Lets Talk About Knickers

Let\'s talk about knickers here a while, I love \'em, aren\'t knickers just wonderful? Now of course I\'m not talking about great big knickers on huge fat wobbly bums. Now if that\'s your thing, well you\'re welcome to it because it doesn\'t do it for me quite frankly and I just don\'t want to even think about those kind - let alone be seeing them, on or off - so lets banish those images from our minds right from the start. Lets be upfront here, I\'m talking nice knickers on nice arses - be it those wonderful slim young ladies out in the summer sun, or the more curvaceous MILFS, the dirty thirties, the fit forties!

Knickers, whether they are on or off, or if they are coming off (by their hands or by mine, either will do just fine thanks). Knickers on the washing line, on the racks in the lingerie department with attractive ladies picking them up, considering whether to buy or not and me trying to picture them in situ or thinking about choosing the rest of the outfit and hoping they, or the girlfriend don\'t see me having a sneaky peak out the corner of my eye while she chooses some for her/us.

A little slice of heaven is a stolen glimpse of a pair of knickers under a short skirt when the wind catches it or perhaps when she is getting out of the car. Caught sight of when sitting on the beach, or in the park, spying lustful eyes behind dark glasses. Dark knickers showing through light trousers or a skirt. Do bikini bottoms count? Why not?

Plain cotton panties (white are my favourite), patterned cotton panties (flowers, hearts or dots, but not teddy bears!) cotton panties with lace trimming around the edges. Silky knickers, satiny knickers (either plain red or plain black, trimmed with the other colour), kinky PVC knickers, lacy knickers, fishnet knickers, see-through knickers. Are we getting warm yet?

Knickers with a camel-toe crease in the crotch tracing the wonderful valley beneath. A dark line in the material either there of it\'s own accord or made by me running my middle finger up and down there, I\'ll push it further into that soft crack. Knickers with a wet patch at the crotch, seen or felt. Making them wet and semi-transparent by licking her through them with my tongue. Her hiking up her dress or pulling her jeans down and then slipping her fingers down the waistband to fool around in there while I watch. Me, sliding my hand down her tummy, first finding short bristly hair and then exploring soft wetness further down with my gentle fingers. Pulling the crotch aside to finger her or to push her up against the wall and enter her hard and fast for a quickie, her clit bearing down on my hard cock, she will cum first - but only just!

My cock pushed inside her knickers while she is wearing them, sharing the space nestled in the warm valley of her pussy. Putting my hands down the back and stroking her round bum. Look, just fucking taking them off, alright!?! Sliding them down and then her thighs fall open for my fingers/mouth/cock. Pulling them half down and spanking her arse while she sucks greedily on my cock, a muffled moaning at each sharp slap.

Red satiny knickers rubbed over her wet pussy till they are soaked and then wrapped around my hard erect cock as I wank it for her to watch. Pushed into her love-hole and then spread between our lips as we kiss and I fuck her while we both taste her cunt suffusing the material, tongues lashing at each other through the flimsy barrier. Now we\'re getting there, eh?

A pair of panties that she pulled halfway down and then pissed into while I stood and watched, hearing her piss splash in the bottom of the bath, hard cock in hand, pumping. A pair of panties that she pulled the waistband out on at the front while I pissed on her stomach and it ran hot down into them while she smiled at me. Still with me or did that do it for you? Taking a pair from the laundry basket and savouring the musky smell, awakening torrid memories as my hand works up and down my cock, missing her if she is away, missing her pussy, her mouth or just plain feeling horny.

Knickers are great, and so is what wears them!

Part 1 of Rose

Bob was a retired public school teacher who had begun a second career in carpentry. He liked working outdoors and had always been good with tools. He found that without advertising he could stay very busy. He began by building a deck for the bank president and \word of mouth\ had kept him busy for over a year. He could pick and choose his projects and found that he especially enjoyed building decks and porches.

Bob finished a backyard gazebo project early and decided to go scouting for future work. He had several calls and the first house he went to was to rebuild a rotting back deck. He knocked at the door and introduced himself and he and the tall grubby looking homeowner went to look at the deck.

The deck was poorly built and the wood was white pine. It looked like it had never been stained or painted and was rotting away. He told the man that he didn\'t see much to salvage and the man began to curse. Bob was about to leave, not wanting to work for the foul mouthed man when he looked up to see a woman standing on the deck.

She stood at the railing looking down at him and smiled. When she looked at her husband she did not smile. Bob guessed she was in her early forties and was struck by her sad but pretty face and crystal green eyes. In spite of his better judgment he began to take measurements to be able to give the man an estimate.

Above them the woman had stepped farther down the rail and was lighting a long white cigarette. Both men watched her, Bob marveling at how graceful she looked and her husband grunting his disapproval. \Only sluts smoke, couldn\'t you wait until this man is gone?\ he said with a growl. She extinguished the cigarette in a coke can and quickly went back into the house.

Bob wanted to slug the guy. He had a low tolerance for assholes and this guy was a poster boy for the breed. Still, the woman fascinated him and he could not make himself say what was really on his mind and walk away.

\I have things to do, you measure whatever you want and let me know what it is going to cost.\ With those words, the asshole walked away and Bob heard him drive away in his van. Bob stood there for a full minute debating the wisdom of continuing but then began measuring again and taking notes.

He heard a sliding door open and close and looked up to see the woman again at the rail above him. She smiled again and her face lit up and he marveled at how beautiful she was when she smiled. He climbed carefully the rotting steps to the deck and said, \Hello, I\'m Bob. I\'ll be out of your way in a few minutes, I just need to measure this thing.\

\Hi, I\'m Rose,\ she said shyly and with a shaky voice, \I am sorry my husband is so rude. I thought you would walk out on him.\

\It occurred to me,\ Bob admitted, \I\'m not sure why I stayed. I hate a man being rude to a lady.\

Rose watched Bob as he measured and he heard the click of a lighter as she lit a cigarette. He glanced her way in time to see her exhale a long slow feather of smoke into the hot afternoon breeze. He looked at all of her for the first time. She was average height, probably around 5\' 6\ and looked to be in good physical shape. She was wearing a short sleeved blouse and slacks and was barefoot. Bob thought she was very attractive.

Bob had been married for the better part of his adult life. The year before he retired from teaching, his wife had decided she just didn\'t love him anymore and had moved out. The divorce had been friendly, if that is possible, and since then Bob had worked and gone fishing and spent time with his grandchildren.

Looking at Rose now, Bob suddenly was struck that he was finally attracted to a woman and she was married to the biggest jerk he had met in years. He was definitely attracted to this woman. Her auburn hair was short and neat and her face with no makeup or plucked eyebrows like most women, was more attractive than any he had seen in a long time.

Rose drew deeply on her cigarette and then as she lowered it and exhaled slowly again, Bob realized he had been staring at her and she at him for over a minute. \I\'m, I\'m sorry mam,\ he stuttered embarrassed, \you remind me of someone I used to know.\

\It\'s alright,\ she said, \I was staring at you too, I guess you remind me of someone. Or maybe you were thinking that my husband was right, I look like a slut when I smoke.\

\No, not at all,\ Bob said, surprising himself at his next words. \You look very beautiful when you smoke.\ Blushing he turned and began measuring the railings.

\I wish my husband thought that, but maybe you are just being polite.\

Bob turned and then apologized again and told her that he had always thought a beautiful woman smoking was attractive. His first girlfriend had been a smoker but his ex-wife was avid anti-smoking. Without realizing it the two sat down on the steps side by side and began to talk. Bob found himself opening up to Rose and telling her about his wife leaving him and how he had felt inadequate and had not even thought about another woman.

He told her about his first girlfriend and how she smoked a great deal, even when they were making love. He was embarrassed and apologized again and Rose reached to squeeze his hand and told him it was their secret and not to worry.

He asked Rose then why she tolerated her husband\'s rude behavior. She told him that her husband had their finances so tied up and hidden that if she divorced him she would have nothing. She also said that their children and grandchildren adored him and would think she was deserting him and she was afraid to lose their love and respect.

\He will not let me wear makeup or do anything else that might make me attractive to other men,\ she said.

\Well, he failed there because you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.\ Bob again shocked himself at his candor.

\Thank you,\ she said, \but if your were around more you would not think so. To make sure no other men would want me, he will not let me shave any part of my body. If I don\'t stay covered up I don\'t look very womanly.\ Rose put her head down, very red faced at her admission.

Bob listened to her and felt his cock stiffen in his pants. \Rose, he failed again, did you know that some men find natural women to be very attractive? For the first twenty years of our marriage my wife never shaved except during the summer because she knew how much it turned me on.\ It was now Bob\'s turn to lower his red face.

In the silence, Rose lit another cigarette, and then told Bob that her husband would be back soon. She said she hoped that he would build their deck and that she had enjoyed their talk. Rose stood and quickly walked into the house and Bob could not find words to even say goodbye.

Bob thought about Rose and her jerk husband for several days and then went by the house with his estimate. The man met him at the door and said, \I\'ll let you know.\

A week later the phone rang and Bob was told he could begin re-building the deck. They agreed on the following Monday. Bob sat staring at the phone wondering how much he would see of Rose and if her husband would be lurking around giving him trouble as he did his work. He worked alone and the last thing he needed or wanted was the jerk watching and commenting. On the other hand, he knew he would welcome any sight or sound of Rose.

At 7AM Monday morning Bob was unloading his trailer and getting ready to start tearing down the old rotting deck. The Jerk met him and then told him he would be gone most of the day. He left a relieved Bob and drove away in his van again.

Bob began tearing the old deck down and had worked nearly an hour when he heard the sliding door open. Rose stepped out onto the deck with a pitcher of ice water and he quickly warned her not to come too far, because his work was making the rotting deck very unstable.

Rose disappeared back into the house and then came out a basement door a few minutes later with the ice water. As Bob gratefully drank it they both stood quietly, as Rose took a long white Salem from her pack and lit it. \Did you mean all the things you said last week or were you just being nice?\

\At my age, I don\'t feel the need to be a liar to be nice,\ Bob said, \I was truthful about everything I said. You are a most lovely woman.\

Rose thanked him again and they stood talking, sharing grandchildren stories and when he said he was surprised she had grandchildren so old she shocked him by telling him she had just turned 58. She was please that he was so obviously shocked and blushing she took a last long drag on her cigarette and went back into the house.

Bob went back to work and when he began taking down the rotting flooring he heard the basement door open again. Rose said, \I thought you might need some help\. Bob was in shock. Rose had changed and was wearing short white shorts and a yellow halter top. Her breasts were molded by the thin cloth and her nipples were hard and her areolas bumpy, he assumed from being in the air conditioning.

Bob guessed Rose was a C cup and her dark nipples and areolas looked so sexy he had to tear his eyes away from her. \Sure, why don\'t you grab that end and as I knock the other end loose the board won\'t fall on me.\

It was time for another shock as Rose raised her arms to grasp the board over her head. Under her arms was long silky dark hair. It was not overly thick but it was very visible and very sexy to Bob. They stood for a second facing each other and Rose dropped her gaze to Bob\'s pants which were tenting out.

Bob turned away, \I\'m so sorry, oh my god, I hope you aren\'t offended.\

\Offended, not at all. I am flattered. No man has said such nice things or reacted to me that way in many years.\

Bob began to hammer the boards loose and he and Rose caught them and Bob took time to carefully remove the rusty nails and throw them in a can before they stacked the old lumber. Bob was very careful not to look at Rose for fear of another erection. Finally they stopped for ice water and went to sit in the shade.

They sat in awkward silence as Rose lit a cigarette and began brushing crumbs of rotten wood from her shoulders. As she raised her arms to brush the wood crumbs from her hair Bob found himself looking at her furry underarms again as well as her beautiful breasts, even more outlined by the damp cloth of the halter.

Rose smile at him and said, \I don\'t mind you looking, it makes me feel like a woman again.\

Bob moved his lawn chair closer to her and began to pick the rotten wood bits from her shoulders and hair also. As he leaned in to brush some from her bare shoulders they paused with their faces close and then slowly pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.

Rose\'s lips were warm and full and soft and as Bob parted them with his tongue she met him with her tongue and he tasted her smoky mouth eagerly and felt his erection tent out his jeans painfully. The kiss continued for several minutes with his hands on her shoulders and hers on his arms. When the kiss broke and they sat back Bob\'s erection was obvious and there was a wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked through. Rose, Bob saw, had her own twin erections as her nipples struggled to tear through the thin damp cloth.

Bob and Rose looked at each other, both with half smiles as Rose took a long slow drag on her cigarette. She exhaled slowly and once again raised her arms to pin her hair up. Bob\'s erection was physical proof that he liked everything about her and she smiled her wonderful smile again.

\I think we had better get back to work and maybe think this over,\ Rose said, \but that was very nice.\

They went back to work and soon Bob had a trailer load of the wood they had removed and he told Rose he needed to take it to the dump. He started to leave and then turned and said, \I don\'t want this to stop here, I think you are wonderful.\

Rose smiled and said, \Good, I don\'t want to stop either. He will be home soon and I was going to go shopping.\

\Would you follow me to my home?\ Bob asked in a shaky voice.

\Yes, I am shocked at myself, but I very much want to do that,\ Rose said with her sad smile.

Rose went into the house and came out wearing the same sweaty dirty clothes but she had a plastic bag with her. She got in her car and Bob drove straight to his house. He lived back off the beaten track and had a small house in the woods. When he pulled around back she followed and parked behind his house.

When she got out of the car, Bob met her and took her hand in his. He had thought about what was about to happen all the way home and had reminded himself over and over that she was a married woman.

\Are you sure you want to do this?\ he asked, \I am divorced but you are married and your husband could make things nasty for you if he found out.\

\I have never wanted anything more in my entire life,\ she said as she leaned in to kiss him. Their kiss was soft and deep and he could taste the smoke in her mouth and he could smell her sweaty body. Instead of being a turn off, he wanted her even more.

When they finally broke the kiss he led her to his house and they entered through the screened in back porch. They went straight to the bedroom and to the master bathroom which was very large. Without speaking they began to kiss each other again and to undress each other dropping their dirty sweaty clothing on the floor.

When Rose was naked Bob stepped back to admire her. Her waist was thickened from having her children and her breasts had a slight sag, but she was beautiful. Her pubic hair was untrimmed and bushy and looked wet and slick where it covered her pussy lips.

Rose also was admiring Bob. He was far from being slim and every part of his body was thick. From having her arms around him and on his arms she knew he was very solid and had working muscles. She especially liked his hard cock which was standing out from his graying pubic hair. The hair on Bob\'s head was mostly white and his underarm and pubic hair had strands of gray also.

She reached out to gently stroke his cock and Bob shuddered and almost came on the spot. It had been so long and he was very sensitive. She sensed that he wanted to wait and they stepped into the shower. When they were both wet and rinsed off Rose experienced a treat that she had never had in her entire adult life. Bob shampooed her hair and took his time massaging her scalp and then he tenderly soaped and washed her entire body.

Rose like the way he soaped his hands and then washed her, never using the wash cloth. Bob took his time washing her breasts and then scrubbing her underarms and pussy. His cock kept bobbing and she suppressed the desire to kneel and suck it.

When Rose was clean and rinsed she performed the same service for Bob. He loved the feel of her hands washing his hair and then soaping his entire body, except for his cock and balls. He was disappointed that she skipped that area and was surprised that a naked woman taking a shower with a man would be shy, but he supposed that was what it was.

Rose, however, was saving the best until last. When Bob was rinsed she whispered to him that she had one more area to clean. Rose knelt in the tub at his feet and gently soaped his cock, running her hands up and down it\'s length and then soaping and massaging his hairy balls. She felt him shudder and she knew he was fighting not to cum.

\I think you will cum pretty fast the first time, \ she said, \and then we can relax and take our time, so please enjoy this.\ Rose took Bob\'s hard cock into her mouth. As her hands massaged his balls she began to stroke her mouth up and down his cock using her tongue on the underside of the shaft and then stopping to suck the head like a lollipop and lash the bulbous head with the tip of her tongue.

\Babe, I am going to cum, \ Bob warned her as he began to make little involuntary thrusts with his hips.

Rose looked up and said, \Cum then, and enjoy it as much as I am.\

Rose then took Bob\'s cock into her mouth and began to fuck his cock with her lips and mouth in earnest. Bob\'s cock was average in length and size but she loved how soft the skin was in her mouth and yet how hard it was under the skin.

Bob moaned out loud and grasped the top of the shower doors to hold himself. Rose felt hot cum spurt into her mouth. It was thick and slightly salty and had a musty taste. She swallowed and then swallowed again as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth. Rose kept sucking and stroking his cock until she felt it softening in her mouth. She continued to suck on the head as she rubbed his balls.

Finally, Bob slid his hands into her armpits and gently brought her to her feet. He kept his hands there as he leaned down to kiss her again, enjoying the feel of her wet underarm hair. Now her mouth tasted of a mixture of his cum and her cigarettes and he savored the taste running his tongue around her tongue and teeth.

As the water began to grow cold from the long shower, he turned it off and they stepped out and toweled each other dry with two large soft towels.

\Thank you, \ he said, \ I have not had anyone suck me in many years. My wife just stopped years ago and I always loved that so much.\

Bob took Rose to his bed and stacking two pillows he propped her up on them. He kissed her gently and then kissed his way down her neck, licking and kissing her neck looking for sensitive spots. He loved her long graceful neck. From there he slipped down to her breasts. Her areolas were puckered and her nipples were hard and he took one into his mouth and began to suck.

Her nipple was tasteless and clean and he felt it elongate in his mouth as she grew more excited. Rose arched her body upward in pleasure as his mouth gently nursed her sensitive nipple. Bob held the breast gently in his hand as he continued to nurse her and give her pleasure. His tongue worked around and over her areola gently and lightly and Rose shuddered in pleasure.

Bob slid his other hand down over her stomach to her pubic triangle. The hair was fluffy and clean and as he teased lower he found her pussy was soaking wet. Bob slide two fingers up and down her slick leaking slit teasing the puffy excited flesh and then circled his fingers around her clit which was erect and protruding from it\'s protective hood.

Without conscious thought he brought the wet fingers to her other nipple and began to rub it and roll it back and forth between his thumb and finger, causing Rose to gasp with pleasure and arch her lower body up to his.

\Please, I am so close, make me cum.\ Bob slipped his hand back down and slid the two wet fingers deeply into her soaking pussy as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, the one liberally coated with her juices. She gasped again and began to whimper and moan as he sucked the now tasty and sweet smelling nipple and began to slowly fuck her deeply with his two fingers. He let his thumb find her clit and he used her abundant juices to lubricate it as he massaged the little nub and felt her whole body quake.

Rose was having a deep and very hard orgasm. She had not had an orgasm like this in years and she thrust herself against Bob\'s hand. His mouth never left her nipple and his gentle but persistent licking and sucking made her cum all the harder. Rose began thrusting against his fingers and moaned and whimpered loudly as she ran her hand over her other breast and played with her own nipple.

In all the years Bob had been married his wife had never enjoyed having her breasts sucked or her pussy manually stroked so much. He was amazed had how hard and violently and long Rose was cumming. Her breath came in gasps and she was reduced to a series of \oh\ \oh\ \oh\, when she suddenly grabbed his hand and said, \Stop, it\'s too intense.\

Bob slide up alongside Rose and put his arms around her. He held her sweating body close as she fought to catch her breath and her body quivered against his over and over, almost like aftershocks to an earth quake. Finally Rose lay still and quiet and they lay like that for nearly 20 minutes before she spoke.

\Thank you, now you have done something for me that I have not had in a long time. That was so intense and wonderful.\ Rose pulled his head to her lips and kissed him gently. When they finally broke the kiss she licked her lips and smiled, tasting herself on him. \I admit, you shocked my when you rubbed my pussy juice on my breast and then sucked it, but then I started cumming and I realized I loved everything that you were doing.\

\I loved everything we did together.so far,\ Bob said as he smiled at her. Finally Rose asked Bob if he minded if she smoked? He told her to do anything she wanted and as she got a cigarette and lighter from her bag he reached for a candle in a dish for her to use as an ashtray.

Rose lay in his arms as she lit the cigarette with Bob\'s eyes recording her every move. Her first puff got the cigarette lit and then laying the lighter aside with the cigarette still in her lips she took a long draw before removing the cigarette and inhaling. She exhaled into the air in front of them a long feather of dense white smoke.

As Rose lay in his arms smoking, she began to fondle his now half hard cock. She was pleased that he was recovering fairly quickly for a man in his 50\'s. On impulse she slid down and took his cock into her mouth again. She was rewarded with an instant hardening as she gently sucked and stroked it. When she paused to take another drag on her cigarette she looked up at Bob and saw a dreamy half smile as he watched her.

Rose exhaled around his cock and then again took it into her smoky mouth. She fondled his balls as she slowly stroked his cock with her wet mouth. She felt Bob\'s hands slide down and under her arms and then he pulled her up on top of him with her face to his. Bob kissed her deeply, tasting his own pre cum and her smoky mouth.

When Bob felt her furry pussy slide over his cock her reached down to stroke her and found her hand guiding his cock to her opening. She slid the bulbous head of his cock up and down her swollen wet lips and then teased her clit with it. It felt so much better than her vibrator and she shuddered with desire.

Rose lowered her body slightly and the head of his cock slipped inside of her. She sat up and lowered herself slowly onto his now rock hard cock. He filled her pussy nicely and both of them later agreed that this moment, with her sitting on him with his cock buried deeply inside her, was the most wonderful feeling they had either had in many years.

Rose realized that she still had her half smoked cigarette in her hand. She started to reach over to put it out and Bob said, \Why don\'t you stay there, just like that and finish your cigarette. You feel so hot and good and I love the way my cock feels inside of you right now.\

Rose smiled at him and then took a deep drag. She held it for a moment and then as she exhaled into the air over them, Bob reached and began massaging her sensitive breasts. She knew he was turned on by her body and she raised her arms so that he could see her breasts move and have full view of the thick hair under her arms. It was obvious how much he enjoyed the sight of her this way as she felt his cock throb inside of her.

As Rose took a second long drag, she slid her body upward almost off his cock. She held the smoke as she paused there and then as she very slowly exhaled she slid her pussy back down over his cock. Bob knew that if she had not sucked him off earlier he would have cum right then.

After a minutes pause Rose repeated the long draw on her cigarette as she again raised her body and hovered over him. She held the smoke inside several seconds and then again slowly exhaled as she lowered herself back down on him. Rose knew she was very close to orgasm again and his cock felt hot and alive inside of her.

Rose repeated her actions again but this time when she had raised her body to the top of her stroke Bob reached and took the cigarette from her fingers. He reached over with his long arm and put it in the dish holding the candle. He looked back at Rose and then gently pulled her down on his cock as he rolled her over and raised up with him over her, holding himself on stiff arms. Rose had held her breath and now exhaled to the side. Before her lungs had emptied of smoke Bob lowered his lips and began to kiss her.

Rose\'s smoky mouth devoured him as he began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her. He could feel her extreme wetness and at the end of each slow stroke he ground himself into her grinding her clit and feeling their pubic hair rubbing together. Bob could feel their juices running down his balls and knew that he could not last long.

As Bob began to stroke faster Rose and he kissed often and he reached down to nibble her nipples or to run his lips through her underarm hair before returning to her mouth. Her tongue seemed to want to explore his whole mouth and she began to meet his thrusts with her own. Soon little grunts were coming from both of them and Bob raised himself back up to quicken his strokes.

Rose reached up and took Bob\'s nipples between her thumbs and fingers and began to roll and play with them as he began to stroke himself into her harder and faster. She began to whimper and moan again and he felt her hot pussy spasm around his cock as she began to orgasm. When Rose began bucking wildly under him Bob began to slam himself into her so hard that he felt his balls slap into her ass. Rose reached up to grab the head of the bed to keep herself from sliding up under his hard thrusting. Bob looked down at her red face and chest and her bouncing breasts. Her nipples were harder than any he had ever seen and her long underarm hair made a sharp contrast to her smooth breasts and body.

Bob glanced down and saw his own cock sliding in and out of her furry pussy and felt his cum rising. As Bob began to orgasm he heard his own voice join hers as they made animal moans and cries. Rose was almost unintelligible, but he could understand, \fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhh\ and then he began shooting ropes of thick cum into her pussy.

Bob kept slamming himself into Rose as he felt spurt after spurt fill her. Rose felt him cumming and felt his hot cum filling her pussy. She thrust herself wildly meeting his every move with her own. Rose had never had a man cum so hard or so long inside of her and her own orgasm continued as she urged him on.

Finally, Bob collapsed into Rose\'s arms. His spent cock was still inside of her and they lay in each others arms panting and trying to catch their breath. When he could breath normally, he leaned in to gently kiss her lips and Rose met his lips eagerly. After sex, Bob\'s ex wife had always turned away or rushed to the bathroom to clean herself. Rose\'s husband had always turned away and gone to sleep. For both of them, holding someone who still wanted them after being satisfied was a new and wonderful experience.

Finally, with their lips still touching and Bob\'s limp cock still pressed against Rose\'s pussy, they fell asleep. They fell asleep knowing that something wonderful had happened at a time of their lives when both of them had given up. Neither had any idea what would happen in the future, but at this moment both were completely satisfied to hold each other.

A Low Maintenance Affair with a BBW

Rylee always wore a baseball cap and this day was no exception. It was a standard part of his maintenance uniform and kept the sun out of his eyes as he traversed between buildings fixing everything from busted pipes to plaster dings. He was six feet tall, naturally tanned by his work outdoors, and had incredible green eyes the color of a pine tree in a rainstorm. Along with his baseball cap, he wore a tan polo shirt with the logo of the apartment building emblazoned on the left breast pocket, long Carhartt\'s workpants, sturdy steel capped boots, and a belt much larger in circumference than his sinewy frame. He was one of those men who were not only naturally muscular for his small build but his muscles were also enhanced honest physical labor. Every time Moira saw him, she was mesmerized by the way he moved. He was tough and strong but also had a soft mouth and a fluid way of working with materials that suggested the care a lover would take in doing it right the first time.

The few times he had been in her apartment to work on fixing something, he looked at her with genuine interest and seemed lustful, not only of her sexy, large, curvy body necessarily, but of life in general and it carried over well into conversations. He was the kind of man who would tell you how he really was if you bothered to ask, who made a genuine attempt at conversation and truly engaging you. He did not seem like the gruff, goal-oriented, typical working-class men that had done maintenance in all of the other buildings Moira had lived in before. They were the kind that would grunt with the dissatisfaction of obligation of having to respond to you when you said good morning to them. Rylee was not like that, not in the slightest. Moira could sense that about him and felt drawn in by this aura of welcoming and interest. Whenever they would meet, her on her way to some gallery and Rylee on his way to some fix-it urgency, he would always take the time to ask her about her work as an artist and stop whatever he was doing to listen intently to her response. She loved that he understood art, not what she would expect from a maintenance man. In fact, nothing about him was what she expected. Especially after the conversation they had accidentally had a few months back.

Rylee had a habit of coming in the middle of the day to fix things, it seems, always when Moira was poised for a shower, unclothed, and then scrambling for clothing and running to the door. This particular day was no exception. It was hot and Moira had been painting all day with the heavy drapes closed so she could be naked and feel the fan blowing on her glistening skin. No matter what the weather, she preferred to be alone, nude, and cool (in no particular order) when she painted. Sometimes setting up lights on certain objects contributed a great deal of heat to the room so in the winter she would have to turn the heat off and in the summer, the fans on. Only this day it was so hot that she had all of the fans on full blast. Her husband had not mentioned that he had put in a work order in the office and she was not expecting anyone. Their kitchen sink had unexplainably lost water pressure, which was making rinsing the dishes and filling the water pitcher a wretched chore. And since Moira\'s husband did both of these chores on a regular basis, it was not surprising that he had put in the work order before Moira even had time to be sufficiently annoyed by the problem.

The fans created a noise just loud enough to drown out the sound of Rylee\'s knocking on the door. Moira had her long, naturally red hair pinned up in chopsticks as she moved about the living room, fans whispering on her freckled shoulders as she trained her cerulean blue eyes on a particularly pesky sunflower petal she was painting on a large canvas. Before she even knew he was there, Rylee had let himself in with the key, thinking no one home and had entered the long hallway to the living room. It was too late to cover up by the time she looked up and her blues met his greens. She threw down her paintbrush in haste and ran into the bedroom to wrap her nude body in a robe. Moira could not tell who was more shocked by the incident but when she came back out, Rylee had picked up her paint brush, mopped the azure paint off the beige carpet with his personal handkerchief, and was bashfully looking down at the detail of every last fiber of the carpet, his face the color of cherries in a still life. He was, after all, a full-blooded, first generation Irishman and he could grow a blush on his skin like a lake could grow sky on its shimmering surface. She was not sure what to say to him, they were both speechless, and she was wondering if they would never recover from the embarrassment.

They began feverishly at the same time.

\Look, I am really, really sorry about that ma\'am. I knocked but.\

\It\'s not your fault! I couldn\'t hear the door.\

\I swear I knocked, I really did!\ he blurted out.

\Honestly, Rylee, of course you did. I. I\'m. so sorry.\

\You aren\'t going to complain or anything are you? I should have really knocked again,\ he seemed remorseful.

He stared at her manicured toes, painted the naturally achievable color of his Irish face, partially hidden by his grimy baseball cap.

\Of course not. It\'s no one\'s fault. look, let\'s just forget it happened ok?\

She smiled at him genuinely and he allowed his gaze to drift up her body wrapped loosely in a pale pink kimono, accenting every enormous, round curve of her lush body. It was that look again, that earnest once over that told her exactly what he thought of her beauty, so unlike his own wife\'s, waifish, mousy, plain, and petite. Moira was tall, strong, and self confident about her presentation. Her long red hair, pinned up in black, enameled chopsticks detailed with tiny cherry blossoms, and her in a Kimono made him think of an Irish Geisha, though such a thing did not really exist. When he met her eyes, he could not help but think he saw the same look of interest in her as she sculpted his muscles with her eyes under his short sleeves, picturing his hard abs, paid for with sweat and hard work. They were very different and she was nothing like anyone he had ever been attracted to before but he had always wondered what it would be like to be with a big woman, having her generous flesh yield under his touch, not meeting him with cold, flat hardness like his wife\'s did. Moira looked warm and inviting and everything about her was attractive to him. Even the way she did her eye makeup was different and drew him in.

She was not sure what else to say so she plainly asked why he was there. What came out sounded a bit like a schoolboy caught with a dirty magazine and he mumbled under his breath something about a work order.

\Oh, right! This sink! Here, in the kitchen. It totally slipped my mind!\

He made his way to the dinky kitchen, familiar with the layout, as it was one of those complexes where each apartment was identical to the next. Without another word he began to fiddle with the sink, his experienced hands beginning that skilled dance of discovery on the knobs. Something about his mannerisms in this sent a jolt through her body as she imagined those calloused, expert hands on her pierced nipples, running down her ample curves, pushing their way through soft, pale thighs to find her wet. It was almost too much for her. She wanted to make small talk to ease the tension.

\So, thanks so much for coming, I am not sure what is going on with the sink\

Suddenly, she felt parched, a lump forming in her throat. \Do you mind?\ She reached above him to get a pint glass out of the cupboard above where he was working his magic. Her arm brushed against his and the kimono sleeve slid up her arm to reveal a gorgeous, blood red rose on her inner left arm. The electricity, when softly she slipped her arm against his was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted desperately to rip the kimono right off her body and devour her then and there.

But just as quickly, she turned away and opened the refrigerator to get the water pitcher out. In her mind she went back to the last time he had been there, digging unmentionable guck out of their shower drain as he explained to her how, ever since the invention of shower gel, everyone got clogged shower drains now. Somehow he managed to transition from shower gel to discussing his wife\'s semi-addiction to beauty products and eventually to his relationship with his wife in general and how much he struggled with monogamy. Maybe it was the easy way Moira had with her body that put him in a state of conversation but she had confessed at that moment that she had struggled with the monogamy too. They bonded over their inability to commit to monogamy in the past though he stated hat he had been faithful to his wife for the last eight years they had been together. Moira congratulated him and asked him how he had managed. He said he had been tempted once, when they had been having trouble and that he embossed on his wife\'s heart that he loved her immensely but that if any beautiful woman had ever thrown herself at him, he could only resist so much. When he said that, suddenly, the institutionally white bathroom grew tiny and cramped with temptation. Moira had changed the subject before the conversation had become any more personal. The heat between them was speech and breath.

Moira was instantly snapped back from this daydream as the water pitcher sipped from her hands. She had not been paying attention. She had tuned out to her juicy daydream, that moment in time she had replayed in her head a million times as she fantasized a different outcome, one that had her in his arms that day in the bathroom. How ironic that she was about to be in his arms, but not of her own choosing. The water gushed out of the pitcher as it hit the floor, splashing back up on her kimono and leaving an ice-cold puddle of water all around her. There she was, an island in a storm and as she tried to step out of the water with her bare feet, she slipped and went flying backwards, her kimono flipping above her waist and falling open. She remembered only the wet thud of her body hitting the linoleum, the water soaking her entire naked back, and then quiet.

It was dark, cold, and breezy. She fluttered her eyes, coming to as Rylee leaned over her on the wet floor. He had dragged a fan over to where she was and was gently shaking her shoulders and telling her to wake up.

\Moira? Moira? Can you hear me?\ he sounded distant at first.

She opened her eyes to see he had his face only inches from hers. He smelled of sweat, spackle, pine tar, and cheap paint. She focused in on his concerned expression and dignified lips, the kind she knew would only kiss with meaning.

\Moira? You took quite a spill there. Are you alright?\ he was coming in clearly.

\Yes, I. I\'m alright.\ She tried to sit up and noticed he had not closed her robe around her, which was thoroughly soaked and clinging to her skin like sweaty sheets after making love.

\Don\'t try to sit up sweetie, just lay there.\

His unintentional tenderness seemed at odds with the carnal admiration of her pale and fleshy position, which he displayed, it seemed, without remorse.

\What happened to you? One minute you were getting water and then you just kind of spaced out and then, wham!\

She weighed telling him the truth. She decided it was worth the risk and she was already in such a vulnerable position that surely, he would forgive her brazenness and contribute the whole mess to concussion if it was too much for him.

\Honestly?\ he nodded to her in response, \I was thinking about how the last time you were here and how we were talking about monogamy and you said if a woman threw herself at you.\ she could not go on as she realized that it must sound as though she might have interpreted his statement literally and had faked this spill to \throw\ herself at him.

His loud chuckle assuaged her fears as he joked about it. \I didn\'t mean if she \'literally\' threw herself at me!\

\Oh, that sounds terrible!\ she was mortified. \I meant.\

He cut her off, \I know what you mean. Don\'t worry. I played that moment over and over again in my own mind too, wishing I had not let you change the subject. You are just. so. Moira.just.delicious. Everything about you is sexy. You wouldn\'t have had to do more than nod a yes to me in order for me to jump on the opportunity.\

She was relieved that he felt the same way but also instantly wet and aroused, thinking about interpreting him literally again about him jumping on her. She wanted him. Bad. Maybe is was his daring revival of her, past conversations, or that fact that she had no idea how long she had been out that he had been fixedly watching her naked, wet body. She wanted to imagine it was a long time and that he has been thinking long and hard about just how to wake her up.

\I am so glad to hear you say that Rylee. The truth is, every time I see you, I relive that pulse of sexual energy I got when you said that. I knew you were attracted to me but until then we had really only discussed neutral topics. You are SO sexy, Rylee. Listen to me babbling on. I am wet, and naked and confessing my crush for you.\

He silently watched her mouth form the words and just took her right hand, and placed it on the enormous bulge in his crotch, which was straining against the restrictive, canvassy material of his khaki Carhartt\'s. As a unique person and artist, she had never before felt like such a clich as she lusted after a sexy, muscular maintenance man and she knew this opportunity might not ever come along again. She said not another word as she sat up, her hand still on his bulging crotch, his huge package pushing against her with a vengeance, pulsing with his heartbeat. Her eyes did not leave his, water met trees, they were there own moving skyline as she undid his bulky tool belt and started on the button fly crotch of his work pants. He responded by tearing her kimono the rest of the way off, unable to control himself any longer, her kimono a drowning rose petal in an ocean of their desire. Such barriers could not bother them. He pushed her back and in a flash, had his polo shirt off, cast aside into the puddle, his farmer\'s tan revealing his true skin color, his muscles rippling on his frame.

\I.\ he stated slowly and deliberately like a parent telling a child like it is. \Am going to FUCK you, Moira. I have been waiting for that delicious body of yours for a long time.\

She was beyond speechless and broke out into a fevered sweat, the kind that comes only with the madness of this particular brand of desire, the taboo, the fear of getting caught, the straight up animalistic passion of doing something so unplanned. He stood up, towering over her vulnerable and naked ample body and peeled his pants down. Seamlessly he knelt back down, worshipping her freckled, glowing skin and spread her big thighs apart with the same effortless skill with which he performed his job. Giving her time only to gasp in awe instead of rationalizing and objecting, he greedily advanced his fat nine-inch cock into the supple folds of her pink pussy. All the while, his eyes never left hers and she swallowed him into her, begging with each breathe for more, harder and he forced it up the hilt, grinding his pubic bone against her hidden clit, resigned to give her pleasure she had never before experienced.

Moira was drowning in him, her ass sliding around in the puddle as he ground his cock into her, unrelenting as she twitched against him and bucked her hips, crazy for more and wanting him to stay like this, deep inside her pussy. She clawed at his back, breathlessly and silently, her eyes pleading for him to keep going. He could see she was on the verge of cumming and her muscles milked at his thick, long cock. He wanted to pull out in time but as she could see he was close to cumming to she said authoritatively, \No. Cum with me. Cum inside me. No regrets.\

Her demands made it impossible for him to not shoot his load inside her as rope after rope of hot cum filled her up and her pussy milked his cock for every last drop of it, her creamy tits bouncing with the rhythm of their fucking. She screamed in unison with his orgasm. He had fucked her, and hard and her mound had eaten up every last drop he had to give her.

They lay there, out of breath and aching from the intensity of it all, unsure of what to say, the sink still disassembled. She had no idea what to say or do. He pulled out, a last drop of cum clinging to the slit of his cock. She leaned over and licked it off, gently placing her hand on him as she did so. He began to grow hard again and she knew he wanted more. She had cum, hard and wasn\'t sure if she could ride the second wave but he saw her reluctance and stated forcefully, \I am not done with you yet. And you, have not had nearly enough of me, I can tell.\

He reached his hands out to her and gently slid her body away from him a bit, her legs falling back open in the process. It was too late to take it back now and she was aching to feel his gentle lips nursing her tits, sucking on them, licking the barbells in her piercings. Almost as though he could read her mind he lay her back down in the puddle and sucked on her nipples, his had sliding down to find her pussy drenched in his own cum. He rubbed a circle around her clit as he nursed her breasts then slid one finger inside her cunt, still throbbing from her last orgasm. He moved it around inside her until it was nice and wet and then pulled it out and slipped it unashamedly into her tight, resistant asshole, leaving the comfort of her bosom and bringing his face in down between her legs to taste her pussy and the mess he had made while fucking her ass.

Immediately, her body responded to his manipulations and he knew exactly what to do, pressing his tongue into her clit and that flat part of his clean-shaven chin into her pussy as he wrangled his finger into the forbidden abyss of her ass. Moira\'s thighs began to tighten around his head and tremble. He felt their fullness swallowing him up, his strong hand lost inside her flesh. He felt her clenching down on his finger as wave after wave or the most intense body orgasm she had ever had washed over her and she undulated against him, taking in all that he gave her and fucking his face. She came again. Then, not to be outdone as a lover, she began excitedly sucking his hard cock, twisting her hand around it and rubbing the wetness on her nipples until he could hold back no longer and yelled loudly as his cock, ripe with spasms, sprayed hot cum all over her tits.

Time and space ceased to exist as he moved away from her body. She lay there limply, spent and satiated, fucked beyond repair. Then what she was waiting for came to her. He kissed her on the lips; she tasted her own pussy and his cum on his tongue. Without the right words for the situation, she refused to unlock her gaze from his until he finally spoke. \See, you threw yourself at me and look what happened.\

She laughed and grabbed her soaked kimono, covering herself, appreciating the cool, wet silk and sitting up against the cupboards as he stood, dressed and told her he had to get a part for the sink from his workshop. As he walked out the door, she headed to the shower; convincing her self it was all a dream. She came out of the shower, clean of her desires, he was fixing the sink and he began asking about her painting as though nothing had happened.

Weeks later in the parking lot, Rylee, in his baseball cap, she almost relived the whole delicious dream as he was talking to her about how he had to replace a 70 pound support beam on one of the bridges between building and how sore it had made him. She started dreaming back to that incident and fantasized about ways to break her sink again.

Janies Summer at Camp

This story is a sequel to the Janie Does College series.

Summer was approaching quickly and I was getting restless. I had just turned 21, and was looking forward to a break from college coursework. Summer school was definitely not on my list of \Things to Do This Summer\. A few of my friends were applying for summer internships or work as lifeguards, or camp counselors.

Luckily, I found a job as a swim instructor for a camp across the Country. The position was offered to me by a prestigious all-girls camp located in the New England wilderness. Since they offered to pay room, board, airfare, and a small stipend, I jumped at the opportunity to travel.

I was about four weeks into the ten week program when I met Karen. She was hired as a sailing instructor and like many of the camp counselors, was from the UK. Karen arrived late to her position because of a conflict with her college courses. Everyone at the camp welcomed her, but employee cliques had already been established by that time. Since no one seemed interested in her, I started trying to get to know her.

Karen was about six years older than me, but she had a youthful face. Only her eyes showed that at a few years away from 30, she had experienced a lot in life. She was a similar height, maybe 5\'6\, with light brown hair that hung in loose curls to her shoulders. The first physical characteristic that I noticed about Karen was her eyes; they sparkled with an amazing blue hue. Her nose had a slight up-turn, and her skin was fair but without freckles.

Being from Scotland, she had an extremely thick accent which I later learned was more of the \country-talk.\ It sounded very rough and she used slang and profanity profusely. But her smile was sweet and she knew how to turn her accent down and cut the profanity around the kids.

Karen seemed quite interested in me. We loved to compare philosophies on society, morals/ethics, and pop-culture. We spent enough time together that when our day-off rolled around, it was assumed we would spend it together, as far away as possible from those screaming brats!

When our shifts ended that evening we called for a taxi to take us into town. There was only one bar in town, located next to the sole movie theater. For a Friday night, the town seemed dead, but then I remembered just how remote we were actually living.

\Aye guess this\'s as gooode a place ahs ainy ta git pissed,\ she said in her Scottish accent as we walked up to the entrance to Spud\'s Bar.

Despite the lack of cars in the parking lot, there were about twenty people in the bar, and most of them were male. Only a few women were inside, and all looked to be approaching 40 years old. All eyes turned away from their drinks, pool cues, or conversations to ogle the fresh female meat walking though the door. Two men in their early 30s glanced up from the pathetic-looking jukebox.

Karen smiled confidently; I on the other hand, was a little shyer. At that point in my life, I was dating my first real boy-friend, and had only had one lesbian experience with a woman named Kelly (see my other story).

I flipped my long dark hair over my shoulder as we walked into the bar. Naturally I am blonde so I have fair skin and Caucasian features. My college days saw me with dyed dark hair because it gave my youthful features some edge. It also made my green eyes really stand out.

Karen and I dressed fairly casual, our hair was down. Her hair was wavy and unruly as usual and she wore jeans with a baby-blue top. She had on her Doc Marten\'s of course. I also wore jeans, but my shirt was jet black and low-cut. I had put make-up on, but Karen rarely wore any. I did notice she had applied some peach eye shadow and sparkly lip gloss for the occasion.

\D\'ye fancy a drink?\ she asked as we approached the bar. Scottish people have a way of asking questions and not waiting for an answer. She handed me a drink before I told her yes. I was rather mesmerized by the bartender, a tall, dark, and handsome type.

\Let\'s go put on some real music,\ she said as we walked over to the two men at the jukebox. I still felt all the eyes in the room on us, but I started to loosen up. Karen flipped through the CD collection in the jukebox, complained about the lack of titles, and flirted with the two men.

\Ag, theey\'r\'s no fuckin\' Iggy Pop?\ she declared in mock outrage. She started up a conversation with the men. Appaently Jeb and Matt, as there names turned out to be, were both contractors from the neighboring town. They were doing a project at the Williams\' mansion.

Jeb was tall and built like a swimmer. He had smooth grey eyes, light brown hair, some blonde/grey stubble and long sideburns.

Matt was shorter and stockier than Jeb, built more like a rugby player. He had immense fore-arms covered by a few conspicuous tattoos, and lovely lashes surrounding hazel eyes.

\The Williams\' put us up in the hotel upstairs during the week, but we go home on the weekends,\ Jeb explained.

\Well, it\'s Friday, so, why\'r ye here den?\ Karen quipped. She had this way of staring people directly in the eye, unwavering.

Jeb seemed lost in her eyes so the quieter one, Matt, spoke. \Why should we go home to nagging girl-friends when we can get drunk cheap out here?\ he chuckled.

Jeb told us that they were close friends with the bartender, Evan, and offered to pick up our bar tab for the night. He knew our jobs at the camp paid close to nothing. Karen acted unimpressed but smiled anyway. All four of us walked over to the bar for refills.

I noticed Evan staring at me. He was about 32, very masculine, with a heavy angular jaw and a 5-o\'clock shadow. His eyes were amazingly dark and piercing. He reminded me of George Clooney.

As the night wore on, we all got to know each other, but Matt and Jeb talked mostly to Karen. Of course they both glanced at my cleavage from time to time, but they were intrigued by Karen\'s blue eyes and thick accent. I couldn\'t blame them, she was HOT!

Evan, however, seemed to be burning holes through me with his eyes. It almost unnerved me, but whenever I would catch him staring, his face softened into a handsome smile. His grins made me feel bashful, juvenile, and virginal. The more drinks he poured me, the more I loosened up.

Karen\'s laughs were loud, but as I glanced around the bar, I noticed none of the other patrons seemed to mind. By that time in the night we almost had the place to ourselves. Karen and I were both tipsy, even though she had consumed twice as many drinks as I had.

Through my haze, I realized Jeb had placed a large hand on Karen\'s upper thigh. Matt sat behind her on a bar stool and she seemed to be leaning back against his chest. Matt reached up and began to play with Karen\'s curly mane, gently tugging on it. Karen looked me in the eye and grinned; she loved the attention. She seemed to be asking me a question with her eyes. We had not discussed a plan of getting home, nor had we made hotel reservations.

As the last group of patrons left, Evan walked over and locked the front door behind them.

\Shall we girls be off?\ Karen asked, about to collect her things.

\Oh no, I just don\'t want anymore customers coming in this late, as I have to close out the register. You girls can stay and drink the whole night if you want to,\ Evan said. On his way back to the bar he dropped a coin in the jukebox slot. It started playing \Shook Me All Night\ by AC/DC.

Karen and I lit up in unison.

\I love this song!\ we both shrieked. The volume was high, and we started dancing next to the bar. Jeb and Matt helped us up onto the bar after a positive nod from Evan.

Karen and I were gyrating, giggling, and at one point Karen slapped my ass as we danced. When the lyrics pounded out, \Knockin\' me out with those American thighs,\ Karen pulled me close and squeezed my legs hard. All the guys burst out laughing and cheered.

Before I knew what was happening, Karen had her arms around my neck and her face was right close to mine. My heart was pounding fast as I realized maybe Karen, like me, was bisexual. Then she confirmed my inkling by pulling her shirt over her head to expose a pale pink bra with white lace. The guys just went nuts, whistling and leering.

\Take it off!\ Jeb chanted at us. I saw no harm in it; I mean my bra was a full-coverage black bra, no different from a bikini top. With that thought in mind, I unbuttoned the front of my shirt as I freaked on Karen. Evan just stared up at me and smirked as he finished rinsing pint glasses.

I found myself enjoying the feeling of being watched, especially by Evan. He came off as being dominant, confident, and sexy. I also noticed that when he looked up at the two of us dancing, he was really only looking at me.

Karen snaked her smooth arm out around my waist and brought her face to my ear.

\Shall we shag \'em?\ I thought she was kidding but her eyes told me that she was dead serious. I just smiled at her, not knowing what to say. She was incredibly sexy and I loved dancing with her. I also got a big ego-boost from our handsome audience.

I looked down at Matt who had his palm on Karen\'s calf. Jeb was also mesmerized. When my gaze moved to Evan, his piercing eyes told me that he wanted me. It wasn\'t a pleading look, so much as one of hunger and determination. He was like a predator stalking prey that could not escape. His stare gave me goose bumps and I felt a rush of excitement go through me and end at my throbbing clit.

I love wearing tight jeans because I can rub my legs together and feel the crotch seam against my clit. I did this as Karen\'s hands moved all over my torso. Her arm grazed my nipple several times and caused it to harden under the thin fabric of my bra. Everyone could see that I was aroused: my nips were clearly visible, my face was flushed, and my eyelids were heavy.

Then Karen kissed me. She grabbed me rather abruptly and pulled me up against her body. She kissed me only once and then pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. I just sighed and closed me eyes, hoping she would kiss me again. She did and then I felt her hands wander up my back to my bra clasp. In one swift movement the clasp was undone, and my bra dangled from my shoulders. Karen moved the cups aside so she could feel my large breasts in her palms.

I was afraid to open my eyes; maybe this was all an incredibly erotic dream and I would wake up. I decided to take one peak though, and saw Evan staring up at me as he leaned against the bar. Jeb and Matt were pulling at Karen\'s pant hem. I moved my trembling fingers to her fly and slowly undid the snap and zipper. Her loose jeans were tugged down around her ankles by Jeb and Matt.

I let my gaze travel all over her sexy body. She had milky white thighs, muscular legs, and a delicious curve to her hips. Her cute navel was adorned with a metal ring and there was a small sunflower tattoo peaking out above her panty line. As she danced, her tattoo appeared fully, about the size of a silver dollar.

Karen kicked off her shoes, followed by her crumpled jeans, and moved me to my knees. We kissed a few more times and then I felt strong arms helping me onto my back. It was then that I realized Evan was helping me to lie on the bar.

Karen undid the fly of my jeans, and I wiggled out of them so I was naked except for my black thong underwear. My breathing was heavy as Karen moved between my legs to lie on top of me. She moved her hand to my crotch and stroked two fingers along the length of my slit, feeling how wet my panties had become.

\I think she fancies a shag, gentlemen,\ Karen purred. I just moaned as she played with the thin crotch of my panties.

Evan started stroking my hair. \Well, a Slut like that deserves a good fucking,\ he told her. Having him talk like that about me to Karen as if I wasn\'t even there turned me on so much. The buzzing in my clit spread out across my pubes. Evan continued to tug on my hair and then lowered his mouth over my right nipple. He sucked on it for a moment before pulling away and having it \pop\ out of his mouth. His saliva shone on the nipple, making it look even more tantalizing. I just groaned urgently. Evan showed no signs of loosing control: his breath was steady, his demeanor was calm. He laid a heavy hand on my stomach.

Meanwhile, Jeb and Matt pawed at Karen\'s ass, rubbed their cocks through their jeans, and leered at us. Karen arched her back, scooted forward, and smiled at me.

When Evan took my right nipple back into his mouth, Karen sampled the left one. I had two people enjoying my 38D breasts at the same time! Karen broke away and moved between my legs again.

She pulled my panties down to expose my completely shaven cunt to the audience.

\What a pretty cunt,\ she whispered. I usually have a small patch of hair down there, but since my work uniform basically consisted of a swimsuit, I had reverted to shaving it bare. All of the men had their eyes on my pussy. I actually felt my pussy get wetter as Evan glared intensely at me and deftly tweaked on my nipples. He expertly rolled my buds between his fingers, making me gasp.

\What a Little Slut,\ Evan said flatly. \You like your nipples pulled, huh, Little Slut?\ he continued. I just moaned in response.

\She must like it, her cunt is gushin\',\ Karen observed. I felt her fingers explore my womanhood, nudging my folds open and playing with the fluid that oozed out slowly. Then I felt her tongue rasp lightly against my clit. I cried out but Evan just covered my mouth with his own.

As he pulled away he said, \Shut up Slut, or I\'ll give you something to fill your mouth.\ He roughly shoved a thick finger into my mouth and all I could do was suck on it for all I was worth. My head spun with lust.

I glanced down my body and saw that Karen\'s ass was in the air, her panties were gone, and Jeb had moved behind her. He must have started to finger her because she began moaning encouragingly into my cunt.

\Oh yeah, finger my arse too,\ she instructed. Jeb complied, and I was rewarded for his behavior by having my clit sucked harder.

After a minute or so, Jeb hopped up on the bar behind her and loosened his belt. I couldn\'t see, but I was pretty sure he was feeding his massive boner into her pussy.

\Oh fuck,\ he gasped as he pumped in and out slowly, \you got a sweet snatch Scottish girl.\ He held her by the hips and worked up a steady rhythm. Karen just cursed into my pussy. Jeb pulled out and moved Karen\'s body closer to the bar surface. \You want me to drill your ass too?\ he asked. She just gasped as Jeb struggled to fit his big dick into her backdoor. She howled when he entered her.

Matt was jerking off and watching the scene spread out in front of him, but he seemed impatient to get some action of his own. He moved close to Karen and offered his red-tipped cock to her to suck.

In the mean time, I was hypnotized by Evan. He was the only one still fully dressed; he didn\'t act like he was in a hurry to fuck. He just groped my body surely. One hand ran through my hair but when it got to the end, he closed his fist tightly and tugged back. My chin tilted back exposing my neck and my back arched. It was almost painful but it felt so good.

\You like some pain with that pleasure, Slut?\ Evan whispered. It didn\'t sound like a question so much as an order. I nodded slightly and stared up at him with my big green eyes. \You never had a Master dominate you, huh Slut?\ Evan murmured. I shook my head and pleaded at him with my eyes. I wanted him to dominate me so badly but I didn\'t know how to ask for it.

I couldn\'t believe this was happening. Karen was in the finger-cuff scenario and my pussy was splayed before her. Karen was now distracted from eating my cunt by Matt. Also, Jeb pounding her ass made it hard for her to concentrate on eating my pussy. Jeb was sweating and grunting behind her, Matt was watching intently as her pink tongue moved over his cockhead.

Just then, Jeb started groaning loudly and convulsing. He held her tighter.

\Yes, fill my arse with cum,\ Karen yelped. Jeb humped her hard and slapped her ass cheeks a few times before collapsing over her back.

Karen\'s eyes were glazed over and her body suddenly tensed. She bit her lower lip and frantically stroked Matt\'s cock. She was climaxing; I couldn\'t pull my eyes away. Jeb still had his quickly-softening cock in her ass. He slipped it from her body and backed away. In an instant, Matt was behind her, inching his swollen prick into her snatch.

\Hold up, Mate, I need to switch positions. Me knees\'re killin\' me,\ she said. Karen gave my clit a final kiss before climbing off the bar.

I was so close to orgasm, so it was disappointing to lose her attention. Luckily, Evan was there to slide two very thick fingers into my waiting hole. I was so wet, my cunt oozed. Evan calmly gathered some of my honey onto his fingers before licking them clean. This only aroused me further.

\A good Little Slut has such sweet cunt juice, she\'ll want to taste it herself,\ he said and offered me some newly wetted digits. I couldn\'t refuse so I opened my mouth to accept his fingers. I wondered if he would have forced me to taste them if I had refused. He was right though, I did taste sweet. Musky. Tangy. Salty.

When he put his fingers back into my cunt a third time, he hooked them right up against my G-spot. I shrieked and tried to squirm away but Evan\'s strong arms held me still.

\You\'ll take my fingers and like it Little Slut,\ he groaned. My struggling caused him to become aroused, I could see it in his eyes.

His fingers felt very intense as he pressed them against the front of my vagina. He continued to tug on my hair with one hand as he finger-fucked me with the other. His eyes burned into me.

\Let\'s see how wet you can get, my Little Slut,\ he murmured. Just then he torqued his longest finger against my cervix and held it there firmly. Deep inside my cunt my orgasm began to rise. Evan\'s relentless ministrations had me seeing stars and I actually felt tingling in my extremities. Waves of pleasure washed over me.

\Cum for me, my Slut. I want to feel your juices shoot,\ he demanded. I whimpered in defeat as girlie-cum gushed out and soaked his hand. \Good, Slut, gooood,\ he praised as I rode out my climax. God, his fingers were deep!

As my orgasm subsided, Evan released my hair and I realized he must have been pulling rather hard because my scalp was slightly sore. But it felt good and I smiled up at him submissively.

I looked up to see Karen straddling Matt on top of the billiard table. His huge cock stood straight up. She grabbed it with one hand and smoothly lowered her cunt over it in cowgirl position.

\Oh fuck!\ Matt exclaimed, \I\'m gonna fuck you hard Scottish girl!\ Without warning, he started bucking upwards like a bronco. Karen squealed and wailed but humped down just as hard as he humped up. Matt grabbed her fleshy hips and held her in place while he rammed in and out of her in double-time.

\Ahh, ahh, ahhh,\ Karen groaned in time to his short thrusts.

Matt pulled her sexy white ass cheeks apart for all to see her pink sphincter. Karen\'s whole crack was wet from Jeb\'s cum.

I couldn\'t tear my eyes away from where the two were connected in the act of sex. Karen\'s pussy was so wet and pink; the lips were stretched wide around his thick tool. Matt had a beautiful cock with large veins over the shaft and not very much pubic hair. Karen also shaved so the moisture at their union made a bright shine.

Jeb just watched them fuck and coaxed his cock back to life.

I was pulled out of my trance by Evan. He moved me down from the bar and bent me over a stool. The stool cushion was plush, so I could press my body to it comfortably and have my tits spill over the edge. Evan rubbed my ass and gave each cheek a squeeze. He began to slap my ass. He increased his spanking force until he made my buttocks jiggle.\You\'re my Slut now. You do what I say and like it,\ Evan said in a stern voice. \Now, I\'m going to spank you \'til it hurts and then fuck the pain away.\

I squealed a plea for mercy but deep down I wanted a good spanking. And Evan gave it to me. On about the tenth swat I tried to pull away. Evan just grabbed my hair and squeezed my neck.

\No, no, Slut, you take it. I know that white ass can turn redder!\ Evan ordered. He pushed my middle back into the stool so I could barely breathe. Then I felt his smooth bulbous cockhead nudge my wet cuntlips open.

I frantically tried to turn my head to see what his cock looked like, but Evan continued to restrain me. I wiggled and squirmed in protest under his body, however, he was too strong for me.

His length filled me slowly, and he did not pull out. He just held his cock inside me steadily and controlled the urge to ram back and forth mindlessly. I could hear his breathing quicken, but he sighed and remained calm. I, on the other hand, was yelping like a little puppy and trying to push back against his cock. I wanted all of his length!

After about a minute of this sweet torture, Evan gave me another inch of cockmeat. I was trying to thrash around but Evan kept restraining me. My vaginal walls spasmed uncontrollably, trying to pull him in deeper.

\Oh Evan, fuck me! I can\'t stand it!\ I shrieked.

\That\'s no way to talk to your Master, you ungrateful Slut,\ Evan stated flatly.

I tried again, \Master Evan, may I please have a good hard fucking? I\'ll do anything for you, Master.\ I rubbed my clit against the seam of the leather cushion and tried to keep my voice steady.

\Good, Little Slut,\ Evan praised and pushed another inch of his cock into me. Surely he was almost all the way in, I thought. Already the tip of his dickhead brushed against the very back of my cunt!

\Tell me what you\'ll do for your Master,\ Evan murmured.

\I\'ll let you fuck my ass, cum in my face, anything you want, Master. Please.\ I was near-delirium.

\That\'s niiiiice, Slut,\ Evan groaned and pushed himself in to the hilt.

My eyes popped open when he crammed the rest of his cock inside me. He was huge! I tried to flex my pussy muscles around the base of his dick, but my cunt was so full it wouldn\'t contract. Immediately my eyes rolled into the back of my head so that I must have looked like a woman possessed.

\Oh yesssss!\ I wailed. Evans fingers dug into my red ass cheeks, and he began to pump me long and hard. He fucked me real good and I couldn\'t help but moan every time he stuffed it all in.

As he worked me, I felt a gushing orgasm creep up suddenly. The angle at which he hit me was just perfect. I muttered something incomprehensible as I came, and a jet of female ejaculate squirted onto the leather cushion and ran down both of our legs.

Evan couldn\'t resist. He mustered up enough willpower to pull out for a second, just so he could kneel down and taste that river I let loose. His tongue swabbed over my flesh quickly, from the tops of my thighs to my labia, down to the inside of my knee, and back up to my cunny. Then he drove his cock back up me and fucked me harder.

I remembered we were not alone in the room and looked over at Karen who was still enthusiastically riding Matt\'s big stiffy. Then I noticed Jeb approaching them with his boner in hand. Matt positioned Karen so she was lying on his chest and he was buried deep inside her. Then he reached behind her and spread her round ass cheeks apart for Jeb. Jeb needed no further invitation. He clambered onto the pool table, bent over behind them, and eased his cock into Karen\'s tightest hole.

Karen went wild. I have never heard such profanity spew from such a lovely mouth.

\Fuck me boys, make me sore!\ she urged. The two men just grunted at her, too excited to say a word.

I had only heard of the act of double-penetration; it was incredible to witness in-person. Matt was buried snugly in Karen\'s pussy while Jeb worked her asshole. They alternated their thrusts so at one moment Karen\'s ass was filled, the next moment her pussy was stuffed. Then they fucked her in synchronicity, so that both of her holes were filled at the same time.

\You like watching that, huh, Slut?\ Evan whispered in my ear.

\Yes, Master,\ I cooed. He started fucking me faster and licking the back of my neck.

\You want your ass fucked too, huh, Slut?\ Evan asked. I nodded weakly.

Evan withdrew and righted me. He picked me up and carried me like a kitten in his arms over to the pool table.

\Get on your hands and knees, Slut,\ Evan ordered. I responded by kneeling on the green felt. Evan spat on my ass and worked a finger in.

\Oh yeah,\ I urged.

Evan mounted me from behind and stared at my little asshole. It winked up at him above a puffy, just-fucked, swollen pussy.

\God Damn, Janie, you have two of the most beautiful holes I have ever seen,\ Evan commented. \Now your sweet ass will be mine.\

I was a bit worried that it would hurt; Evan had a huge cock. But I was drunk on alcohol and lust and I wanted it so badly. I felt his head enter my ring. His cock moved in smoothly until I cried out. Then he backed off and pulsed his dick. My ass relaxed and accepted him fully. He held it in me momentarily, before starting to thrust in and out slowly, only about half the total length. Then, gradually, he added all of the length on each thrust.

I felt an amazing pleasure spread out over my entire body. I had performed anal sex before, but never so deep. I flicked my clit with my right hand, hoping to coax one final orgasm from my body. Within seconds I was cuming hard. Evan touched me so deep in my ass; I thought I would pass out!

Next to us, Jeb and Matt continued to work Karen\'s holes. Matt\'s face was red and he started to come first. With a sharp grunt, he filled her thirsty gash with white goo. Jeb pumped for a few more minutes, then pulled out of her dilated pink asshole and fired a load of sticky cum on her quivering white butt. He moaned loudly and stuck it back into her ass to milk out one final spurt.

Karen gasped and rolled off Matt. Her holes were dilated and leaking cum all over the green felt. No one seemed to mind. She pushed a couple of fingers into her gaping holes, feeling just how wide they busted her.

I grit my teeth as Evan really slammed me. Karen watched for a second and then moved her body closer to mine. She spread her legs in front of me so I could see her open holes. The smell of seamen wafted up into my nostrils. Without a word, I lowered my mouth to her pussy and helped clean her up.

\Yes, my Little Slut, clean up her mess,\ Evan said. I could tell he was near orgasm. His once calm voice quivered and he was breathing hard.

Karen\'s just-fucked pussy was lovely. The pink folds opened automatically and I noticed a fat gob of Matt\'s cum right inside her hole. Her clit was erect and protruding. The whole thing looked too good to be true. I closed my eyes and put my tongue into her hot sex. This was my first taste of pussy, although it tasted a lot like sperm.

After I had licked up most of the cum, I did to Karen what I enjoy, clit-sucking. Evan groaned behind me. I sucked Karen\'s clit harder. Karen wailed louder. I dipped a finger into her magma-hot hole and continued to suck on her clit as if it were a small cock.

Karen exploded. I felt her body tremble and her clit throb in my mouth. She bit her bottom lip like she had done before. Just when I thought she was done and moved my face away for a second, I felt a dribble of her juice ejaculate and hit my chin. This both shocked and excited me. I kept on licking and sucking her pussy until she was clean.

Evan went insane behind me. \Eat my cum, Slut!\ he hollered and pulled out. I quickly turned around as he unloaded a wad on my chin, neck, and clavicle. It ran down onto my breasts.

\Oh God, oh fuck!\ Evan moaned.

Karen sat up to see what was happening. She helped me rub his cum into my skin, and we licked it off our fingers. Jeb and Matt cheered us on and Evan just smiled sheepishly.

By the time we found our way to the hotel room upstairs, it was 4-o\'clock in the morning. We all slept in one room on two queen-sized beds until noon the next day. Karen and I had planned to visit some art galleries and antique shows; however, we decided that fucking our three new friends all day long would be more fun. We were so right!

Part 1 of Girls at the Office

It had been a quiet day at the office so far. It wasn\'t a particularly hectic place on the best of days but with most of the assessors out of the office, it was rare that there was a lot of work to do. As was per usual, Thomas was taking advantage of the quiet day to surf the internet and fill out a few more online application forms. He was getting tired of this place and sick of the staff that he worked around. They were nice enough, most men would appreciate being stuck in an office with twelve young women but when mostly all of them were in long-term relationships and not interested in any extra-curricular fun, it could get very frustrating.

Not that Thomas didn\'t find any of them attractive. No, his was to be the eternal torment of the single horny male: to be surrounded by sexy women but unable to touch any of them. There was someone for everyone in the office. Thomas was a man of various fetishes but he wasn\'t going to confess them to anybody, let alone the girls he worked with. They\'d flip if they knew what got him going. As per usual, all of the women were going out with some ridiculously good looking bloke who earned a packet and had a place bigger than the shoebox that Thomas lived in. Anyone would think that they would be happy, but not according to what he had to hear every day.

The main topic of conversation in the office was how insensitive the men in these women\'s lives were. Every day there would be some transgression of the unwritten Men/Women rules that no man is aware of and it would be what all the girls would talk about for the whole seven hours they were working there. Sometimes they would even ask Thomas of his opinion just to get \a man\'s point of view\. Sometimes their frustrations were justified, other times it was just the girls being ungrateful. On the whole though, the problems lay firmly in the former category and Thomas had come to thinking that the guys in these girls\' lives were complete jerks. Most men would kill to be with women like these.

Idly, he flicked his gaze over the top of the dividing screen to soak in the view before him. There was Nikki, a petite blonde with the nice arse or Lisa, the thin, pretty girl who wore low cut tops. Sometimes he liked to see Sarah, the raven-haired beauty in Accounts or maybe Melissa, the.

Hang on, what the hell was this? Melissa wasn\'t smiling. This was a strange thing given that Melissa was one of the cheeriest people in the office. People would joke around with her but she never seemed to come out on the office parties. She had a very refined accent as though she had spent her childhood at private schools. Maybe it was that which made her a little bit distant from the rest of the crowd. But it was unlike her to be sad.

As Thomas watched, Lisa went over to talk to her. There was the usual concerned look on the face, the arm round her shoulder and then suddenly she was off! Melissa dashed out of the room, tears springing from her eyes as she ran. Lisa looked amazed. No one had ever seen her act like that before.

\What\'s gotten into her?\ asked Thomas as Lisa returned to her seat.

\Who knows?\ said Lisa, \I just wanted her to check my stats and she ran out. I ought to go check on her.\

\Leave her,\ he replied. \She probably just needs a little time on her own.\

Thomas went back to his computer but wondered inside his head what had upset Melissa so. Maybe he could go help her. She was a pretty girl and he\'d often whacked off at night thinking about her. She wasn\'t a thin girl but to call her fat wouldn\'t be fair. She was a big girl but nature had blessed her with a set of curves more dangerous than a winding road through a mountain range. Her generous frame supported a wide, shapely backside and a pair of breasts that looked large even on her wide body. Thomas broke out of his fantasy to see his trousers tented out in front of him. Must stop daydreaming he thought to himself and pressed on with his work.

He had not been working for more than ten minutes when Mr Dawson came over and asked him to inventory the basement for him. Thomas reluctantly agreed to do so but underneath he was smiling. No one ever went into the basement and he could hang around down there for hours without anyone knowing. He locked up his computer, picked up a clipboard and headed down into the depths of the office block.

Twenty minutes later, he had his arms around Melissa. He had found her hiding down there behind a series of old archived files. She had stopped crying but was still quite upset. When he found her, she made as if to leave but he had stopped her, saying that it wasn\'t right to bottle up her fears, she ought to let it all out.

And then she did. And boy was there a lot. Thomas heard about how the guy she was seeing had left her suddenly just as they were about to move in together. How he had cheated on her and then walked out, saying that he needed to be with someone who fitted him, not some overweight elephant. Thomas had been ready to go and find the guy and smack the shit out of him but what Melissa said next blew him away.

\I saved myself for him because I thought he was the one,\ she said. \All the other girls talk about how much sex they\'ve had and how many men they\'ve been with and it makes me mad! I could have been having the best sex of my life and instead I wasted my time with that jerk!\

\There\'s still time,\ said Thomas, \You\'re young, sexy. You could pull any guy you fancied in a club.\

\You\'re sweet,\ she said, \but I\'m way out of shape. I\'ve gotten fat while I\'ve been seeing him. How could I get someone now?\

\Well, to start with, you\'re not fat. You\'re just a large woman and there are plenty of guys out there who would go for someone like you. I know, I am one.\

\Really?\ she said, surprised.

\Absolutely. I think you look stunning.\

Melissa smiled. It wasn\'t her usual smile, but one that was devious and cunning. One that said a new idea had entered her mind and she was going to run with it.

\So, saying you were out and you saw someone like me. Would you chat them up?\ Her hand moved slowly from where it had rested on his shoulder across the back of his neck.

Thomas felt her hand gently touch the sensitive hairs on the back of his neck. He looked into her deep brown eyes. Mischief lay in their depths.

\Would you take her home and have sex with her?\

His gaze dropped to her heaving chest. She idly brushed her hand across it, making her sigh.

\Would you?\

Thomas felt his groin throb. It was now or never.

\I wouldn\'t wait till we got home,\ he replied. \I\'d give it to her in the basement of her office block.\

The grin on Melissa\'s face spread to a size that threatened to take her head off. Her hand wound its way down Thomas\' chest and into his crotch. His dick throbbed at her touch.

\Now?\ she asked.

\Right now\

He leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. She returned the kiss, welcoming his attention. Their lips met, crushing each other, her tongue slipping into his mouth, licking his inner lip. Her hand ground into his crotch, finding the stiff outline of his cock through his trousers.

He placed his hand on her huge breast, feeling the hard shape of her erect nipple pressing into his palm. He cupped her breast, the softness moving against him as she writhed in her seat. His other hand slid up her leg, pushing aside the rough cotton skirt as it made it\'s way towards her most private parts. He felt the meaty fleshiness of her thigh and the warmth emanating from her pussy.

\Oh God,\ She cried, \I want you!\

She thrust Thomas back onto a pile of plat-packed boxes and leapt on top of him. He struggled to sit up but her size pinned him down. He had thought that maybe she was just large but her thighs were well muscled and gripped him tightly, preventing him from moving. Kissing him passionately, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, ripping it open to expose his bare chest. She rose up and with one swift movement tore her top off, revealing her flushed bosom in a lacy bra. Her struggled upright and she clasped him to her full chest, pressing his face into her soft, warm breasts.

Behind her, he tackled the problem of the large clasp on her bra. Unsnapping it, her bra fell off, unleashing her beautiful breasts to the world. Enamoured, Thomas ran his hands over them, feeling their soft surface, gently thumbing the hard nipples. She gripped him tightly and drew his head towards them.

\Suck me! Suck my tits!\ she pleaded, grasping her breast and forcing the nipple towards his mouth. He didn\'t need to be asked twice. He took her distended nipple into his mouth and sucked eagerly, her tortured moaning his reward.

\Oh God, it feels so good!\ she moaned. Thomas ran his tongue over her teat, sucking noisily on her breast. He could feel her weight pressing down on him, her soft belly rubbing gently against his prick. Her boobs were huge and trying to caress all of one at once was too much even for both his hands. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, lost in ecstasy. He let a stray hand wander up her fleshy thigh, seeking her pussy. She felt him groping his way towards her and looked down at him in shock.

\Naughty boy! Wanting to put your finger in me when I\'ve given you my lovely tits to play with!\ She pulled him close to her, in between her enormous breasts. He felt their softness close around him, deafening him to the world outside. He tried to breathe but she was cutting off his air supply. What a way to go, he thought to himself as blue spots began to dance in front of his eyes.

Suddenly she let go, releasing him from her heavenly prison. He fell back, gasping for breath, his custodian still perched above him, a smiling face soaring between two gigantic boobs. She leant down, her weight crushing him, her tits pressing into his bare chest. She kissed him, wriggling her way down his body, licking his chest and abdomen.

\You\'ve sucked me, naughty boy,\ she said, \now it\'s my turn to suck you. I felt you pressing your big hard cock into me down there. I want to see what you\'ve got.\

She undid his belt and thrust her hand inside. A look of amazement appeared on her face.

\Well, well, well Thomas, what have we been hiding down here?\ She pulled back for a second, enough to rip his trousers and shorts from him. His cock sprang from its confines, large and hard. Melissa tried to grasp it but she could hardly get her hand around it. The length of a large cucumber, its shiny head gleamed at her in invitation. She gripped it with both hands and pulled on it, the foreskin rippling on it as she jacked it back and forth. Thomas\' head lolled backwards in joy as she jerked him off.

As he looked down, he saw Melissa licking the end of his cock, her small, soft mouth kissing and licking the end as she wanked him. She took the end of his cock into her mouth, sucking the tip, trying to stretch to accommodate all of him. Her eyes met his and a small moment of panic could be seen in hers. He knew she was wondering whether she could get all of him into her mouth. He stroked her face as she continued licking him, encouraging her. Withdrawing her mouth for a second, she opened it as wide as she could and plunged down onto his cock.

Thomas roared with ecstasy. He felt himself pass her supple lips and slippery tongue, right back to the moist haven of her throat. He heard her moan with joy as she sucked on him. Looking down, he could see himself slipping back and forth in her mouth, her lips tight around him, her nostrils flaring from trying to breath. She had slipped one hand underneath her skirt and he could see from the motion of her wrist that she was fingering herself frantically.

The sight of it alone was getting too much for Thomas. He pulled back suddenly, his cock emerging from her mouth with a wet pop. A thin stream of spit followed, dribbling down Melissa\'s chin and on to her curvy breasts. Surging with desire, Thomas helped her to her feet then slammed her over, face down onto the packing crates. A look of shock passed her face, wondering what he was going to do to her as she lay there. He just grinned deviously as he grasped her skirt and with one motion ripped it from her body.

Underneath her huge bottom shook in a large pair of yellow knickers. He took hold of them and pulled. Her large backside shimmied as her pulled, the stitching giving way and the garment coming off with a loud ripping sound. Below was what he sought. In between her pale buttocks her could see the smooth canal of flesh that was her pussy, framed with a thick patch of dark brown hair.

\Do it!\ she cried, arching her back.

Placing a hand on each round buttock, Thomas pushed his member towards her slick lips. Feeling the head touch her pussy, Melissa moaned in anticipation. She spread her legs a little further, letting Thomas push closer. The top of his cock slipped into her moistness, the tight lips closing over it, holding it in a vice like grip.

\Aaaahhh, that\'s it,\ she sighed, \Give me more! Give me all of it!\

Steadying himself, Thomas applied his weight, feeling himself slip deeper inside of Melissa, her flesh parting to accommodate him. As his length slid into her willing slot, he could feel her muscles stretching and contracting around him, squeezing him tightly. The feeling was indescribable. Melissa pushed into him, letting the last few inches of Thomas\' huge cock into her pussy.

\Oh, oh, oh! It\'s too big!\ she wailed, \You\'re so deep in me! Ohhhh!\

Letting his cock probe her depths for a few more seconds, Thomas swiftly pulled almost all of himself out of her only to plunge it straight back in hard.

\Oooohh!\ wailed Melissa, feeling him push back inside. She continued to moan as he withdrew again and rushed back in. Breathing heavily, she raised herself up on her elbows, reaching back with one hand to play with herself.

As he quickened his rhythmic pounding of Melissa\'s pussy, Thomas raised his hands to her torso and grasped hold of her tits as they jumped with his motions. They felt so soft as they lay cupped in his hands, the tight little nipples poking into his palms.

\Don\'t stop, don\'t stop!\ she cried as Thomas\' dick slid back and forth in her tight little hole. She was working back and forth herself now, her curvaceous body shining with sweat in the basement light. Without warning, she dropped one knee and rolled, her body twisting sideways. As she rolled over, Thomas was forced to shuffle sideways to stay in her. She lay on her back, Thomas\' cock still buried in her pussy. She raised both corpulent legs and wrapped her ankles around his neck and dragged him further into her.

\Do it!\ she begged, \Fuck me with that big cock until I cum!\

She grabbed both his arms and pulled on him. Thomas began to move faster, his fucking becoming more frantic as he approached climax. He could see Melissa\'s curvaceous body beneath him, her thick thighs gripping him in their tight embrace, her wide belly vibrating with his pounding, her huge tits leaping with every thrust. Her face was bright red, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open in pleasure. She was groaning more regularly now, her head tossing with each wave of pleasure as it hit her. Thomas increased the pace, his own desire building, his balls giving the tell tale throbbing he got before he came. Melissa\'s eyes flew open, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

\Oh fuck!\ she cried, \Don\'t stop! I\'m there! I\'m there! I\'m coming! Urrghh!\

Melissa\'s body shuddered as waves of ecstasy shot through her. Thomas could feel her pussy throbbing with the pleasure of the orgasm as it overtook her. He started to tremble as he felt his approach. Melissa\'s hot body was taking him over the edge. As he felt it coming, Melissa sat upright, pulling his stiff rod from her pussy.

\No!\ she demanded, \I want to taste it!\

Snatching Thomas\' cock as it trembled with the impending orgasm, Melissa stuffed its enormous end into her mouth, her tongue slipping around the huge organ as it slid between her lips. She gripped his cock and jerked it back and forth while she noisily sucked at its end.

It was too much for Thomas. His balls contracted and he felt the cum shooting up his cock.

\Melissa! I\'m gonna.!\ He yelped but it was too late. Thick white cum shot from his cock, filling Melissa\'s mouth in seconds. Her eyes flared wide and she began to swallow but he was coming too fast for her to handle. Cum dribbled out of her mouth and spattered over her big tits, a thick white film coating them both. Her throat contracted again and again, sucking his sticky fluid into her stomach.

Choking, Melissa took Thomas\' cock from her mouth as the last few drops dripped from its end. She looked down at herself, naked and covered in cum then looked back up at the man who two hours ago wouldn\'t have given the time of day to.

\Fuck me,\ she said, \you cum in buckets you do.\

\I\'m sorry,\ he said, \I should have warned you beforehand.\

Melissa smiled as she wiped herself down with some tissue paper she\'d found next to the storage cupboard. She ran the tissue over her curvy body, making sure to wipe up every trace of Thomas\' cum and her own sweat.

\If I remember correctly, there wasn\'t much time for talk.\ She kept smiling and reached for her discarded clothes.

\Are you going to be ok?\ asked Thomas, pulling up his trousers.

\I\'ll be fine,\ she said. \It\'s good to know that somebody still wants to fuck me. Especially someone with a big cock!\ She grabbed Thomas\' groin with one hand, the other pulling him in close. \I\'ll be wanting to have him in me again real soon!\

Thomas\' smile expanded another notch. Maybe once he\'d got his clothes back on and got back upstairs he\'d have to attend to some urgent filing. Like those application forms in the rubbish bin.

Paperwork shuffle

I squinted up at the clock hanging between the two bay windows. Damn, its eleven oclock already. I couldnt get my lover out of my mind and definitely couldnt focus on my paperwork. I needed to get it done or my boss would give birth to a full grown cow. This merger was huge and I was left with all the contracts and minor details. Of course this meant I was dealing with tons of money hiding in the words cleverly crafted by lawyers. No pressure, ha! Id been getting home from work late the past week and I knew Chelsea understood, but I wanted to be there with her. Her soft skin, her delicate kiss, the way she smelled, and the way she moaned lightly into my ear as I played with her sweet pussy. I shook my head. I couldnt get her out of my mind.

I got up for a cup of coffee and to stretch my legs, trying to trick myself that I wanted to be here and wade through all this paperwork. Feeling somewhat refreshed I sat back down and plunged right in. After what seemed a small eternity of reading legalese I heard a soft knock at my door. Come in! I said slightly irritated. I didnt want any interruptions. I wanted to get home! I didnt look up as the door opened, What do you want? I heard a slight gasp. I realized it was Chelsea. What are you doing here baby?!? Dont get me wrong, Im grateful to see you! I thought you could use some company. And all I could think about was you, as I lay all alone in our bed. So, I thought Id surprise ya. With that she opened her long coat and revealed her satin teal bra and panties.

My heart about leapt out of my chest and I felt myself grow moist. My God baby! You wore that over here? At first I was upset. That quickly changed as she sauntered over to my desk, shedding her coat and draping it along the back of the chair. She lifted up her leg and put her foot on the corner of my desk, feigning like she was adjusting her white thigh high stockings. Her legs went on forever and her curves could knock anyone out cold. I turned my chair from my desk and patted my lap. Come here Chelsea, I want to show you just how much I missed you. Oh goodness Jackie, youre bad.

She climbed onto my lap and I promptly kissed her, letting my tongue slip from my mouth to explore hers. Her smell made my entire body tingle. Raspberries and Vanilla. I inhaled deeply as I broke off our kiss and began to kiss and nibble my way down her neck, brushing her hair back with the back of my hand. Her long red curls fell over her shoulders, spilling down her back. In no time at all she had worked the button and zipper of my skirt open and was tugging lightly. I lifted my hips off the chair for her and she quickly stripped me of my skirt. She stood between my legs and leaned forward for another kiss. As our lips were sealed her nimble fingers worked open all the buttons down the front of my blouse revealing my full breasts resting in my white lacey bra.

She smiled brightly as she stared at my nearly naked body and reached back to the clasp of her bra; with a flick of her wrist her perfect breasts were freed. She turned around and bent over as she pulled her satin panties down past her hips, to her thighs finally letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of her high heels and panties then turned her attention to her coat and slipped her hand into on of the inside pockets. In seconds I heard a light humming coming from her hand. I saw the light flash against metal as she sashayed back to me. She had brought Silver! She was serious about surprising me. We had fooled around in my office before, but shed never brought our toy. She knelt down in front of me and slid her hand up my thighs, letting the vibrating, cold, metal shaft tease my skin. I looked down at her and she flashed me a mischievous little grin.

She pushed the tip against my pussy, causing a wet spot appear in the crotch of my panties. Now these simply wont do. She said and started to tug at them with her free hand. Once she had gotten the waist band just past my hips to reveal my hairless lips she was satisfied and continued her teasing. She slipped Silver in between my lips and the waist line of my panties and moved up my body, placing kisses as she rose. Silver stayed in place as she mounted my lap.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her hips against mine, forcing Silver to push harder against my clit on one side, her clit rested against the other. Her light moans filled my ears as she felt the cool metal against her swollen clit. I slipped my hands up her thighs, rounded them over her shapely hips to her ass squeezing lightly. As she grinded against Silver and my hips my grip became tighter. The vibration against my clit sent waves of pleasure up my body, especially when she pressed her hips forward. As her grinding grew faster and harder she leaned down for a kiss, her hair fell forward onto my breasts and shoulders. Her tongue met mine and drew it into her hot luscious lips. Our moans were muffled in each others mouths.

After only a few moments she was panting heavily into my ear, her climax was drawing closer. Hearing her desperation I felt my orgasm begin to grow. Our hips wildly grinding against the little cock, our bodies bumped together. The chair rolled around on its wheels from our momentum. Her moans intensified as her climax peaked. She arched back shoving her breasts into my face. I immediately began to suck on one of her erect nipples, urging on her orgasm.

As her body shuddered from her climax, Silver was pushed against my clit and forced to wiggle side to side, over and over again. That pushed me over the edge and my moans joined in with hers as I came. I felt my juices flow as my pussy spasmed. My body tensed and my hips held still, pressing firmly against the metal cock. Chelsea leaned down and kissed me as she grinded her hips against Silver, easing me down from my peak.

We sat there kissing and regaining our senses. With a final kiss she climbed down from my lap and pulled on her panties. I watched her dress and I buttoned up my blouse and pulled on my skirt. She sat down in one of the chairs facing my desk. Im gonna stay just in case you need another break. I smiled as I looked at her then at the paperwork, Some how, I dont think that will be too far away.