!"

"Thanks!" I smiled..............................somewhat guiltily.

But I knew this was just the start of things to come with Stacey, my sexy next door neighbour.

Stacey Alone

Stacey smiled as she came out of her house and walked over to her silver sports car where I was waiting for her.

"Morning Pete!" She smiled and I smiled back. I watched as her short skirt rode up her slender tanned thighs as she sat down into the driver's seat. I got in and fastened my seat belt. Stacey started the car and we started to move she was looking as gorgeous as usual in a tight vest top and short tan skirt.

"Can I ask your advice?" She looked at me slightly nervously as we waited in the traffic.

"Of course!" I smiled.

"Well, there is a guy that has been working, um a builder, on the house at the back..................!"

"Yes?" I offered. "I've seen him there. What about him?"

"Well I think he's been looking at me in the garden when I was lying out!"

Who wouldn't! I thought to myself as my eyes trailed down her legs but I didn't say that. "Oh right....................do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, well no, not really!" She started. "In fact I think he looks quite hot!"

I immediately felt my cock start to harden in my trousers as my imagination went into overdrive thinking of the builder with Stacey. "Oh, well that's okay then. But you wanted to ask my advice?"

The traffic in the queue started to move. "Yes!" Said Stacey. "Well I was going to ask him if he wanted a coffee or something and was just wondering if you thought that might be a good idea. What do you think?"

My mind was telling me what I thought and my cock was agreeing with it but again I opened my mouth a told a lie to my sexy young neighbour who clearly only saw me as a ****** figure. "Well you could try................but be careful!"

"Awe thanks Pete!" Stacey smiled a delicious smile through her pink painted lips and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

It had been 3 weeks since the event in the bedroom when I had put a ******* Stacey to bed and I still couldn't get the image of her lying practically naked out of my mind. I still had her panties that had been filled with my cum as I wanked into them and had hidden them in my garden shed. And more appropriately, in my garden shed I had set up a viewing zone for my hobby of bird watching. And it wasn't the birds that my wife thought I watched. The only bird that had my full attention was Stacey whom I could see from my shed into her living room, bathroom and back bedroom.

It was Friday and I kissed my wife goodbye and watched as she drove out of the driveway and onto the road. She was meeting up with some friends and didn't expect to be home until the early hours and I knew that Stacey was also out as she had asked me to go in and walk her dog. Smiling I entered her house and glanced around looking for anything that might excite me. I quickly found her washing basket and fished out a pair of pink panties and held them to my face sniffing deeply. Knowing I was doing wrong I quickly slipped them into my pocket and having walked Stacey's small dog went back to my own house. I was determined to enjoy my wank session with my pretty neighbour's panties that night and slipped on my bath robe before stepping into her stained panties and sliding the soft silky material up over my bulging cock. I ran my fingers down over my bulge feeling the shaft thickening as I did at the excitement of wearing her panties and feeling the need to cum quickly. But I stopped as I heard a car outside and quickly glanced out to see Stacey walking up her driver and entering her house.

I quickly tied the gown at the front and went out into the garden and up to the shed. Unlocking the door I entered and took a seat at the window and lifted my binoculars in the direction of Stacey's house. There was no sign of her in the living room then I saw the light go on in the bathroom and felt my cock start to stiffen again. Stacey duly opened her bathroom window and I watched as she reached up to switch on the shower. Moments passed and then she appeared again, naked and beautiful as she stepped up into her shower and I watched in awe as the warm water cascaded down over her head and beautiful body and my cock was straining inside her panties to be released and played with. I resisted the temptation to touch myself but instead just watched as she washed herself.

As Stacey finished washing and soaping herself I watched as she stood still in the shower as she slid her hands up the sides of her gorgeously perfect body. Her nails lightly grazed against her tanned skin. I could feel my body tingle as if those were my hand on her instead of her own. I could feel my fingertips travelling slowly up across her soft skin. My cock jumped inside her panties and a large wet patch appeared as precum leaked out of my swollen cock head.

I watched intently through the binoculars as her hands moved upward to her perky breasts and began to roll her fingers around her pink nipples. I wanted to feel them in my mouth, to taste them and suckle them. I watched in sheer lust as Stacey pulled on her nipples, pinching them and massaging her breasts.

I could almost hear her moans from where I was and was now completely hooked on the show she was giving me and I was also now hard as a rock which formed a large tent in her pink panties. I'd never watched a woman masturbate so openly before and here she was, my gorgeous sexy young neighbour, alone (or so she thought) and she was doing it for the simple reason of pleasing herself.

As she continued to knead her perky breasts with one hand, she brought the other hand up to her mouth. She slowly inserted her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it like a little cock! As if I wasn't horny enough this sight almost put me over the edge imagining that she was sucking my cock now!

I knew I wouldn't be able to watch much more without having to satisfy my own needs. I slid my hand down onto the silky material of her panties that covered my leaking manhood. She let her fingers wander back down her body to her pussy. My mouth was salivating as she slipped her finger in between her luscious lips. She slowly rubbed her clit, back and forth, in slow fluid movements.

After a few moments she leaned back onto a small shelf giving me an even better voyeuristic view as she spread her legs further apart. I could see her pussy, all pink, wet and absolutely inviting clearly through the binoculars. She inserted her finger into her hole and arched her back. I could tell she was moaning but couldn't hear her.

In my mind I could hear her soft moans as her fingers danced in and around her wetness. Her movements became jerkier as she continued to play. My hand slid inside the tight waistband of her panties I was wearing and I slid my hand around my rock hard cock shaft and began stroking my cock. I knew that I could have cum at any point but I wanted to wait for my sexy neighbour, to share her climax, even if she didn't know.

Steadily faster her fingers moved and she began to squirm in her seated position on the shelf as her legs began to shake. I knew she was about to cum and I couldn't wait to see it. I watched intently as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. My hand had pulled my cock from the confines of her panties and I was now pumping hard on my raging manhood. Finally with a few more jerks of her hand and her body becoming tense she came. Her hand slowed down and rubbed her clit in a slow but firm circle as she worked her climax to its peak.

At the same time I felt the warmth begin to flow up the shaft of my throbbing cock. Before I knew it, my cock exploded with my thick cum, covering my thighs and the chair. My stroking slowed and I tried to match her.

As her climax began to subside so did mine. She relaxed her body and I could see her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. She brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled. She then slipped her fingers one at a time into her mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. I watched her let out a giggle and watched her breasts bounce as she did.

She leaned over to her bathroom window and looking out in the direction of the new building, still wet from her shower and totally naked she smiled before closing the window.

I knew now that I wanted Stacey so badly and would have her at some point in the future, but it would just be a matter of time before I could no longer control myself.

Stacey in Trouble

This is the continuing story of an obsession that a perverted older married man has for his younger neighbour and the lengths he will go to, to satisfy his needs.

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My wife was away for the weekend and I had just returned to my house after having returned from a Sunday ***** at my local pub. It had been some weeks since I had seen Stacey in her bathroom although I did still wank over her images in my head. And with the wife now being away this was a perfect opportunity to continue with my new hobby. Checking Stacey's car was in her drive I could see the sun was shining on this lovely Summer's day and guessed (hoped) that my favourite sexy young neighbour would be in her garden. I walked upstairs and immediately stripped off my clothes before moving into the back bedroom that overlooked the gardens. And my cock was already thickening in anticipation as I looked through the blinds to see Stacey lying on her back in a tiny brown bikini. Just the sight of her gorgeous body made my cock rock hard as I sat down on a chair with a view to wanking myself silly as I watched her.

Her newly dyed blonde hair was lying on her shoulders as I spied her slim toned body with those perky breasts and an arse like a peach. I had passed the point of caring what she looked like now and my interest was only in one thing, her body. Stacey does have a pretty face with full luscious lips and big green eyes, really a picture of innocence. But for me and my perverted ways her body was all I desired. Now I viewed her from my bedroom window, alone in the house with my eyes glued to the brown two piece thong swimsuit she was wearing. I gazed at the skimpy top and wondered how something that skimpy could hold her perky breasts in without snapping?

Stacey turned onto her stomach and untied the back of her top to prevent tan lines. Her beautifully tanned skin was golden brown and shining in the heat of the sun. I immediately noticed her thong disappear into her bum crack and from even a few feet away she looked completely naked. To me, having gone past the mere attraction and now being obsessed with my neighbour, she was no longer nice, she was disgusting! She looked and acted like a little tart, a slut, a temptress! As I thought this of her she pushed herself up on her knees and arched her back pushing her heavenly bum cheeks out making them more prominent as her breasts bounced in the light warm breeze.

It was inevitable and I felt my cock stiffen again as I watched intently. When I would sit alone wanking at Stacey I would often wonder if she knew what she was doing and perhaps just 'putting on a show for me!'? Like the slut she was.

I pulled my face back from the glass briefly in fear that she might have spotted me but then noticed the builders over the fence. One had been mentioned by Stacey to me and she had said he was hot! A typical slutty remark, no doubt! But I could see that they were ogling my sexy neighbour from the vantage point of the scaffolding next door. Dirty pervy bastards! How dare they ogle my Stacey!

Stacey hadn't seen me or them. She was simply changing the track in her IPod. It was a Sunday and she, like me, assumed they wouldn't be working today. But I was angry. 'My' innocent Stacey was unknowingly being ogled by builders as she was positioned on all fours in her garden 'virtually naked'. She was like a lamb being stalked by two hungry wolves! What a pair of pervy bastards. My eyes trailed back to Stacey...and what a fucking dirty slut!

But strangely this thought was making me extremely aroused. I reached down and closing my fingers around my rock hard shaft started playing with my hardening member. I couldn't help myself as I stared at Stacey and imagined although she was totally unaware, of being mentally ridden by the builders from the opposite house! What dirty disgusting thoughts were going through their heads I thought to myself. Were they imagining fucking her delightfully tight young pussy into it was sore, or ******* themselves upon her in an act of defiance against her wishes? The thought of my sexy slutty neighbour being raped popped into my head and my cock jerked fiercely in my hand as it hardened even further at the obscene thought. It wasn't as if she had never had a cock before. The only difference was that each time she had she had been ***** as was her way.

The builder's were both naked from the waist up. They were both tanned and had lean muscle and hardened six-packs. They appeared in their late teens or early twenties so had no right to ogle my 26 year old neighbour! Well, not in such a perverted manner. They even had tattoos on their muscular arms and hair shaved close in. I continued to watch with growing excitement. Oh my god, dirty bastards! The builders had taken out their camera phones and started taking snaps of Stacey but she seemed unaware of them or their actions as she looked at a magazine and listened to her IPod. Despite being appalled at what I was seeing my perverted excitement was getting the better of me and I couldn't resist and continued to tug harder on my cock. I simply couldn't help it as I prized open the window to listen to the builders talking. Dirty filthy bastards!

One man's accent was harsh and pure Belfast as he laughed with the other man knowing Stacey's music in her ears would drown out their ramblings. "I would love to pump that sweet ass of and make her squeal with pain!" One man shouted. "Yeah!" Agreed the other builder quickly. "I'd tie her up and pound her juicy cunt!"

I could hardly believe my ears. The dirty pervy men, how dare they talk to my neighbour niece like that! But I continued to tug on my rock hard cock!

Yeah and make her suck my cock, cock sucking whore!" The first man continued. "Or better still; give me a titty wank with them melons!" "Fucking yes! Oh fucking yess, yess, yess!" The first builder almost came as he agreed with his friend! "Fuck I dream about that all the time and my cock and them tits! Spunking all over them!"

They laughed as they continued making hand gestures indicating to Stacey's breasts or slapping motions, as if they were riding her from behind. Pervy little twats, I thought to myself. But the sad reality was this was seriously turning me on. Just then I heard one man say to the other. "Let's go down to her and see if she needs us to rub sun lotion onto her back?"

My stomach was now heaving with arousal. What were they going to do with my neighbour? I thought to myself with growing excitement. I didn't know what was going to happen next with these two builders but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity like this and decided to film it. I left the bedroom to get my camcorder complete with tripod and a couple of beers. By the time I got back the men were already in Stacey's back garden! They were slowly walking up to her. I had seen her body when she was ***** but this was awesome as I watched through the camcorder! 'The wolves were about to attack their prey!' I thought to myself as she lay blissfully unaware of them with her eyes closed and music in her ears. But then I started to get alarmed as I noticed one of the men had some tent pegs and rope in his back pocket.

Still unaware of their presence Stacey was on her stomach dozing, the camcorder was set on its tripod and the filming had begun. I knew it was wrong and began to feel a pang of guilt about what might happen next. Stacey was my neighbour and she trusted me and confided in me. I thought of stopping the camera and alerting Stacey to the possible danger but just as I was about to the 'dirty old man' side of me suddenly took over and I smiled. This was the pervy side of me that wanted to see her innocent pretty little face get buried in the laps of these builders! And I knew as I stroked myself once again that I was in need of relief. Now I was in control of myself and the film and the voyeuristic action that I so enjoyed in my private life. My fingers closed around my thick member as I watched as the oldest looking of the builders knelt down beside my sexy neighbour.

"Oh my god!" She suddenly screamed as she got to her knees in alarm, her perky young breasts bouncing naked as she cupped them with her arms to hide them from her predators! She was kneeling between the two builders looking up at them innocently! "Easy!" Said one. "Everything's fine!" He glanced at his friend before returning his gaze, first to Stacey's breasts and then back to her face, before his eyes reverted to her fleshy mounds that were squashed under her arms. "We just wondered if you needed us to rub sun lotion onto your back? We're working on the house next door!" He was trying to look sincere.

Stacey quickly looked around but the seclusion of her garden hid everything other than the clear view from my window. She noticed the other builder's eyes checking out her peachy bum cheeks! "Um no, that's ...I'm fine, thank you!" She said firmly but still sounding slightly startled by the intrusion.

I could hear her voice was shaking and smiled to myself waiting and filming every move! "Yes, that's it baby!" I whispered to myself. "Not so in control now are you, fucking little...gorgeous...slutty tart!" The builder continued to talk down to her. "You're home alone aren't you?" He said trying to be casual; he glanced up at the empty house behind her. "Uh no!" She protested. My neighbour is next door!" I quickly ducked behind the curtain as she pointed at the houses whilst covering her squashed breasts with one arm. "You're lying!" The other man suddenly blurted. "He's at the pub! We saw him go out and haven't seen him come back in yet!" "So you are all alone!" The other builder said his tone firm and menacing. Then he continued. "I'm gonna fuck you...whether you want it or not!"

"Listen I have neighbours!" Stacey repeated in a panic but to the growing excitement of me as she started to get scared. "Please I don't want any trouble, please leave!" Stacey said, her green eyes now dazzling and watery. One builder smiled at the other then looked back at her. "Awe, poor you!" He scowled. "I... Don't fucking think so!"

Stacey glanced back at her house and quickly tried to get to her feet to run for the house but I watched as she was cruelly tripped by one of them men. She fell to the grass, face-first with her practically naked arse in the air! "Oww! That had to hurt!" Laughed the man. The other grinned. "Well, you're in the right position now anyway!" He started to laugh as well! My breathing had increased and beads of sweat were forming on my forehead now as my rock hard swollen cock pulsated at the sight of my scantily clad sex-bomb of a neighbour! There she was, face down in the grass being humbled by the well-built skinhead builders. I heard her start to cry and the builders leant down presumably to help her up! But instead they caught her arms, one each and tied them behind her back with the rope! She screamed out but there was nothing she could do. One of the men made a collar from another piece of rope and tightened it around her neck, tying the other end to a wooden steak and driving it into the ground!

My camcorder caught all the action as the 'hunters had captured their prey!' Stacey really was now at their mercy. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen such an exciting show, other than the evening that she had been ***** and I had put her to bed, or the night she had masturbated in her bathroom. Yes, those had been exciting, but perhaps now Stacey deserved what she was getting from the builders! I sipped my beer with anticipation of what was to come!

I couldn't help but yank hard on my cock! "Yes!" I murmured. "That's it boys!" This was now getting seriously kinky. My sweet neighbour was about to be raped by two mean builders and I was watching in anticipation and with growing excitement. Stacey's face was smudged with dirt except for a few clear lines made with her tears. She bit her bottom lip and knew what was coming!" "Please don't!" She pleaded rather pathetically. "Oh fuck... really? Now I'm really turned on!" He laughed as he undid the button on his jeans letting his trousers fall down. He paused and Stacey glanced around to see his cock which was massive and thick and rock hard. His muscles were well developed from lifting with his legs, and his arse looked rock hard and firm from working on building sites. I knew this was now the point of no return for Stacey and her builder 'friends' aswell as for me.

The younger builder took out his camera phone and started to film as his friend began to feel Stacey, letting his hand run up and down the back of her thigh and arse. He laughed as he suddenly poked two fingers into her arsehole and wrapped his fingers around her thong and pulled on it snapping the whole thing away! "I love unwrapping presents!" He said grinning and parted the cheeks of her bum! I watched as he spat onto Stacey's gorgeous arse and then ****** his cock against her, must to her distress. Then he held her hips firmly and pushed hard into her. I watched with my cock now dripping precum and harder than it had ever been as the builder's big cock sank deep inside the arsehole of my gorgeous sexy neighbour. And it went all the way in, all 9 inches. I wanked even harder as I watched Stacey grit her teeth and squeal with pain. "That's it bitch, nice and easy!" Moaned the builder as he began to thrust his huge dick in and out!

"Yeah, yeah, she likes that!" I Thomas as watching intently, at the same time wanking hard. Tears streamed down Stacey's face. But I felt no pity for her now, I was getting off at the sight of her, my young slutty neighbour, all tied up and being ridden from behind. The builder ran his hands down her tanned back and let them slip under her as he began groping her tits. He closed his eyes and he savoured her womanly flesh. I now couldn't stop jerking at the sight of this.

The other builder was getting impatient waiting for his turn and dropped his trousers and boxers. He moved to the front and grabbed Stacey by the hair. "You're going to suck my cock!" He snarled. "It's good hard meat for you today and you're going to do a good job or I'll slap your fuckin face in!" He sounded angry and Stacey obediently nodded her head. She was now too afraid to say no and just parted her pouting lips and let him side his thickness inside her mouth. He groaned as he felt Stacey's lips lock around his 7 inch cock. He was enjoying the warm wetness and could feel her tongue moving around caressing his dick.

The two builders were in ecstasy as they fucked my sexy slutty neighbour from both ends. I loved ever second of it too! Stacey looked traumatised as she rocked back and forth accommodating her ******** pleasures! She knew she didn't have any choice, as the men broke her in for themselves degrading her and treating her like a cheap piece of meat! I suddenly felt my body tense and squeezed my shaft hard to prevent the flow but it was too late and I started to cum as the man at the front of Stacey squeezed her tits and the other slapped her arse cheeks as he rode her. Cum spurted out from the head of my cock at the sight of my neighbour being ****** and much to my surprise the sight was so exciting my cock didn't soften. So I continued to wank it. The man at the back was the first to cum clenching his arse he pumped his cock juice deep into Stacey's tight arse.

A wave of contentment swept over his seedy face and then the other builder grabbed her face tightly as his cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed most of it but some escaped from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. He looked down at her grinning. Tears streamed once more from her beautiful green eyes, and suddenly I, having witnessed the whole event started to cum again shooting another load into my bedroom curtains, the camcorder catching every cruel moment of her ****! Back in the pub I leant on the bar swigging a beer followed quickly by a whisky. I quickly glanced at my watch knowing my wife was due home at 7. It was only 6.15.

"Pete?" My wife, Carol called as she entered the house. "Are you in?" There was no reply as I finished my beer in the bar and left for the short walk home. My wife started to walk up the staircase pushed open the bedroom door to our spare bedroom. "What? What's that doing there?" She looked at the camcorder which was set up looking out of the window. She looked through the viewfinder and saw it was aimed into our next door neighbour's garden. There was a wooden stake in the middle of the garden casting a shadow on the grass as the sun went down lower in the sky. "Strange!" Carol said to herself. She went to move the camera away from the window and accidentally hit the eject button. A tape popped out and fell to the floor. "Even stranger!" She grabbed it and went downstairs to the video player and flicked on the TV. She hadn't noticed the cum stains on the curtain.

In a dimly lit room my wife watched as the tape started to play...!

....

Carol looked up at the scaffolding on the house opposite and smiled as she saw two builders doing some work. She slowly spread her towel on our front lawn and stepped out of her sarong to stand in a tiny red bikini that barely covered her large soft breasts. Lying face down on the towel Carol felt her pussy and nipples tingle as she hoped with all her heart that the builders might have seen her! She seemed to get nothing from me these days... so!

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The Visit

The house was quiet now as I walked slowly up the stairs. I had never lived in this house with my wife before our divorce some years ago and it was untidy. The only reason I was here now was due to the hotel messing up my booking. I was in the city to visit my ********* Kim and Mary who were both teenagers now but the hotel had double booked my room and was now full. And being in the city which was not my home town I needed somewhere to stay for the two nights I was in town. And because I really had no other choice I had to ask my first wife if I could stay, which she had happily agreed to. Our break-up like most had not been a happy one some 10 years before and whilst we were on friendly terms I had a feeling that she still held feelings for me although I had remarried in the meantime but subsequently and recently divorced again. Not the best track record I know but all my fault.

Carol, my first wife was young and a virgin when we married, she being 18 to my 19 and our sex life was less than satisfying as was living with her. At that age she had the body of an angel with long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect smile but most of all her 34, 23, 34 figure was incredible as were her DD cups which I suppose how been my first attraction to her. They say you should fall in love with more than one thing and in my case I did, two incredible big soft breasts. But our inexperience showed and we never really hit it off in bed and that amongst other things led to our break-up following the births of our two lovely *********, now aged 19 and 17.

And so I had arrived at her untidy house and she had made me a coffee as we chatted and I looked at her. Unlike the beautiful creature I had married all those years ago, and although she still had gorgeous big brown eyes she had put on some weight in the years and her breasts were now even larger than I had seen. And she took great pride in telling me that whilst I was welcome to stay I would need to ***** on the couch and she was going out for the evening with a friend and wouldn't be back until late. I watched as she disappeared upstairs before reappearing in a slinky long dress that had a slit up the side and seemed to cling to her plump body with the neckline leaving little to the imagination as to how big her breasts now were. She smiled sweetly and told me to make myself at home and told me the girls would be out until late as they were clubbing.

I had smiled and wished her a nice evening and now I was bored and creeping up the stairs to have a nose around her house. I glanced into the girl's bedrooms to see unmade beds and the floor strewn with clothes and panties before glancing inside my ex wife's bedroom. Hers was much the same and I entered cautiously. I didn't want her to know I had sneaked around and so had to be careful.

It was only recently that I had started to think about her again and would wank as I remembered her fantastic body as a teenager and some of the more memorable times we had had and also some of the clothes she used to wear. I had brought her many outfits and lingerie in my time and could clearly imagine her dressed and undressed which always gave me a big hard-on resulting in my wanking over memories of her.

I glanced down at the bed and noticed a discarded bra, lifting it slowly I looked at the black lace cups seeing the tag showing 40FF. I smiled feeling my cock jerk in my trousers. It was incredible that just that size could have this effect on me but it did. I dropped the bra and lifted a pair of matching panties, still warm from her and lifted them to my nose breathing in deeply. Well my cock was now starting to get even harder but hadn't quite reached its full capacity, not until I opened the wardrobe door and glanced down to see a shoe box on the bottom shelf. Kneeling down I opened the box and noticed a pile of letters tied with a ribbon and below it a pile of photos that I immediately recognized as ones I had taken during our marriage of my beautiful young wife.

I immediately pulled them out to look at the black and white images of my wife aged around 28 in various stages of undress and came to my favourite, one of her leaning forward with her arms under her naked breasts and dressed only in a collar and thong as she leaned towards the camera with a smile on her painted lips. My cock was rock hard now and I knew that I would need to relieve myself and there was no better way than to do it over my favourite picture of my ex wife's fat tits in her own bedroom while she was out.

Pushing aside the clothing I laid some pictures out on the bed and stripped naked before kneeling down at the side of the bed looking at the woman I had left. My cock felt hot and very hard as I closed my fingers around my shaft and started to wank very slowly to the sight of her wonderous tits. I continued to move my hand slowly up and down my thick shaft and eased my other hand down to my full balls squeezing them gently as I enjoyed the moment.

But this wasn't enough, I wanted more! I wanted to really enjoy this experience and to cum like a fountain when I was ready. Reaching out I took hold of the bra and removing the strap moments later I had the strap tied tightly around the base of my shaft. This increased the pressure on my cock and I watched with increasing excitement as it expand even fatter and hotter than ever before. Next I lifted the black lace panties, still warm from my ex wife and stepped into them pulling them up to cover my hard 8" cock that pushed them out in a tent at the front. It was then that I saw it, something glinting slightly under the bed and I reached under and pulled out the 6" gold coloured vibrator. Naughty girl, I murmured under my breath with a smile if satisfaction on my face. Now I was definitely ready to start again.

I knelt in a comfortable position in front of the bed with the pictures spread in front of me and my rigid cock now ached to be touched and caressed by my own hands. Slowly I closed my hand over my cock feeling the heat of the organ through the thin lace material of the panties that were already becoming wet from my pre-cum. Then, with my other hand I slid the vibrator underneath myself until it was just below my arsehole. Pulling the panties aside at the back I eased the head of the toy up against myself and flicked the switch on the base. Immediately the toy started to buzz slowly and I felt the warm vibration start to tickle my rectum sending wonderful vibrations up through my body. At the same time my cock seemed to throb even harder and leak pre cum.

I gazed adoringly at the picture of my ex wife, her massive breasts squashed and pushed towards the camera under her dark hair and eyes as my hand worked first slowly then faster on my swollen shaft wanking it through the panties, up and down as I wanked. Then finally when I was ready I started to ease the vibrator against my arsehole and then as I felt it loosen up finally I slid the toy a little way in.

I now couldn't hold out any longer and felt the waves of indescribable pleasure travel all over my body, with all of my nerve endings feeling like they were on fire. As a final act of self indulgence I started to wank harder and faster as I sat back down directly onto the vibrator and felt it slide deeper inside me. Finally I ripped the panties down at the front just in time as my cock erupted at full ***** and shot after shot came out of my swollen member hitting the photo on the bed and some of my hot cum landing on the bedclothes themselves. I moaned and groaned and ****** myself on as my body was ravaged by the intensity of one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced as the cum kept flowing and my body continued to tremble. I was a quivering heap as I let out a loud uncontrollable moan of pleasure that slowly calmed down as my cock continued to pulse dribbling cum out and down the shaft all over the panties. Finally I felt the waves of the emotion created by the massive orgasm subside and released my cock shaft from its bondage of the bra strap and removed the panties before cleaning up.

I quickly dressed before wiping the bed with the panties and quickly sliding them into my front pocket of my jeans. I replaced the photos with the exception of the cum covered one and folded that and placed it in my back pocket before carefully sliding out of my ex wife's private domain and returning downstairs to watch TV.

Carol returned an hour later slightly ***** with still coherent and we had a coffee and a chat before she said she was going to her bed and would get my bedding down. I smiled as she brought the pillows and duvet into the living room and laid them onto the couch.

"Thanks!" I smiled. "That'll be fine!" But as I turned something fell out of my back pocket and Carol immediately bent down to lift it up.

"Looks like you've dropped something!" She said innocently and before I could turn she opened the folded photo!

I didn't know what to say and so said nothing as she looked at the picture of herself still covered in my cum.

"Well!" She frowned at me. "I suppose you must like something about me then?"

Ma femme de ménage


Je suis célibataire et je travaille à mon domicile. Je fais de la comptabilité pour des commerçants. Mon ordi reçoit, concentre des quantité de données que j'organise selon mes propres horaires.
Ceci pour planter le décors.
Trois fois par semaines une femme de ménage passe sa matinée à mettre de l'ordre dans mon ménage.
Plusieurs ont défilé.
La dernière est une perle.
Originaire de l'Europe de l'Est, elle a laissé mari et enfants (grands et mariés) au pays.
La quarantaine, je la trouve fort attirante.
Au fil des temps, j'ai appris qu'elle partageait une chambre avec une compatriote pour mettre un maximum de sous de côté.
Que la vie était dure, que c'était *** mari qui l'avait obligée à s'expatrier.
J'ai donc tenté ma chance, pourquoi ne pas résoudre un double problème d'abstinence?
J'ai alors essayé l'une ou l'autre avance, mais sans succès....
Finalement, j'ai laissé traîné des revues porno de type SM.. et j'ai cherché à voir ses réactions, durant plusieurs jours rien.. puis une fois, alors, que j'avais autre chose en tête.. j'entre dans le living et vois Olga occupée à feuilleter une de mes revues.. elle lève la tête, rougit et dépose la revue....
Plus tard, (nous cas***s la croûte ensemble dans la cuisine) je lui ai parlé de la revue.. la conversation est progressivement devenue plus olé olé, elle m'a alors avouée qu'elle avait été avec *** amie dans un resto où il y avait un spectacle d'hommes faisant du strip tease sur scène...et qu'ensuite, ils passaient dans la salle faire une collecte... l'argent devant être glissé dans un mini slip par la donatrice.. selon l'importance du billet... le "string" était plus ou moins ouvert.. voire baissé... *** amie a mis plusieurs billets les uns à la suite des autres...jusqu'à l'exposition complète d'un sexe prenant une bonne taille.. qu'elle a pris en main.. et finalement en bouche.
J'ai eu beau lui dire que je pouvais aussi lui faire un strip.. elle s'est levée pour continuer *** boulot.
Mais un peu plus tard...
Ce matin là, après une nuit prolongée en boite, je me trouvais encore au lit quand je l'ai entendu entrer dans l'appartement.
Je me suis retrouvé avec une solide érection matinale.. je l'entendais aller et venir dans le couloir derrière ma chambre.. j'ai retiré ma couette et mon pyjama.. si elle entrait.. wouaahhh, j'en bandais encore plus... puis je ne sais ce qui m'a pris.. j'ai attaché mes chevilles, puis un poignet.. j'étais nu.. avec trois oreillers sous les fesses... inexorablement, ne m'entendant pas elle finirait par entrer.. et pour terminé, empêchant tout retour en arrière, j'ai attaché mon second poignet.
Chaque fois que *** balais touchait ma porte, ma queue était prise de soubresauts... cela a duré longtemps, puis toc..toc..toc.... je me suis mordu les lèvres..j'ai gémis..la porte s'est ouverte... elle est resté bouche bée les yeux fixés sur mon sexe... me voyant attaché, elle m'a demandé ce qui m'était arrivé.. je lui ai raconté que c'était deux copains de fac avec qui j'étais sorti la veille..je lui ai demandé de me détacher.. elle s'est approchée... sa menotte s'est attardée sur ma cheville.. elle est remontée le long de ma jambe, puis à l'intérieur de ma cuisse... j'ai été pris de violents tressaillements, j'étais arqué sur mon lit, nooooonnnnnn, je gémissait... puis sans hésitation, elle m'a saisi le sexe à pleine main.... et j'ai jouis avec de longues giclées de sperme.... à ce moment elle a pris *** GSM et elle a commencé à parler dans sa langue, de telle sorte que je n'ai rien compris... puis elle est sortie de ma chambre, me laissant attaché....
Malgré mes efforts je n'ai pas réussi à me libérer..je l'appelais sans résultat... puis tout à coup après une demie heure, j'ai entendu ***ner à l'appartement....puis la voix d'une autre fille.. des pas.. venant vers ma chambre...j'ai rebandé ...NON ... j'ai été le jouet de ma femme de ménage et de sa compatriote le reste de la journée, j'ai du les sucer, l'une puis l'autre.. les empaler et leur donner du plaisir, me laisser goder l'anus.....
Cette semaine là elle a reçu un extra salaire....qui ne fut du reste pas le seul!

Pour planter le décor, je dirais pour commencer que je suis célibataire et que je travaille en ordi chez moi à domicile.
Je gère des comptabilité de PME et cela me laisse une très grande liberté d'horaire.
La veille, j'avais reçu des amis et la vaisselle s'était amoncelée dans la cuisine... lorsque j'ai émergé de mon sommeil vers 10 h du matin..j'ai enfilé ma sortie de bain et je suis allé dans la cuisine, où Ndenga, ma femme de ménage s'était attaquée à la montagne de casseroles et de vaisselle. Comme toujours, elle m'avait préparé mon bol de café que j'ai bu à petites gorgées debout dans la cuisine..juste derrière elle qui me tournait le dos.
Elle est très bavarde.. moi encore ensommeillé.. j'écoutais à moitié... avec une vue sur *** merveilleux petit cul de black qui gigotait dans tous les sens.. mais dans cette torpeur matinale..je me suis aperçu, tout d'un coup, qu'une solide érection matinale s'était emparée de ma bite et que ooh...horreur, mon gland sortait sa tête de mon peignoir...
J'ai essayé de remettre les choses en place, mais ma sensibilité d'une part et le contexte d'autre part... je me suis trouvé occupé à me caresser la verge lentement.. très lentement...une boule au ventre me tenaillait: "et maintenant si elle se retournait".. j'étais persuadé que je pourrais tirer le pan de mon peignoir à temps si cela se produisait, mais c'était sans tenir compte de la montée de mon désir... tout d'un coup je me suis rendu compte que j'étais arrivé à un point de non retour et que je commençais à jouir..sans plus rien contrôler.
Je suppose que le bruit de ma respiration l'a interpellée et elle s'est retournée.. saisissant l'inévitable éjaculation que j'ai essayé de cacher dans ma robe de chambre...
Elle était interloquée.. moi mort de honte!
Je me suis enfui en m'excusant.
Après je n'ai plus osé la regarder en face.
Allait-elle partir, me quitter?
A tout hasard..j'ai ajouté 50 € à sa paie...
A midi, elle m'a crié "au revoir" comme d'habitude et elle a terminé *** service... j'ai été voir dans la cuisine.. elle avait nettoyé mes traces de sperme.
Deux jours plus tard, c'est avec impatience que j'ai attendu *** retour.. à l'heure habituelle, elle est entrée dans mon appartement (elle a la clef).... et c'est en me mordant les lèvres .. qu'en robe de chambre je suis retourné dans la cuisine prendre mon café...mais cette fois, elle s'est retournée, m'a fait face avec un demi sourire.. m'a regardé droit dans les yeux..puis a baissé *** regard... à mi hauteur de mon corps..puis *** regard s'est durci.. elle m'a fait signe d'ouvrir mon peignoir.
J'étais mort de honte... elle m'a arraché la ceinture qui s'est défaite... ma queue lui rendant hommage... elle l'a attrapée et m'a conduit dans ma chambre...