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Anal Fucking For the Office Slut

Being known as the office tease or slut doesn’t bother me, I enjoy sex a lot in all its forms so being known as promiscuous suits me fine as it means I get a lot of guaranteed action!

There was an occasion I remember well during a meeting, round a table of 7 people, my colleague to the right of me began feeling my leg. Most girls might feel this as an intrusion of privacy, I don’t, I love being fondled in inappropriate situations! Don’t get me wrong if I know the guy to be a creep I’ll brush him off but in most cases I’m all for some sexual groping!

My colleague, Scott, is a good looking, athletic guy. I knew he had a girlfriend but that was a minor detail and if he chose to feel me up and turn me on then that’s his prerogative! During the meeting his hand moved further up my stockinged thigh till it was at the top of my black stockings. During a part of the meeting where I was required to speak Scott un clasped my stocking and began to push it down my leg, knowing this would put me in an awkward situation at some point! I wasn’t annoyed, rather, very much turned on by this forwardly flirty behaviour!

As Scott moved his hand further up my thigh I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him room to stroke my moist pussy through my lace knickers. He expertly rubbed me softly, locating my clit which was swelling under his perfect strokes!

The meeting came to an end and in effort to somewhat keep my decency and my job I stayed behind, pretending to sort my papers and notes. Scott left me with a wink and a smile. I redid the clasps on my stockings and fixed my tight pencil skirt which had ridden up. I had a quick feel of my pussy and right enough it was dripping wet!

Later, as I was leaving the office Scott came up to me and whispered that I follow him. I knew that this was going to lead to some sex and in the frustrated state I was in after the meeting I was gagging for a good slamming!

He led me into an empty office where he shut the door, pinned me against it and we kissed passionately. His hands were all over me, gripping my firm ass and feeling the curve of my back. It felt great and I was filling with lust fast! I dropped my bag on the floor and tried to undo his belt and trousers to free the swelling cock I could feel grinding against my stomach.

Scott pulled off my jacket as I took out his cock. I made to fall to my knees but as I did so he pushed me over to the desk and bent me over it. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing back admiring the view of me bent over the desk. Standing in my black high heels spread slightly apart, my long toned stockinged legs leading up to my tight pencil skirt, perfectly showing off the slight curve of my firm ass and my tailored blouse framing the curve of my torso. He was slowly stroking himself and his eyes were filled with lust.

He moved forward and sank to his knees to pushed his hands up legs, pulling my skirt up as he went. He then pulled down my knickers slowly and removed them from my feet. He then felt my ass with his strong hands, all over moving to my pussy lips and back round. Pulling apart my ass cheeks he kissed my ass and began to tongue my asshole. It felt so amazing, the nerves sent shocks of pleasure up my spine making me quiver with lust! Pushing two fingers into my pussy sent more shocks and really got my juices going!

As my asshole relaxed with his tongue teasing it Scott pushed his finger in and began to tease it wider! Once wide enough he stood up, spat into the hole and slowly but firmly pushed his sizeable cock into my tight ass. It sent me into a lustful daze! I could feel his every inch in me and with my asshole contracting he pushed harder and harder, heightening the pleasure!

Scott occasionally pulled out his meat to spit into the gaping hole, the cool of the natural lube sent shivers down my spine but in my aroused state it felt good! After what seemed an age of amazing anal, Scott pushing his large cock into my tight ass I could feel him grow even harder, this naturally felt even better bringing me close to a climax. Scott was obviously close too, telling my his groaning and swelling cock. All of a sudden I could feel the shots of warm spunk filling my ass. Scott his groaning immensely as he sent load after load of his hot cum into me. The feeling of this sent me into an orgasmic bliss, I screamed and bucked against him, pushing his meat further into me, making the orgasm so powerful!

Once Scott was done he pulled out his cock and watched me twitch in my post orgasmic state. I could barely support myself against the desk I was so weak. Once recovered I pulled down my skirt, adjusted my stockings and wiped up the spunk that was running down my leg with my knickers which I picked up from the floor. Scott smiled and took the knickers from my hand and pushed them into his pocket.

He left the office leaving me to ponder what just happened. Amazing anal in a colleagues office at work. What more could an office slut want!

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Changing Room

I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply.

About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on him. I left Louise, an elderly woman who works for me, at the cash register and went to the back.

As I approached the man, he was sorting through clothes. He looked like a student from the nearby college. He was wearing a very short pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. He had dirty blonde hair, and, I noticed, was lean yet well-built and quite good looking.

Now, the fact that he was good looking didn’t mean much to me. After all, I was old enough to be his mother — 49 years old, to be exact.

As I got closer, he was squatting down to look at some jeans on a low shelf. I looked at him and was shocked to see his penis hanging down from the edge of his shorts. He seemed oblivious to it. He pivoted toward me to look at another shelf, giving me an even better view.

I was stunned and immediately started to get a tingling I had not felt in some time. I had been divorced for seven years, and my love life was nonexistent. To tell you the truth, I had kind of sworn off men after the divorce, and basically didn’t think about sex.

But all of a sudden, here was a handsome young man flashing me — apparently unintentionally. His penis was very long and thick — much more so than my ex-husband’s. It seemed like I was staring at him for minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. He abruptly stood up, said he wanted to try on a few pairs of jeans he had selected, and asked where the changing room was. I said I’d show him.

I led him to the back corner of the store. We have two changing rooms with pull curtains. He went in and pulled the curtain, but it didn’t close all the way. Of course, with my appetite now whetted, I had to stand there and watch. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He dropped his shorts with his back to me, showing off a marvelously chiseled rear end. He also took off the T-shirt. He then slipped on a pair of jeans.

As he was about to come out of the room, I pretended I was rearranging clothes at a nearby rack. As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he went to a mirror and looked at the jeans. He then called me over.

My eyes immediately went to his now-bare chest. As I said, he was quite well built, with a deep suntan. He may have been just a kid, but he was hunk! I felt flush and was surprised by my response.

For his part, he was totally nonchalant. He asked how I thought the jeans fit. They were clearly too big. I moved to his left side and with my left hand pulled the pants away from his waist to demonstrate. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of his pubic hair. I looked up at him. He just smiled and said, “Okay, let me try another pair.”

At this point, I was really starting to get hot. I couldn’t imagine that this guy was interested in me. While I am attractive, with dark hair and large boobs, I have put on a few pounds. And I was wearing a plain blouse and a knee-length skirt. But I figured, at least I can enjoy the view.

He went back in the changing room. Again the curtain was slightly open. I quickly looked around. No one else had come to the back of the store. I moved to my right, near another rack of clothes, to get a better angle to see the young man. He slipped off the jeans.

As he reached for the next pair, he turned slightly, and I got a view of his cock from the side. I could not believe how big it was. While he was a well-built guy, his cock was disproportionately large.

He slipped on the pants and pulled open the curtain. I immediately acted as if I was folding clothes. He walked toward me and said, “How about these?”

They were tight. Extremely tight. The outline of his long, thick cock was clearly visible down the leg of the pants. He had to be aware of it. I was beginning to think he was teasing me.

I looked at his waist – and his bulge – for a few seconds and said, “A little bit too snug, don’t you think?” Again he gave me an innocent smile.

I asked him what size the pants were, and he said he wasn’t sure. I walked behind him and put my fingers inside the waistband, trying to pull it back to see the tag inside. But there was no give.

At that point, he unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper to give me more room. I saw that it was a size 30 waist. I also saw the top of his lovely rear end.

“I think you need a size 32,” I said. He turned around, without pulling up his zipper. I automatically glimpsed down – I couldn’t help myself. His blond pubic hair was sticking out of the zipper. I quickly looked back up at his face and noticed he had beautiful blue eyes. He smiled again.

Now I was sure he was teasing me, and I wondered how far he was willing to go. He said he thought he had a size 32 in the changing room. He went back and, to my total disappointment, pulled the curtain all the way. After a minute, he stuck his head out of the curtain and said, “No, there’s not a size 32 here. Can you get me one? I’ve already pulled off the jeans.”

I brought the pants over to him and said, “Here,” reaching my hand toward the curtain. He pulled the curtain open about half way and stood in the opening, completely naked. He looked at the tag on the pants. I looked at him.

He was acting as if I wasn’t there. I gave up any pretense of looking away. I stared at his beautiful cock. He liked being looked at. His cock started to swell. He said, “Oh, my.” I didn’t say anything.

His cock bounced to life, jutting up almost perpendicular to his body. He put down the pants, looked down at his penis and then looked at me. I walked all the way into the changing room and pulled the curtain.

I got down on my knees and reached my hands out to his cock. He immediately groaned and sank into a bench at the back of the small room. Here I was, a middle-aged woman, totally dressed, on my knees stroking the cock of a young adonis. I had never seen such a large cock, never mind stroked one. I leaned forward and put him in my mouth. It had been a long time, and I never much liked giving head. But this was thrilling in a way nothing else had ever been. I started going up and down on that magnificent cock. It didn’t take long. He soon erupted, and I eagerly swallowed it all.

It suddenly dawned on me what I had done. I don’t know what had come over me. I quickly got up and peaked outside the curtain. No one was there, thank God. He looked up at me and reached out, gently trying to pull me toward him. But I was too spooked to do anything. “Maybe another time,” I said hurriedly, and quickly walked out of the changing room.

I went to the front of the store. Louise was still at the cash register. I went into a small restroom behind the counter, closed the door most of the way, and peaked out. The young man walked to the front of the store, looked around and left.

After closing and locking the door, I fingered myself to the biggest climax I ever had.

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Busted While Fucking The Boss

My closest girlfriend — the only person besides myself who knew some of the surreptitious details — asked me what possible reason I had in seeing a married man.

“You’re playing with fire, girl,” said Stephanie, a woman I met in high school and whose friendship I treasure years later. “It can only lead to trouble! Trouble, with a Capital T.”

Steph didn’t know all the details of my relationship with K. Linford Little. Heck, she didn’t even know about my clandestine relationship with my former boss until after I had broken up with the man. It was in the weeks following the breakup where I revealed to the woman how I had been seeing my former boss for several years, how I fell in love with him, and how I broke things off when I finally came to the realization that my objective and his weren’t in tandem.

I had wanted something long term, while he was using me for a fling, and that was that.

Stephanie was understanding and supportive at the time. But, months later, when I resumed my relationship with Mr. Little, she was anything but. She emphatically told me that being with a married man who had no desire for anything other than “secretive companionship” was a prelude to disaster.

I, on the other hand, looked at it in a different way. Unlike the old days when I really thought I’d one day become Mrs. Little number two, the new me and the new relationship with the man was completely different. We were, well, play toys for each other, getting together for friendship, companionship and, yes, sex. With no strings attached.

Mr. Little remained married to wife number one and only, I dated several guys before hooking up with and eventually moving in with a great guy, and from time to time my former boss and I would secretively get together for some secluded rendevous.

It’s not easy to explain my need to see Mr. Little or his need to see me. Sure, our brief time together normally ended in a sexual situation, but that’s not the only reason for our serendipity. The sex was great, satisfying and wonderful, but the time together was too. We liked very much our time together. For me, I went home with my head held high and with great memories after each meeting.

Well, at least most of the time. Sometimes, though, I sensed my good friend Stephanie might have been a little bit more than correct in her assessment of my walking the tightrope of danger and trouble my having an affair with a married man. Especially given some of the settings for our meetings.

As mentioned in prior stories, Mr. Little and I agreed early in our relationship that his office was not the appropriate place for us to, uh, frolic. That is where it all began, of course, back in the days when I worked for the man years my senior. But we quickly realized that the danger of being caught in the act in his office was something that would not be career enhancing to either of us. So we took our show on the road, so to speak, meeting in mall parking lots, no-tell motels, parks, recreation centers. Of course we found many ways to mess around in his car, getting into all kinds of compromising positions, acting like horny teenagers. I think the car and sex go together, always have, as just the naughtiness of being in a semi-public location with the threat of being caught sends good shivers up my spine and excites my love buds.

I’ve chronicled a number of these activities and locations, but what happened Saturday was an outright doozy of a situation. It’s one that still gives me chills and, of course, brings Stephanie to mind, lecturing me on being stupid.

At 9 a.m. my cell phone rang, and Mr. Little asked if I could talk. “Hi sweetie, can you talk?”

I was on my way to a hair appointment, and hearing his voice made me smile. It had been a week since we had been together, and while we had talked a couple times I longed for a little more. Soon I realized I could have it, as his wife had taken the kids to a friends for the day and he would be able to slip away. Could I?

“Of course, honey…when…where?”

We agreed to meet at a train station parking lot near a local park. It was one of our usual meeting places, and we would move from there and take one car to the park, allowing us to keep our two vehicles away from each other as not to draw the suspicion of people who knew me since it was dangerously close to my house while being a decent distance away from his.

Mr. Little arrived first, and I slid to a stop in the space next to his apparently minutes behind his arrival. Entering his car, we embraced and quickly began making out like long-separated lovers. No pleasantries this day, just kissy face, hands feeling and heavy breathing. When we finally came up for air we moved apart a bit an talked about what had been going on in our respective lives — nothing too new nor different, but interesting conversation. All the while Mr. Little stroked my thigh, not in a sexual way but more in a pleasant, warm way.

Normally after a bit of conversation we’d drive over to the park, a secluded spot, or our favorite walking path. This day Mr. Little had no interest in moving, and we continued our conversation interspersed with a few kisses and an occasional hug.

The still of the morning, complete with its birds chirping broken up when in the distance I heard the sound of an approaching train. I couldn’t tell if it was a freight train or a passenger train, but it didn’t matter to Mr. Little. He had this thing about trains.

You might remember my story about us embracing on a bike path not far from where we were parked this Saturday. That’s the time when I felt a breeze on my backside while kissing the man. A passenger train was chugging past before I realized the little rascal had lifted my skirt, bearing my behind to startled (I suspected) passengers on the left side of the train. On another occasion Mr. Little had me go down on him along that same path when a train went by…but at least on that occasion we really weren’t in plain view. We might have been caught by spying eyes, but it was unlikely, and we quickly moved to safer surroundings once the train had past.

Now, you must understand that I am not an exhibitionist by rule. Yes, we’ve had our little sexual escapades in semi-public locations, but always with an eye toward safety. And while we had been observed on a couple occasions by the spying eyes of accidental voyeurs, we did make an attempt to stay in the background and not openly get caught doing the nasty.

Mr. Little asked me to go down on him in a hurry before the train came past. It didn’t take time for me to deliberate, it actually sounded fun. Heck, nobody would probably see me in his lap anyway and the thought of giving a passenger a chance quick thrill was too much to decline. I looked around, calculated that nobody was in our general vicinity and that the nearest passing cars would be more than 50 yards away. I guessed this little escapade would only last a couple minutes before we moved to a less visible location, and besides, if a car turned in or if by chance someone walked or rode their bike into the parking lot my observant boss would alert me before we were caught.

Coast clear, my ex-boss unzipped his trousers and reached into his boxers, pulling out his semi- hard cock as I licked my lips and maneuvered onto my knees on the passenger side. Then, holding myself up on one arm on his seat while resting my other elbow on the top of his mid-section, I slowly and tantalizingly lowered my head toward his manhood.

“Hurry, honey, hurry,” begged the man as the train approached. “Suck my dick!”

Gee, with a request like that what girl could resist? I licked the tip of his hardening cock, then ovaled my mouth and slowly sucked in his dick as I heard Mr. Little moan from above. It didn’t matter how many times I sucked his cock, it always gave me a thrill. I knew from experience he loved it too, as his dick twitched and I could hear him begin to breath heavily.

As per the norm, I began rocking and bobbing my head, bathing his cock with my saliva as I alternated sucks with licks. Mr. Little then reached over and began fondling my backside, switching between gentle grabs and light spanking. As the train approached I though we might present quiet a sight in the front seat of his car if observed from the right angle.

I continued to carefully suck my favorite dick as Mr. Little reached down and lifted my skirt, pulling it up to my mid-section. He then slithered his hand into my blue cotton Bare Necessities panties and began fondling my ass. He slid several fingers up and down the crack as I continued my assault on his self-proclaimed big banana.

“It’s a freight train, Robyn, here it comes,” said my boss, who I remember thinking should have been a play-by-play announcer. Mr. Little had this thing about talking dirty during our little escapades. So much so he would apologize in advance for some of the name-calling he would lovingly do. “Oh, yea, baby, suck my dick you cocksucker. Don’t stop. Oh yea.”

I continued to slowly bob my head on his manhood, and I felt his other hand begin caressing my hair. He’d run his fingers through by brown mane, then bunch some of it up in to a little pigtail of sorts and pull on it before pushing my head back down.

“Oh honey it looks like a long train, you’ll be sucking for a while, but that doesn’t bother you, does it? You love to suck cock!” said my ex-boss as moaned out an answer and then continued to fellate the always horny man. “God you’re a great cocksucker. Oh yea, that feels great.”

There is something about a cock in my mouth which makes me tingle. I think it is the control factor, I am in charge. He needs me, he received pleasure, but I am the boss, not him. I continued to suck him off but noticed, quite surprisingly, his dick was a bit softer than its rock-hard state of seconds before.

“Oh that feels so good, Rob…he sees us, the engineer sees us, oh my he’s doing a double take,” said my ex-boss as he pushed his mid-section off the car seat and pulled my head up a bit. It was almost as if he was showing the engineer! Of course, I immediately thought this was just idle fantasy, and that Mr. Little was merely playing with my mind. But who knows, maybe the man did get an eye full. Who knows? I just keep doing my duty. “Oh my what a show he got, you sucking my dick.”

As I heard the cars of the train clickety clack past our parked car, I concentrated on my ex- boss’ dick. It was now a slow, sensual blow job, as the urgency seemed to pass along with the engine car. Now Mr. Little slowed his bouncing to a stop, and I was able to suck on his dick without worrying about being impaled on his manhood.

I was lost in the act, but after a bit realized the train had past. Mr. Little continued to moan out dirty nothings, which was music to my ears. I actually got off on his dirty words. He continued to play with my ass cheeks, then pulled me over a little closer and slipped my panties down my thighs. Then his probing fingers found my pussy.

That, friends, was hot. Yes, his dick was pulsing in my mouth, but the sensations his fingers started with their strumming of my wet clit were not only naughty but exciting. His thumb rubbed against my clit as at least two fingers played with my fleshy sex spot. My eyes were closed as I savored the digitally induced stimulation. Mr. Little has magic fingers, it’s a simple as that. They bring me up and down, always hotter and hotter, until I explode.

Saturday was no exception, as my pussy tingled as he played his loving finger tune on my hot wet sex. He worked his fingers perfectly, taking me higher, leveling me off and then bringing me to the ultimate explosion.. I lifted my head off his dick when I came, spouting out a litany of superlatives as first one and then two orgasms shook my body.

Telling the man he was wonderful was one thing, but actions speak louder than words. At least that’s the theory once I caught my breath. I kissed Mr. Little, then got back to business, dropping my head into his lap. His dick had petered a bit, but soon my mouth brought it back to full mast as I licked, nibbled and stroked his cock. I loved sucking him off, and often thought about how some of my friends didn’t like oral sex. Stephanie, for one, did it, but always complained about having to do it. I would laugh and kid her to forget about cooking, the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his dick. And no quicker way than orally.

Still, there is too much of a good thing, especially when the mouth muscles are involved. I mean, on Saturday I must have been going down on him for more than 30 minutes without the sense of a sticky volcano-like eruption. On several occasions I lifted off to catch my breath and rest my lips and cheeks, but quickly Mr. Little begged me for more.

My mouth ached, but I was up for the test. I remember smiling and taking my favorite fall with renewed interest when he told me how much he loved me and how great my mouth was and how lucky he was to have me and a bunch of other verbal bouquets. My mind wandered as I sucked him, thinking how good his fingers felt and how much I loved going down on his dick.

Lost in our coupling neither of us heard a thing from our surroundings until there was a loud TAP TAP TAP on the driver side window of the car. I nearly choked on my man’s cock as he was startled and pushed up while I was pushing down.

“Fuck!” was all I heard from above as I scurried to push back onto the passenger side, my skirt tucked up into my waistband. Watching intently was a man who turned out to be a smug railroad officer who told Mr. Little to open his window and then ordered both us to put our hands on the dashboard.

Mr. Little’s now shriveled dick had all but disappeared from view, but his pants were clearly open. I finally noticed the show I was giving the man, and asked if I could make myself presentable.

“It’s okay if she gets dressed, isn’t it Roy?” asked the officer, and for the first time I noticed another man to my right. The men watched intently as I reached down, pulled up my panties, and attempted to modestly smooth out my skirt.

Busted!

I could see Mr. Little shaking, and I wasn’t much better. I needed a drink! Or for this bad dream to go away.

The two men looked at us while Mr. Little stammered something about us just kissing and holding each other after a walk in the park. The unnamed officer, through, cut short my ex-boss’ explanation.

“We received a report from one of our engineers that a girl was, as he said it, orally coupling with a man in this parking lot. He said they were in plain site and anyone could stumble upon them. Now, you two haven’t seen anyone like that, have you?”

I remember stuttering something as I noticed the sly smile on “Roy” face to my right. Heck, there was no question who the engineer had seen, these two had caught us in the act. Who knows how long these two guys had been watching? I was terrified they’d haul us in to railroad jail or something, or, worse yet, have a little discussion with the current Mrs. Little. That would not be marriage enhancing.

The men lectured us about the dangers of playing in public before telling us stay put as they retreated to their official looking automobile. Glancing over, we could tell they were in a discussion or some sort, and Mr. Little feared our little relationship would soon be kaput or broadcast throughout the tri-state area. He had more to lose than me, but I can assure you I wasn’t immune from worry. What would my current employers think of me after my name made the papers. Heck, what would my co-workers think. I would be the laughing stock for many, and I’m sure the taunting would be embarrassing at the least.

Resigned to begging their forgiveness, we were surprised when only one of the officers returned to our car.

“Ok, I’ve been in your situation before,” said the official sounding man. “This is private property, and you two are trespassing. Use this as your final warning on that issue. If we ever find you two here again, without a train ticket, you are not going to like the consequences. Sir, it was your misfortune to have been observed by one of our holy roller engineers, who thinks you should be damned to hell or something. And you, Miss, while very, er, talented I must say, should be a little more aware of your surroundings before, getting into a fellating situation.”

The man paused, probably for effect, but he had our attention. “This is not the place for your shenanigans, understand? You might look for a little more secluded place, know what I mean?”

We both nodded our understanding and agreement. We promised never to visit this lot again unless we were heading to board a train. We thanked him for giving us a break.

Then came the bombshell.

“Okay, enough…but I know you weren’t finished the, er, task you were working on. And Roy and I, well, are having a little coffee break over there,” said the man, pointing to the car. “We wouldn’t mind keeping a lookout, for, say, 10 minutes or so while you two lovebirds finish your business. No chance of being interrupted that way.”

Mr. Little declined the offer, but the officer implied it wasn’t an option. “Like I said, we’re going to be over there watching over things. You have 10 minutes. It’s okay, honey, nobody’s gonna tell or anything,” said the man with a smile. Seems our two officers were kicking us out, but wanted a little bit of a show before we left.

I shrugged, reaching over to Mr. Little’s pants where I began stroking his soft underwear. The officer smiled at my initiative, turned, and walked back to his squad car.

“Do you believe these two, Mr. Little?”

“No, but I think we better do as he says!” replied my former boss.

I have to admit that getting Mr. Little back into the mood took quiet some coddling and expertise. The mood was gone, and while the will was there his dick wasn’t cooperating. I glanced at the squad car, and sure enough the twosome had coffee and donuts and were enjoying our tentativeness. The older one nodded as I smiled in their direction, and he sort of said, it’s okay, go ahead. Why not?

Pulling out Mr. Little’s shriveled dick, I once again climbed onto the passenger side seat and lowered my head. It wasn’t long before my ex-boss’ cock began to lengthen, and after my oral ministrations soon became hard. I blew him for a couple minutes before I realized he just wasn’t going to cum. We had been down that road a couple times before, where the older man enjoyed my actions but just couldn’t orgasm. The pressure of performing before an audience, even one which really couldn’t see down into the car where I was munching on dick, was too much for the man.

Sensing the problem, I reached down and began stroking the dick. Boys will be boys, you know, and soon, I felt his hand on top of mine, and soon after that the play-by-play began.

“You are such a dirty cocksucker, Robyn, geez, you are bad,” said Mr. Little, stroking his dick into my mouth. “You’re sucking my cock and there are two guys over there who can see it..What a whore you are, a cocksucking whore.God it’s good…Go baby go, make it explode…Eat my popsicle. Suck it like my wife won’t. Eat the meat, baby, suck my cock.”

I love it when he talks dirty, and I did my best to make him happy. My head bounced up and down on his love muscle as my mouth sucked his rod. I licked his dick, I sucked it, I held still as he stroked into my mouth. I could fell from his panting and quickening of his strokes that he was getting close, and soon I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the hot sperm shooting up his shaft and then into my waiting and willing mouth. It was a large load and overflowed onto my chin and neck, but I stayed on it like a trooper, continuing to please as his dick ultimately began to shrink.

Swallowing what I could, I thought that it might be fun to give the uniformed boys a thrill, so I rose and looked directly at the smiling twosome in the car just yards away. Smiling back, I reached up and rubbed the excess man sauce into my face, then sat back on the passenger side of the car. Fluffing back my hair, I reached into my purse and applied some bright red lipstick. Then I bent toward my ex-boss and planted a wet kiss.

I whispered about how I’d get him for not keeping the proper lookout, but said it with a huge smile. We had been busted, but we weren’t the worse for it. I told him to call me later on the cell and then quickly exited his vehicle and entered my own, no worse for the wear.

When Mr. Little called later that day we both agreed to be more careful. But we also laughed a bit and agreed how hot our little rendevous has been.

Somehow I didn’t think Stephanie would agree.

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Cum In Me

“Cum in me” Kim’s moan extended, “yes baby, cum in me.”

The little horny blonde, stretched her arse that little bit more. Allowing me greater access to her sweet hot fucking pussy. How I had longed to get my cock in her cunt. To spread her pussy lips, and push my entire length into her steamy little box.

Rose, ever loving and patient Rose, was slowly inserting a finger in my arse.

Kim let out another moan “My pussy is well fucked, and was made for fucking. I’d love to feel two cocks, oh ahh, yeah babe, get that cock right in there.”

Lifting her little pale Singlet, I was able to rub her tits, those nipples were so hard.

“Twist my nipples, harder.”

Michelle was sitting back now, letting Kim slowly finger fuck her.

Ronnie had disappeared into the back both with Alison and a few others, that all looked like fun.

My cock was rubbing on the material of Kim’s little undies, fuck I was really loving this root. Those undies, how had they survived? They were soaked in so many different juices.

My cum flowed, oooohhhhhhhh yeah, it really released good.

—-

Kim’s partner, Ronnie had arranged a party for her birthday. We all met in a large hotel in town. Throughout the drinks, several of the girls kept calling for the birthday girl to strip, that Kim should get down and dirty. The lads all wanted her up on the pool table, giving us a good show.

Eventually Ronnie lifted Kim’s dress enough times that we all knew what her knickers were like. Michelle had even gone so far as to pour a Sambuca over one of Kim’s tits and suck it off. That was so hot.

Dave liked that idea, he got young Alison into one of the booths, poured a beer down her blouse and then proceeded to follow it with his tongue. It was not long till her top was long gone, and her skirt was trying to disappear as well.

Somewhere around this time, the Landlord, old Tom, came through and made some changes to the party arrangements… Suddenly the people in the room who were not part of our group were being shuffled out to the other bars, and this snooker room was closed off as a private function… Oh they do spoil Kim and Michelle. They are such flirts and both love to groove.

Now young Bruce has never been known for his shyness, but then I would never have expected the following. Up onto the back bar he jumped, and to the egging on of the barmaid and several others he started stripping to “Little Red Corvette” by Prince. Fuck, Bruce really had a bloody big Corvette in his pants. I was shocked, and not even erect, and he covered my 6 ½ inches… Danielle, our spunky bar maid had a great view, she was standing in a little 4 by 5 bar in the corner, with the back of Bruce’s knees right in her face. Every time that Bruce would shimmy or bend, his arse was right in her face. Danny took great advantage of this. Reaching out and kissing his arse, pinching his legs, even grabbing his cock every now and then. We were all in hysterics over the antics of Bruce’s strip. As the song closed Bruce did a big show of it all, ending with a big bow, with his butt facing us. Then he jumped down into the bar well with Danny. They both smiled, the dropped out of sight. This was getting all very interesting.

With Bruce’s strip show over, we turned on Kim, yelling and hooting for her to mount the pool table and let the Birthday festivities roll on. She looked so hot, standing over there, half dancing but mainly grinding herself between Ronnie and Michelle. With there help Kim got up on the table. It was not long before her dress was up around her waste. The music raged, and Kim went wild. Slowly dropping the straps of her dress, letting her little singlet out to play. So light, so pale, so sheer, so fucking hot. Michelle and Ronnie both started to climb up on the table. The dress went flying, a tit appeared, a hand started to pull her knickers aside. That cute little butt! Then Ronnie started to slap Kim’s butt. Harder, and harder, and harder! Those cheeks were so red. She could not stand, slipping first to her knees, then face down on the table. Ronnie all but fell off the table all together. Luckily two of the guys, like a few of us, were right on the edge of the table watching it all so closely.

Michelle sat down, lifted her skirt, revealing her bare shaven pussy, stockings and thigh high boots. Kim was drawn to her pussy, like a bear to the honey pot. She started to pull and move Michelle’s pussy lips. Then she just buried her face straight in, licking, sucking and having a great ol’ time.

One of the blokes on the other side of the table positioned himself in between Kim’s thighs, and thrust his cock into her soaking pussy. Ronnie started to laugh and encouraging the bloke on. Ronnie then leant over and continued to smack Kim’s arse. Michelle just smiled and giggled at the whole show.

Now you must know that Michelle is known to have the sweetest of pussies, a real delight to munch on, and our Kim was really going to town. At this point I snapped out of a trance like stated, my pants were being invaded by hands from behind, looking around I came face to face with Rose. Oh sweet loveable Rose. Rose took hold of my hard cock, it was so good to have her small and delicate hands playing with me, oh bring it on Baby.

“Having fun watching the show?”

All I could do was growl from the depths of my lungs.

Rose may be less than half of my weight, but she could throw me when required. As much as I tried to back us away from the table, Rose held us in place.

“Watch, enjoy, your in the line.”

Line? Yet looking around I could see it all now. We were in a strange sexual conga.

Michelle was sitting there on the pool table. Kim with her face buried so happily in Michelle’s pussy. The bloke, I think his name is Tim, giving Michelle a full service with his hard cock. Next to Tim was Ol’ Tom, with his cock out and slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. Ann and Denise were next in the queue. Although the way they were kissing, I think they forgot where they were. Then there was Rosy and I, oh her hands felt so good, invigorating. My blood was running so hot and fast. Behind us were three others, but for the life of me, I have no idea what they were up so. To cap our little conga off was Ronnie, still leaning across the table and smacking Kim’s sweet arse.

Over the next hour we worked our little conga down. Oh the show that went on. Ol’ Tom sure is a horny old coot. He came so fucking hard, and then the girls had such fun licking and sucking it all out. I was so lucky that Rose had taken my cock in hand, left to my own devices I would have blown my load well and truly by now.

And that is how I finally got to blow my load so deep into Kim’s sweet pussy.

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