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My name is Ellen Jane, and this is the story of my life up to now. I got married right after high school to get away from my lecherous stepfather, if I had to lose my virginity, it would be to the man of my choosing.
I was a plain girl and attracted the plain guys in school. We went to dances, and the movies and I petted some but I would never give up my virginity I never got drunk enough or carried away enough to want to do that with any man.
Jimmy Joe was different from the start, he was sweet and gentle and he never pushed for more then I was willing to do and he told me all the time he loved me and wanted me to have his babies.
Two weeks after graduation I took a job as a waitress at the “Doxie” and ran away and married Jimmy Joe. Clyde his daddy bought us a trailer and put it on his farm and so I had a home, husband, and responsibilities. It didn’t take long before I figured out married life wasn’t all I had hoped it would be for me.
Jimmy took me to the closest motel after our wedding and the sex hurt like hell it was awful he came about two seconds after his cock was buried in my bruised pussy. Several months later I am here to say it hasn’t got a whole lot better just doesn’t hurt as much.
I don’t care much for sex. That’s the truth. I do it because you’re expected to as a wife.
Jimmy Joe works for his dad. He’s often gone from before dawn to way after dark seven days a week. He drives a semi and delivers machinery his dad had sold or repaired all over three states. Mostly what he does at our house when he’s home is eat, sleep, and fuck me when the urge happened to hit him.
No finesse that’s my Jimmy, He kisses me, tumbles me into bed, sticks one of his fat callused fingers up my pussy to see if I’m wet then wet or not, follows that up with his cock. Ten minutes of pushing, shoving, and sweating and he comes, usually with a rebel yell hits my ass, and tells me what a great fuck I am and goes to sleep.
I’m left crying in the bathroom as I use our shower massager to get any kind of relief at all.
As fate would have it if you fuck often enough, without precautions you’re bound to get caught. Since Jimmy Joe wanted babies we weren’t using birth control. Two months into our marriage, I turned up pregnant. It was about six weeks after I found out I was pregnant, that this story really starts.
That night he fucked me and went to sleep, after coming home late from a run. As usual he left me unsatisfied and hungering for something I just wasn’t sure what.
I got mad instead of having a good cry. I was itchy to do something, anything and so I called a girlfriend to pick me up. I couldn’t drink beer but I could dance and listen to the music and have all the diet coke I wanted. She came and we hightailed it to the “Doxie” a local watering hole where I worked most weekends.
The night was perfect, full moon, temperatures were only in the seventies later in the year they would be hot and wet with the Louisiana summer skeeters set to eat any one alive who came out after dark but now it was perfect.
As if it was meant to be we ran into the twins Carl and Randy Maxwell. They were old friends from high school.
We played a little pool had a couple of drinks and joked a lot about having an orgy. Somehow the guys seemed to sense that Tootsie and I were bound for trouble and they meant to be there for the ride.
God those boys were hunks packing huge cocks tucked tight into jeans that didn’t hide a thing and muscles. Working hard all day at the grain elevator made those muscles hard as stone and big as boulders. I get wet just thinking about old Randy in my pants.
Up to now I had never cheated because I wanted my baby to know its daddy. Too many of my girlfriends were never quite sure who had fathered their children. This night I got to thinking I was already pregnant no problem there, and as the thoughts of Randy’s hands on me, and his cock up my pussy kept percolating in my brain I got hornier and hornier.
I had never been with a man but Fred and he couldn’t be normal or not all my girlfriends would be raving about what great sex they were having with their men.
I wanted to see if all men were like him, or if there was something better out there. Finally I made a bet on the pool game we were playing. Loser had to suck the winner to orgasm.
Tootsie my girlfriend spit out her mouthful of beer and asked if I was sure. I nodded; she agreed to play as well. What were the guys going to do look like wimps? Never happen with a southern man besides they were winners either way.
I lost the first game. I was good at oral sex its how I stayed a virgin in high school. I took Randy and had him filling me with his seed in minutes. We played again. This time he lost and suggested we go out to the truck for privacy. I agreed and grabbed my sweater.
Fred had never touched me below my breasts it was all right to suck him off but eating me he thought was disgusting. I was quivering with need and with nerves and a deep desire to find out at last how it felt to have a man kiss, suck, and lick you to a climax.
He got me comfy on the seat and I thought it only right to tell him I was pregnant. He laughed, “Then I can fuck you later and I don’t even need a rubber”.
I smiled and pulled my jeans down and he bent his head. I kept my pussy shaved because I hated getting my hair caught in my jeans zipper and I hate panties, to confining. Randy groaned in appreciation and kissed me smack in the middle of my mound.
“Oh girl, I am going to make you scream.”
The first feeling of his hot wet mouth and his long tongue licking up my slit and poking into my wet pussy almost sent me over the edge.
Meanwhile as I moaned as softly as I could, Tootsie and Carl joined us. They climbed up into the truck bed and got comfy on the air mattress. I got the feeling Tootsie had been there before a time or two.
I could hear her moaning as Carl got busy and felt Randy laughing into my pussy. He added two fingers to the stew he was brewing and I found myself arching into his hands my body on fire begging him to do something, anything to end this pleasurable torment.
I heard his zipper go down and felt a hot hard wide thing push against the mouth of my pussy. It was twice as big as Fred’s I got up on my elbows and watched as he wet it and then gently, slowly pushed inside me. He stretched me to the point of almost pain and within a minute, he was way past where Fred’s cock usually traveled, and I was feeling sensations I didn’t know were possible.
I found myself swearing at him telling him to shove his huge man cock deep into my hole and fuck me senseless.
He laughed but took it gently as he remembered even if I didn’t at the time I was pregnant. I kept climbing and climbing almost incoherent with need and then he said “Now Ellen Jane, now come on my cock now as I fill you with my come.” He added his fingers to the mix pulling and twisting my clit and I came.
I screamed, and he only managed to cut off part of it by covering my mouth. Just as he did that and I quieted down I heard my girlfriend say, “Now Carl stuff it in my ass, and fuck me”.
“In her ass?” I thought. Then all rational thought was over as I went riding another wave of pleasure. Once we were recovered from our first encounters the guys thought we should take our party out of the parking lot since I was married and a screamer.
We followed them to a beautiful glade near the river with overhanging trees and lots of privacy that they assured us was the perfect place to continue our adventures.
We settled in on some blankets under the trees and opened up some brews for them and a coke for me.
Tootsie and I got a chance to talk on the way there and she offered to trade me partners if I wanted Carl to teach me how to ass fuck. She said he was the best in the county and I believed her from the satisfied expression on her face. I was getting quite an education this night.
Maybe I should have felt guilty and maybe guilt would come later, but for now, the sexual pleasure was overriding everything else. I wanted and needed to know.
I told Tootsie, if Randy wouldn’t get jealous I would like Carl to show me. I told Tootsie she had to remember that it would probably be the only chance I ever got.
She brought the subject up and Randy laughed and pulled her close to him. “Fucking you is always a treat and if we get to watch her first ass fuck how can you beat that?”
Carl just smiled and helped me lay down on my back and then gently pulled my jeans off and pushed my t-shirt up over my head.
“I always thought you were beautiful Ellen Jane but you really are gorgeous. ” He gently rubbed his hand over the small lump of my belly and said, “I love pregnant women, they are so passionate”.
With that he lowered his head and started to love me with his tongue when I had another climax almost as good as the one his brother had given me earlier he reached into his pocket and got out a tube.
“This is ointment. I am going to push a lot of it up your gorgeous ass and rub more on me. First I am going to use my fingers on you and when I think you’re ready this cock is going into your ass and we are going for a ride.”
I felt the shivers running down my spine as I nodded. He was almost as big as his brother was, and I couldn’t imagine how that was going to work. Soon he had two fingers in my ass as he ate me to another climax when I howled with my orgasm he stuck another finger deep inside me and I heard his brother say “Go for it Bro”
I felt something hot push gently against my ass and a faint pop. I felt fuller then I had ever felt with the urge to bear down. Just then he said, “Try to bear down like you were on the john it will open you up”.
I did and he slid in with the help of all the lube he had pushed in earlier. He felt hot, I felt full, and then he started to push his cock in inch by inch. I heard him swearing telling his brother how tight I was, how hot I was, how good I felt to his cock. I pushed back, and laughing he called me a natural as he gently paddled my round firm ass making me jerk and holler and cry out as the sensations coursed through my body.
Randy came over and started licking my clit as Tootsie used her mouth on Carl’s balls I could see her licking him and pushing his cock deeper inside me. I felt a ball of energy, hot liquid pleasure growing inside the pit of my stomach and it just kept getting bigger and bigger.
Carl started moving back and forth, out to his cock’s head and in to his balls and I started to moan louder and louder until finally I was consumed in the flames of such exquisite pleasure I couldn’t describe it then or later. Carl moved faster and as I screamed out loud he joined me flooding me with his come. It only made me want more and more and I clenched him tight not wanting him to pull out.
I could hear them laughing at me until I relaxed as I came back to my senses. Carl pulled out and using his handkerchief cleaned him and me up, then pulled me to him tight, and wrapped his arms around me.
“How do you feel now that it’s over?”
I smiled “Like I want to do it again.”
They all laughed but it was true and we did. I was almost due to deliver the last time we all went out. Randy and Carl both fucked my ass to the feeling of my baby kicking. It was different then those first climaxes but it was long and sweet and made me feel like I was melting into a puddle of contented woman. I knew that I could never go back to ten minute fucks and the feeling I was just a piece of furniture at my house.
They took me to the hospital when my water broke I delivered a beautiful boy.
They called Fred when it was over. He was out on a run and his daddy; the baby’s grandfather said he would see me in the morning.
The next day I moved in with Tootsie and her father the town’s best divorce lawyer who agreed to take my case.
I had no money but he was single and he told me we could work it out. Tootsie just laughed and said from what her mother had told her before she left him for a traveling salesman, I was in for a treat.
It took months but I got our trailer, which I moved into a park and I received child support, and money to go to collage so that I could finish my nursing degree. Fred he didn’t seem to mind. He hardly ever visits his son, and has a new girlfriend and seems to be happy, as he ever was when we were married.
I still see the boys a lot but Tootsie’s father and I spend a lot of time together. He is over fifty but keeps himself well and makes me happy.
I have fucked more in the last year then in my whole life and have learned pleasure is my right. I will never forget that.
I may be pregnant again and Tootsie’s daddy James says he always wanted a son and if that’s what I’m carrying and it’s his he will marry me. It would mean a great future for my son who he already treats like his own, and I guaranteed him the only time the boys and I fuck is when I want anal sex, so there is no doubt who the child’s father will be.
James laughed and said if that was the only reason, I was fucking the twins I could end that affair right now. He could solve my anal desires and I wouldn’t have to leave the comfort of my bed to be fucked anywhere.
I am looking forward to feeling his long, thin cock shoved deep inside me as his fingers bring me to that pleasure I have learned to love.
I do find myself laughing at the idea that Tootsie my best girlfriend from kindergarten could end up being my stepdaughter, and my new son would be her brother. What a strange world we live in but I am happier now then ever in my life and I wouldn’t change a thing.

“Atkins, can you spare one of those peach-colored roses for me today?”
I looked up at Mrs. Deershorn sticking her head out the window above me. The sweet old lady was about 65 and lived in the floor above me in this small apartment complex. I had moved in about 4 months earlier after a bad breakup with my longtime girlfriend. One of the reasons I took this room was the availability of a garden out my back patio. I had always loved gardening and in my mixed-up emotional state it was great solace.
Because of good rain and bright sunshine this season, I had enjoyed some luck with the roses I planted. Mrs. Deershorn had only a window box at her upstairs apartment and was thrilled to learn a gardener had moved in downstairs. Whenever I thought of it, I would drop off a few cut roses and we would talk about flowers and gardens and her grandchildren.
Despite the time I spent with her — usually only a half hour or so at a time — I really knew little about her. I knew she had two grandchildren who would visit occasionally. She used to be married, but hadn’t been for some time, divorce, death, I didn’t know. But she wasn’t married now. Her two-bedroom apartment was modestly furnished but everything was neat and clean. She did some sewing in the second bedroom, mostly clothes for her grandchildren. And then there were her flowers.
She had window boxes off three windows where she grew Impatiens, begonias, geraniums and pansies in season. But she couldn’t grow roses and she loved them. It really made her happy when I would bring her some of mine. They would get a prize spot on her dining room table and I would refresh it with another batch every week or so.
“Flower delivery man,” I said as she opened her door and I handed over a spray of three peach-colored roses and one white one.
“They’re lovely,” she said, which is pretty much what she always said even if the flowers had passed their prime. Sometimes when I picked the roses, I would think of women. That’s not too unusual when you realize I hadn’t had sex in more than four months and, frankly these days, pretty much stayed away from women all together except for Mrs. Deershorn. Too much hurt, I guess.
Lately, my flowers began to take on a new meaning. The rose buds reminded me of young girls just reaching their sexual peak. The just-opened buds were 20 or 21-year olds. The full flowers were the women in the 30s and 40, the peak of their sexuality. And the big, profuse flowers, fully open and highly scented, well, they reminded me of Mrs. Deershorn.
Mrs. Deershorn was something of a full-flowered woman herself. She was about 5-3 with a big chest and bigger hips but a surprisingly thin waist, given her bulk. From a clothing standpoint, well, she was no fashion plate. She wore simple shifts usually and occasionally wore a blouse and skirt if she was leaving the house to go shopping. She had thick legs and arms but always had about her a delicious scent. And that’s why I always thought of her as my full-blown rose.
I wouldn’t read too much into that. I mean, I didn’t see our relationship as anything sexual and, in fact, didn’t think of her as a sexual being at all. But in recent weeks, I had a sense it was time to come out of my self-imposed sexual bunker. After all, I was only 30 and keeping company with roses wasn’t my idea of a meaningful relationship.
“They’ll go right here,” Mrs. Deershorn said as she carefully cut the roses under water and put them in their regular spot on the dining room table. This is something she always said also. Next she would say, ‘how are things with you?’
“So how are things with you?” she asked. Bless her heart, Mrs. Deershorn may have been a sweet old lady but she was no conversationalist. Once we talked about how the hot weather had burned her begonias, the conversations drifted. Today, though, something seemed a little different.
For one thing, she was wearing a thin cotton robe instead of the heavier shift she normally wore around the house. Other times I visited her, I could tell she wore a heavy, sensible bra under her clothes to rein in those massive breasts. Today, however, she was wearing nothing under the robe and the effect on me was a little startling. There was a generous vista of cleavage visible and I found myself following the shape of those huge, pendulous breasts beneath the thin cotton fabric. She was saying something, but my mind was elsewhere.
“Let me just move it before it falls out of the vase,” she was saying and she leaned over me to catch one of the errant roses on the table behind me before it tumbled out of its container. In doing so, she brushed my cheek with her breast and I couldn’t help but look down the robe at the generous exposure of tit, topped by a wide aureole and nipple that, to my surprise, seemed hard as it brushed by me. I found myself momentarily aroused but then ashamed at being sexually titillated by this old lady’s body. I was even ready to get up to leave when something else struck me and set my heart racing.
It was the scent of, what was it, jasmine? Lavender? It emanated from Mrs. Deershorn like the sweet, intoxicating smell of a flower in sunshine. My heart was pounding and I made a quick decision to take advantage of the situation. I reached up with my two arms as though I was startled and afraid she would fall. What I was really doing was grabbing those full-blown, overripe breasts hanging above me like fruit ready for picking.
She seemed not to notice. “If they fall out of the water, they’ll die, especially after you’ve just cut them,” she said in a scolding manner. I think she was talking to the roses but I took it to mean me and I felt instantly guilty. Then aroused again. I was awash in different emotions as this chunky, elderly woman sat down on her couch.
“There’s plenty more where those came from,” I said a little uncomfortably and then went over to the couch and sat down beside her. She was talking about her African Violets but my thoughts were definitely moving in another direction. Why didn’t she react in some way when I squeezed those breasts (which were satisfyingly firm) or have some other reaction to what happened? Right or wrong, guilty or not, I was aroused.
“. . . The pretty purple one I bought at market likes the sun,” she was saying. I noticed her robe collar was half tucked in so I reached over, behind her head and slid my hand along her neck, brushing her slowly with my thumb as, with my fingers, I flipped the collar over. Still no reaction from Mrs. Deershorn. Emboldened and still intoxicated with her scent and the warmth of her body (which unleashed all kinds of long repressed emotions), I looked right into her eyes and slid my left hand inside the light robe and ran it along the length of her breast until I came to the hard nipple which I rotated between thumb and forefinger.
My cock was becoming rock hard through my jeans and there’s no way she could avoid noticing. Most people, anyway. Mrs. Deershorn, though, looked straight ahead at me as if I had just said “here’s a cup of coffee.’ There was no other reaction except for the hardness of her nipple.
Aroused or angry at her indifference, I don’t know which, I moved closer and let my hand drift down along her thick belly, soaking in the warmth and softness there. Then I kissed this old grandmother full on the lips while my free hand explored her upper body, her tits, belly, neck and shoulders. She neither drew away nor participated at first. I probed her sweet, elderly mouth with my tongue and flicked at hers until, at last, it responded. Her eyes closed and she let the back of her hand touch my hardened prick, then grabbed at it tentatively through the denim jeans, then harder and then . . . she stood up.
I was angry and disgusted with myself. I had gone too far and too fast. My cock turned flacid in a moment. Mrs. Deershorn walked over to the sink, overlooking the window where she could view my rose garden. I felt awful about my thoughts for this sweet, kind-hearted old lady. But I was still tingling with the memory of her soft body. Now her back was to me as she stared out the window, silent. Was she crying?
“I don’t know how you’ve been able to keep your roses blooming all summer,” said Mrs. Deershorn. “You have a gift.”
Oddly, those few words instantly aroused me once again. My cock was at ready attention. I moved over by her, eager to press my advantage.
In the course of our groping on the sofa and her quick departure, Mrs. Deershorn’s robe had come undone. As she stood with her back to me, looking out the window, I could see that she wore bikini panties which were clinging to her waist beneath her wide belly. And they covered an ass that was so generous and round that it demanded further exploration.
“The Kellys’ roses have all died,” she was saying but I was gently reaching up and pulling the panties down, over her knees, until they rested on her slippers. She had halted her talking for a moment as I let my hands linger at the thick thighs. Accommodatingly, she stepped out of one leg. The panties lay in an expectant pile at our feet.
While I held her robe out of the way with one arm, I took in the ass of the elderly grandmother and my heart started racing once again. It was snow white, of course, but so round and so . . . massive. I swept the bottom half of her robe away from her waist laying it over the sink and fell on my knees as I worshiped at the temple of her soft and luscious ass. First, I gently kissed it, then rubbed my bare cheek against hers, then my hands, like a blind man, taking in the extent of it all, rubbed her ass and down to her thighs and the back of her knees.
For once, Mrs. Deershorn stopped blathering about violets and roses. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I detected a quickening breath. I had to have her. I had to have that wonderful, bare ass.
Quickly, I pulled off my pants. I took my hardened member and rubbed it along that sweet old ass of Mrs. Deershorn, letting my balls linger in her crack. With my right hand I reached around and grabbed her great breast and kneaded it gently. With my left, I reached around and inserted a finger in her pussy which was wet and ready. Then I inserted two fingers, than three. No more talking from Mrs. Deershorn but a slight moan, hardly anything at all. All I knew is I wanted that ass and I would have it.
Carefully, I wiped my generous supply of pre cum along Mrs. Deershorn’s ass crack then worked my cock in slowly. I felt resistance and then she opened to me and I easily worked my way through her large and wonderful ass hole. At last, from her, a sound. “Oh,” she said, not in resisting or approving, just in surprise. I didn’t care any more. I would have my way with her. I knew she wanted it now.
I now took my hands from her tits and pussy and grabbed onto her surprisingly thin waist as I drove my prick into her ass, slowly at first. It felt wonderful beyond all expectation. Gently I rocked back and forth, pressing her against the sink, plunging the full length of my hearty member into her elderly rectum. For a moment, her legs buckled and she gasped but I stayed with her and she returned to her former position, bent over the sink.
So caught up was I in my own pleasures, I at first hadn’t noticed how Mrs. Deershorn was playing with her pussy with a free hand, supporting herself at the sink with the other. “Uh, uh, uh,” she said over and over in the same innocent voice she used to welcome me with my cut roses. I was excited beyond all measure, much more than with any younger woman I had enjoyed. There was something about the fat, white ass of this sweet grandmother jiggling as I plunged my cock into it repeatedly that was incredibly thrilling. I pulled at her waist and she willingly gave herself to me. I would take a free hand and feel her soft and hefty belly, her tits, her ass, her throat, her shoulders. I jammed a finger into her mouth and she sucked on it like a baby, breathing harder . . .
My cock, still rock hard, popped out in all the commotion. She was calming down and I felt this would be the end of it but good old Mrs. Deershorn, grandmother and ass fucker extra ordinaire, reached down, hunting, almost frantic, until she found my cock and forced it into her now enthusiastic ass hole. And finally . . .
“Oh Atkins . . . do it hard, do it hard, do it hard,” again and again like a steam engine and I pistoned into her ass again and again, rubbing her ass, feeling her tits, kissing her back until finally, almost gratefully, I shot my load into her ancient, accommodating rectum and she shook so noticeably that I thought for a moment she was convulsing, then the moans came in slight, delicate Mrs. Deershorn-like waves as she fell against me and my still hard, but less rigid penis flopped out and swayed against the great white ass I had just fucked.
When I backed away, breathing hard still and sweating with satisfied desire, the little cotton robe fell across her, covering her ass, her legs. She walked out of the room without so much as a word and went into the bathroom. When she returned, she looked at me not in a shy way but in a way quite unlike anything I’d seen from her before. She stared down at her bikini panties, still sitting in a little bunch on the floor, and then at me. I still wore my shirt but my pants were on the floor as well and my cock, when I saw the odd look on her face, came back to obedient attention. Her eyes were fixed on it and she seemed rooted to the spot. I walked over to Mrs. Deershorn, still in her cotton robe, whose eyes were fixed unashamedly on my hard prick.
I undid the tie holding her robe together and pressed my body against hers, my cock almost impaling against her white, chubby belly. I kissed her hard and ran my hands all over her white body, her chubby thighs and the great drooping tits. She was unresisting. Finally, I grabbed her white hair gently and forced my tongue into her mouth which she finally sucked greedily. I reached down and slid three fingers in her cunt which was wet and warm.
“Mrs. Deershorn,” I looked her right in the eyes and she returned my glance, half shutting her eyes from time to time as I plunged my fingers in and out of her. “Did you enjoy getting fucked in the ass?” At this I gave a gentle squeeze to her ass and worked a finger into her ass hole.
She said nothing. “Mrs. Deershorn, tell me you would like to get fucked in the ass again sometime.” Her breathing increased. “Mrs. Deershorn?” I asked.
She looked at me with the closest thing to passion I had ever seen in her. Finally she nodded. I smiled and worked my arms around the great white ass I had fucked before. I slid around behind her and kissed it, licked, stroked it and let my member smear it. The flower smell of her was still intoxicating as I moved again to face her. I sucked at her massive, soft tits while she stroked my hair and held my face to the grand motherly breast.
“Say it Mrs. Deershorn.”
“I liked that very much Atkins. I would like to do it again sometime.”
“Do what, Mrs. Deershorn.”
She took a little breath like she was dealing with a spoiled, disobedient child. She said the words quietly, but sincerely. “I would like for you to fuck me in the ass again, Atkins. I would like it very much.” And for the first time, the full blown flower smiled and grabbed my rock hard cock, then turned around and flung her robe to the floor, bent over the sink and looked back at me..
“And I would like you very much to fuck me in the ass again right now, Atkins.”
And the lovely sweet flower Mrs. Deershorn spread her great white cheeks and I approached again.
After all, I didn’t want her to beg.

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Kirsten and Lauren are two professional indoor swimmers. And they have both won a couple of competitions.
They are members in a small swimming club with low financial resources, which makes them turn down a lot of competitions, that they could have used to gain more experience.
They are now training for the Olympic tryouts in a couple of weeks. But they and their club are still in need of money.
The head of the swimming club David Nolan, who is also their coach has been out trying to get sponsors. But so far he hasn’t been able to get anyone to sponsor the girls or the club.
But yesterday the coach got a phone call from a Mr. Lord, who was just starting the construction of a night club in town.
He told the coach that he might sponsor the swimming club and the girls, and that he was sending a man over tomorrow to inspect the facilities.
And today as coach Nolan got in to his office, there stood a tall black man waiting for him.
“Can I help you with something?” Asked the coach.
“Are you the head of this club, a David Nolan?” Asked the black man.
“Yes, who are you.” Asked the coach.
“I’m Milo, my employer is interested in sponsoring the club.” Milo told the coach.
“Oh yes, please come into my office.” The coach invited Milo into his office.
They walked inside and sat down at the coaches table.
“I’ve heard that your two prospects are in training for the Olympic tryouts.” Milo said.
“Yes they are, we have high hopes for Kirsten and Lauren.” The coach told Milo.
“Can I ask how much your employer would sponsor us with?” The coach then asked.
“I have the check right here.” Milo then showed the check to Nolan.
Coach Nolan read the number on the check.
“Wow, $100.000. That sure is a nice round figure.” The coach said.
“Yes, but I still need to check out your facilities, before I can consider handing the check over to you.” Milo told the Coach.
“Yes of course, I can give you a tour right now if you would like.” The coach told Milo.
“Okay.” Milo said.
They then walked out of the office, and then coach Nolan started to show Milo around.
“Well, maybe you would like to see our pool area.” The coach then said.
“Yes.” Milo said.
The coach then showed Milo up to the pools. The pool area contained one large pool for competitions and training, a smaller one and then a small round heated pool.
The heated pool was there to warm up the swimmers after they had swum.
“Well, the place looks to be in order.” Milo then told coach Nolan.
“Yes, we haven’t had any problems with this area.” The coach told Milo.
“That’s good.” Said Milo.
“And the two girls.” Milo then said.
“Kirsten and Lauren, they have just finished one of their training passes. They should be out in a little while.” The coach told Milo.
Milo and coach Nolan then discussed the girls whilst they waited for them to come out.
Milo then made some suggestions regarding the girls, that coach Nolan thought were a bit odd, but he agreed to them because they needed the sponsorship.
A few moments later, the girls came out from their locker room.
“Ah girls.” Nolan said as the girls came over to them.
“Hello coach.” The girls said, as they then looked over at the tall black man standing next to the coach.
“Kirsten, Lauren, this is Milo.”
“Milo, this is Kirsten and Lauren.” The coach introduced them.
The two girls are about the same age, Kirsten is 21 and Lauren is 23. They are both rather tall and petite. And they both have smooth and slim bodies.
Kirsten is blonde and is about 5 foot 5 inches tall. She has a bit bigger boobs than Lauren. She is a size C. And her butt is also a little bigger than Laurens.
Lauren is a light brunette, and is about 5 foot 4 inches tall. Lauren is even more petite than Kirsten. She has small size B breasts. And her butt is a bit smaller than Kirstens as well.
“I’ve heard a lot of good things about you two.” Milo told them.
The girls smiled and wondered who this man was.
“Girls, Milo here is going to give us and the club a sponsorship, I hope.” The coach said as he then looked over at Milo.
“Yes, I think I have seen enough.” Said Milo.
“Here you go.” Milo then took out the check and handed it to Nolan.
“Thank you.” Nolan then said.
He then showed the check to the girls.
“Wow, thanks.” The girls said smiling.
“I promise that we won’t let you down.” Kirsten then said.
Milo then gave coach Nolan a look.
“Ah yes. Girls, I won’t be here the coming week. I have to go and make the arrangements for the Olympic tryouts. Do you think you will be able to handle the training yourselves.” The couch then asked the girls.
“I think we could manage that.” Lauren told the coach.
“And Milo will be here watching your training.” The coach told the girls.
“Yes, I have to make sure that nothing happens to our investment.” Milo told them.
“No problem.” Said Kirsten.
The following couple of days Milo spent watching the training, and getting to know the girls.
He learnt that both the girls are very competitive, and that they really wanted to win.
Then as Monday came, the coach went away.
A day later, Milo came by as the girls were in the pool swimming.
He sat down in the bleachers and watched the girls.
“Hi Milo, Hello Milo.” The girls said hello as they saw Milo.
“Hello.” Milo said.
The girls had started to like Milo. They even thought that he was cool. He always had something nice to say to them.
“Hey girls, it’s a bit cold in here, do you mind if I jumped into the heated pool for a moment.” Milo asked the girls.
“No we don’t mind, do we Kirsten?” Said Lauren.
“No go ahead.” Kirsten told Milo.
“Thanks.” Milo told them.
Milo then walked over to the heated pool, and then started to undress. The girls couldn’t help but to take a few peeks at Milo, as he was taking off his clothes.
The girls looked at each and smiled a little as he got down to his underwear.
Milo didn’t have any swimming trunks with him, so he got into the pool wearing his underwear.
A few minutes later, the girls had finished their training for the day. As usual after each of their passes, Kirsten and Lauren went over to the heated pool.
“Do you mind?” Asked the girls.
“Of course not, it’s your pool.” Said Milo.
Milo then watched as the two girls wearing their one piece swimming outfit, got into the pool.
“Hot, isn’t it?” Milo said smiling.
“It sure is.” Lauren said smiling back.
“You know girls, I wanted to ask you something.” Milo said.
“What’s that?” Kirsten asked.
“I would like to take you out to dinner this evening.” Milo then told them.
The girls looked at each other.
“I’ve seen how hard you both train, and I think you deserve a nice dinner at a fine restaurant.” Milo then told them.
“Well, okay.” Kirsten then said with a little smile on her face.
“Yeah sure.” Lauren said.
“Good.” Milo said.
“Oh, where should I pick you up?” Milo then asked.
“You can pick us both up at our apartment. We are roommates you know.” Lauren told Milo.
“Okay great, I’ll pick you up at eight O’clock this evening.” Milo then said.
“Okay.” The girls said smiling.
“Well, I should be going.” Milo then told the girls.
Then as he stood up, his underwear were all wet. Lauren could see the outlining of a huge thing inside of his underwear.
Lauren then nodded to Kirsten. Kirsten looked over and then she also saw the bulge in his underwear.
Both girls had a “Wow” expression on their faces.
Then Milo looked over at them as he had dried himself of with a towel, and was getting dressed.
The girls blushed and giggled a bit.
Milo gave them a smile and then he left.
A few moments later as the girls were standing in the shower.
“Did you see that thing?” Lauren asked Kirsten.
“Oh yeah.” Kirsten said.
“It wasn’t small was it?” Lauren said as they giggled.
“I wouldn’t mind having that thing.” Kirsten then said.
“Oh you nasty girl.” Lauren said as she gave Kirsten a light push in the shower.
They both laughed a bit.
A moment later they got dressed and went home to their apartment.
“Well, what should I wear?” Said Kirsten.
“Well, I’m going to wear this one.” Lauren told her.
Lauren held up a long dress, that would show some cleavage.
“Oh that one is nice.” Kirsten said.
“And it’s going to look even better along with my push-up bra.” Lauren told her.
Lauren then started to get dressed.
Kirsten had now also found what she would be wearing.
She was going to wear a long skirt that clung to her butt, along with a nice and sexy blouse.
Then an hour later as they just had gotten ready, the door bell rang.
Lauren went to open it.
“Wow, you look great Lauren.” It was Milo.
“Thanks.” Lauren said.
Then Kirsten came out.
“Hi Milo.” She said.
“You look great as well.” Milo told her.
“Well, you told us that you were taking us to somewhere nice, so we thought that we would better get dressed.” Kirsten told him.
“You sure did, and I sure am.” Said Milo.
“Well ladies, should we go.” Milo then said.
“Okay.” Kirsten and Lauren said.
Then as they got outside, Lauren and Kirsten saw this big stretch limo standing out in the street.
“Here we are.” Said Milo as the driver of the limo opened the door.
“Wow, I’ve never ridden in a limo before.” Said Kirsten.
“Neither have I.” Lauren said as the girls then got inside.
After Milo had gotten inside, the driver shut the door.
“This is awesome.” Said Lauren as the car started going.
Milo poured the girls some champagne.
Then about twenty minutes later, the limo pulled over. A moment later the driver came and opened the door.
“Well here we are.” Said Milo as they all got out of the car.
“Oh wow, this is the most expensive restaurant in the city.” Lauren said.
“I’ve read that movie stars eat here.” Kirsten said.
“Only the best for you two.” Said Milo.
Then as they went inside the restaurant, a waiter came and showed them to a table.
They then sat down and talked for a few moments.
Then the waiter came back.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter asked.
“I think so. Ladies, choose whatever you want.” Milo told the girls.
Lauren and Kirsten looked over the menu.
“We’ll have the veil and the lobster.” Lauren told the waiter.
“Good choice, and you sir.” Said the waiter.
“How’s today’s steak.” Milo asked.
“It’s excellent sir.” Said the waiter.
“Okay, I’ll have that one.” Milo told the waiter.
“I’ll be right back.” The waiter then said.
Whilst they waited for their meal, they talked and laughed some more.
“I’ve never eaten in a place like this before, it’s all so beautiful.” Kirsten said.
“I know what you mean.” Lauren said smiling.
“You two deserve it, training as hard as you do.” Milo told them.
Then a minute later, the waiter came back with their dinner.
And half an hour later, they ordered some desserts. They sat there talking for hours.
“Well ladies, we should be going.” Milo then said.
“Oh already.” Lauren said.
“Well the restaurant is closing in a few minutes.” Milo told the girls.
The waiter then came over with the bill, and Milo paid him. Then as they walked outside, the limo was waiting for them.
They got inside and the limo drove off.
“Oh thank you Milo, I had a great time.” Lauren told him.
“Me too.” Kirsten told Milo.
“It was my pleasure.” Said Milo.
Then as the limo pulled over next to their apartment building, the girls whispered something to each other.
“Milo.” Kirsten then said.
“Yes.” Milo said.
“We were wondering, if you would like to come up for a moment.” Kirsten then asked Milo.
“Are you sure.” Asked Milo.
“Yes we are.” Lauren then said as the girls looked at Milo smiling.
“Okay.” Milo told them.
They then got out of the limo and walked up to the girls apartment.
“Come in.” Said Lauren as she opened the door.
They all then got inside.
“Can I take you jacket.” Asked Lauren.
“Sure.” Milo said as he removed his jacket.
Kirsten then went over and sat down on the couch.
“Have a seat.” Kirsten said as she padded her hand on the seat next to her.
Milo then went over and sat down next to her.
“I’m going to have a drink. Do you want something Milo?” Asked Lauren.
“Yes, I would like to have something.” Said Milo with a smile on his face.
“I think I know what you would like to have.” Kirsten then said as she laid her hand on Milos’s thigh, and then leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Milo then began to kiss her back. Lauren stood there looking, as Kirsten and Milo were kissing on the couch.
They were now really sucking on each others tongues.
Lauren began to slowly touch herself as she watched. Then she undid her dress and slowly let it fall to the floor.
“Can I join in?” Lauren then asked.
Milo looked up at Lauren, and saw her standing in front of them in her bra and panties.
“Wow, come over here you beautiful woman.” Milo then told her.
Lauren then slowly walked over to the couch as she looked at Milo.
Milo then got his hand around Laurens hip, as he motioned her down onto the couch.
Then they both leaned over and started kissing.
Kirsten now stood up and began to remove her clothes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she watched Lauren and Milo. As she removed her blouse, she revealed her C-cup breasts inside of her white bra.
By now Milo had reached over and had cupped Laurens small tits.
“Mmm.” Lauren moaned softly as they continued to kiss.
Milo then reached around her back and unhooked Laurens bra. As Lauren then took it off, Milo leaned down and sucked on her perky nipples.
“Ohh.” Lauren moaned.
Kirsten had now stepped out of her skirt, and was standing in her bra and thong panties.
Kirsten then laid her hand on Milos shoulder to get his attention. Milo looked over and saw Kirsten.
“My my my.” Milo said as he reached over and laid his hand on her firm butt.
Milo then started to kiss Kirstens belly and then moved higher and higher. He had soon moved up to her breasts, her neck and now he was kissing her mouth.
Kirsten then reached around her back and undid her bra. Then as she let her bra fall onto the floor, Milo reached up and started to squeeze her big boobs.
“Mmm.” Kirsten moaned.
Lauren who was behind Milo, reached around him and started to unbutton his shirt.
As she then took his shirt off of him, Milo reached back with his hand and found his way into Laurens panties.
He started to finger her pussy as he sucked on Kirstens boobs.
“Ohh yess.” Lauren moaned to Milos touch.
A moment later, Milo stood up. He began to unbuckle his pants. And soon they fell to the floor and he stepped out off them.
Milo looked into Kirsten’s eyes as she got down on her knees in front of him. Lauren who was still behind Milo, reached around him with her arms and pressed herself against his back. Milo then turned his head around, and they tongue kissed.
Kirsten who now were on her knees in front of Milo, reached up and started to pull down his underwear.
As she pulled his underwear down, a huge black cock popped out right in her face.
“Oh my god.” Kirsten said as her eyes flew open.
Lauren also looked down and saw his big thing.
“Oh wow.” Lauren couldn’t believe his size.
Milo got a grin on his face.
Kirsten then reached up and grabbed Milos cock with her hand. She couldn’t even get her fingers around it.
Kirsten smiled up at Milo as she started to stroke his cock.
“I’ve never done this with a black man before.” Kirsten then told Milo.
“Then you don’t know what you’ve been missing.” Milo said with a grin on his face.
“I can see what I’ve been missing.” Said Kirsten with a smile on her face.
Kirsten then leaned forward and slowly put her lips around his big cockhead. She then slowly started to suck on it.
“Yeahh.” Milo grunted.
Lauren who was behind Milo, started to kiss his back all the way down to his butt.
“What a rock hard butt.” Lauren then said.
“Kiss it.” Milo told her.
Lauren then started to kiss his butt, and then a few seconds later, she spread his ass cheeks apart and began to lick his butt hole.
“Yeah you nasty girl, lick it.” Milo grunted.
Milo was now getting his cock sucked and his butt licked at the same time.
A few moments past.
“Now I need some pussy.” Milo told them.
Kirsten stood up and Milo kissed her a few times. Then he leaned down and pulled Kirstens thong down, exposing her shaved pussy.
Kirsten then leaned back on the couch and spread her legs.
“Hmm, you want this don’t you?” Milo said to Kirsten as he held his cock.
“Oh yes, please give it to me.” Kirsten moaned.
Milo then guided his organ up to her wet pussy. He teased her with it for a few seconds, and then he pushed it inside of her.
“Ahhh godddd.” Kirsten screamed out.
Lauren sat down next to Kirsten and began to touch herself, as she watched Milo with Kirsten.
Milo then began to move his cock in and out of her.
“Oh yes, ohh yess.” Kirsten moaned to his thrusts.
“Damn you’re tight.” Milo grunted as he then picked up his pace.
He was soon pounding her hard, as Kirstens big tits flopped up and down.
“Ahhhhhh.” Kirsten then screamed out as she had an orgasm.
Lauren then reached over and laid her hand on Milo.
“Take me Milo.” She pleaded.
Milo got a big grin on his face, as he grabbed his cock and pulled it out from Kirsten. He then moved over to Lauren, who had spread her legs and was ready for him.
“Shove it in.” Lauren moaned.
Milo then placed his cock up against Laurens pussy, and then he just shoved in his entire length.
“Oh Milooooo.” Lauren screamed out as she felt his fat cock penetrate her.
Milo soon started to pound her hot pussy.
“Oh yes Milo, fuck me.” Lauren moaned.
Milo began to move faster and faster as he pounded her.
“Yes, take her hard.” Kirsten then told Milo as she reached over and gave Lauren a kiss.
Milo slammed his cock in and out of Lauren.
“Oh goddddddd.” Lauren screamed out as she felt an incredible orgasm shower over her.
Then a few moments later, Milo started to grunt heavier and heavier.
And then he pulled out from Lauren.
“Kiss each other.” He then told the girls as he pulled his cock.
Lauren and Kirsten began to kiss each other.
Then a second later, they felt something warm hit their faces.
“Yeahh.” Milo had started cumming.
“Take it.” Milo grunted as he shot his load onto their faces.
He spurted load after load of hot sperm into their kissing mouths. Kirsten and Lauren just licked it up as they kissed.
Then Milo began to slow down as he stopped cumming.
“Mmm, that was delicious Milo.” Lauren said as she licked some cum from Kirstens face.
“Oh Milo, I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Kirsten told Milo.
“You girls were rather nice yourselves.” Milo told them.
And that night they all fucked each other twice more.
The next morning as they all woke up in each others arms.
“Mmm, you were awesome last night Milo.” Kirsten told him.
“You sure were, I’ve never cum so hard in my entire life.” Lauren told Milo.
They then gave each other some small kisses.
“What time is it?” Milo then asked.
“Oh god, it’s already twelve O’clock.” Kirsten told them.
“We should have started our training hours ago.” Lauren then said.
The girls then rushed up, took a shower and got dressed.
“We’re sorry Milo, but we have to go.” Lauren told Milo.
“But please come and see us today down at the swimming club.” Kirsten told Milo.
“Bye, Bye.” The girls and Milo said as the girls then rushed out from their apartment.
Milo laid in bed a few more minutes, before he went up and took a shower.

Was it a fantasy or was it becoming reality? Was it all in my dramatically vivid imagination or had these events actually happened? Did I dream them or act them out? Was it all simply emotional or had my physical being been involved as well?
I was getting to the stage where I wasn’t all that sure. I knew that the psychological and emotional nightmare I’d gone through just before and for some time after the final parting from my husband had done things to me. Unbalanced me a little, unsettled me and had played tricks with my feelings and thoughts. The absence of his mental stimulation, albeit in the later times of a quite negative way, the loneliness I suffered during, particularly, the first few months after the break-up and the brain wrenching thinking I’d gone through as I set out on planning a whole new life had made me very introspective. I had gone to bed many nights my head so full of worries, guilt, hopes and plans that I’d laid awake for hours my mind in a whirl. And the loss of the sex, that even up until quite near the end had certainly been frequent and, in an oddly perverse way, still exciting and stimulating, did other things to me. Despite my full resolve to finish with him there was hardly a evening and certainly never a full day when I didn’t think of him inside me, him kissing my breasts or placing his face between my legs or me feeling his erection against all parts of my body and in my mouth. That I was enormously frustrated I had no doubt although it was not a state of which I had much experience. My entire body almost continuously ached and pulsated for the touch of a man on it and my complete being and brain screamed out for the relief he would bring by giving me a total orgasm.
All these mental and physical sensations were now combining and closing in on me. In my depressed and confused state they seemed to merge fantasy into reality to a point that I was at times not sure where one ended and the other began.
Had I really spent time driving around the East End looking for likely places? Was I imagining that hidden in a suitcase securely locked so that Sarah wouldn’t find them, was the red plastic, simulated leather skirt, the black fishnet holdup stockingd and the frilly blouse that was partially see through? Was I kidding myself when I sat in my room after S had gone to bed, perhaps finishing a bottle of wine, planning it down to every detail? Living every moment, imagining what it would be like, how I’d feel doing it and after? Thinking what would he be like, how he’d react and how he’d treat me?
I’d given myself a timetable. I’m like that sometimes. When I have a big decision to make I often say to myself, “give it two or three weeks and if the idea hasn’t gone away then decide a date and then do it.” So I did that. If I still had the fantasy in mind after so much time then I would do it on such and such a date.
And I did still have it in my mind. If anything it was firmer and as that period of thinking ended so the excitement mounted and the idea took on a clearer view and my resolve became stronger. So the actual date was set for 7 days away, a Thursday night, chosen specifically for it was the City’s night out and I knew the pubs would be full with what I needed to be there.
Had I really arranged for S to spend the night at a friend’s house to give me the freedom and peace of mind to act my fantasy out? Was I actually standing in my bedroom naked taking the suitcase from the top shelf of the wardrobe? Was it in my mind that I was taking out the clothes and laying them on the bed or was the feel of the cheap plastic skirt real and strangely exciting me? Standing looking at myself in the mirror clad just in the black, fishnet holdups I could hardly make out whether they were real or whether the blatantly erotic image was me. And when I slipped the tight, short skirt on and again looked in the mirror did I know whether that was really a reflection of me, bare breasted with the vividly tarty, plastic pelmet and black net, or was that image a figment of my sexually tormented imagination.? Had I really, completely purposefully avoided pulling on any panties or bra as I did the loose buttons up on the thin black lacy bra? Was that also a reflection or was something playing tricks with my mind I wondered as I looked and worked out that others gazes would think, but wouldn’t be sure, that the full breasts that moved around and the hint of darkness under the lacy material suggested that I wasn’t wearing a bra? Still not sure whether the mirror was sending back faithful reflections or whether it was all in my mind I saw the woman sitting, crossing her legs, slowly, and I watched mesmerised as the skirt slid up her legs until beneath its hem could be made out the darker strip of her stocking tops telling whoever might be looking at that she was indeed wearing fishnet stockings.
In a daze, a dream, a flight of fantasy or maybe in vague reality it went on. Was that really the rather prudish, 30 something year old single mother, the golf and tennis club member and a bastion of middle class Docklands that beamed back from the beguiling glass of the full-length mirror looking, at best, an easy, good time girl or, with just a tad more imagination, a rather cheap whore about to go on parade? And that thrilled me, it played to my needs and desires, my imagination and the fantasy that had been gathering strength in my mind ever since I parted from Kevin and had my supply of sex curtailed.
It could well have been part of the fantasy or a particularly vivid dream that saw me wrap a long, black leather coat around me and call a cab. It could have all been in my mind as I climbed out just ten minutes later outside a drinking club in Bethnal Green. Yes I felt nervous. Yes I was concerned and worried about how it would go. Not worried for my safety for I was ok on that and accepted that some pain might be needed to fulfil my fantasy but more just what it would be like, how I’d feel and what it would do to my feelings and emotions.
As I walked slowly across the room to take a seat at the bar so my feelings began to explode. I saw lots of eyes following me as I undid the coat and let it drape down my back as I perched myself on the high stool. I saw mens’ eyes riveted on me as I lifted myself and locked one heel of the, almost, stiletto high heels in the rung between the legs of the stool. In a surprisingly calm voice I heard me ordering a dry white wine from the young waitress behind the bar. I was beginning to experience some of the feelings I’d imagined so often as I sat there knowing I was being ogled and possibly also spoken about amongst the, largely, male clientele. It wasn’t long before I was offered a drink that I declined or before a man asked if I was wait6ing for someone. I said I was and turned away.
It was getting toward 10.30 the time I knew from my fantasy research when many of the customers would move onto the clubs nearby and sure enough it started thinning out. I casually looked around and saw several couples, male and female, a few groups of men and several guys by themselves. In my fantasy or this new realit6y I looked each of the singles up and down when they were looking at the TV so they wouldn’t notice. One was in his forties At least and was immediately rejected along with another younger guy with ginger hair who was no more than 5 feet6 or so. I wondered if the fantasy was about to unravel when looking around slightly panicking I only saw two others and neither of them in any met the image I’d dreamed up during the long time I’d been thinking about it. And then I saw him. Coming out of the men’ room he was over six feet tall, nicely built with a shock of blondish hair. Fairly good looking, lthough that was of no real concern to me,I saw as he came closer walking past me that he could not have been more than 21 or so. Perfect I thought turning a little on the4 stall to follow where he went.
It was time. All the thought, the planning and the fantasising were about to come together. I tried to recall exactly how I’d imagined doing this as I’d laid in my b ed so many times masturbating about it. I tried to shake me head to see whether I might wake up and find that it had been a particularly vivid erotic dream. I tried to see if really I was in my home and that my imagination had gone into overdrive and all this was the fantasy and not the reality. But as I turned on the stall so that I could look directly at him it didn’t seem unreal for I could feel the unlined cheap plastic skirt on my bare bottom, slightly sticking to me. And as I saw him look straight at me the sudden pounding of my heart felt far from anything other than real. I caught his eye and I quickly looked away, taking a swig of my wine. Holding the glass to my lips I looked back and he was still looking at me. I held his gaze a moment and this time he looked away. I lit a cigarette averting my gaze from him as I did. But then with that in one hand and the drink in the other again held near to my lips I raised my eyes and caught his stare. I held his gaze looking deep into his eyes my pulse racing. I slipped my tongue out almost unconsciously and licked the rim of the glass, suggestively I thought.
Was I really doing this? Was this actually happening, at long, long last, I speculated or had my sex torn body corrupted my emotionally damaged mind so much that I could imagine this?
Still staring, now unashamedly at him, holding his look I slowly, so slowly crossed me legs. The feeling of the cheap, plastic, simulated leather skirt sliding up the net of the stockings seemed so real and surely I didn’t imagine the feeling of air on the skin slightly above the tops of the stockings. He was the only one left sitting in that area and I was shielded from the few other customers by the bar and sitting there my skirt now so far up my leg that I was sure he would be able to see the stocking tops. I looked into his eyes again and I saw him standing. He smiled at me and mouthed, “drink?” I shook my head slowly but smiled as I inclined it to one side towards the door.
Was I really easing myself off the stool and allowing the plastic to catch on the bar so that the hem rode up almost to my crotch? Surely I could not really be doing this? Exposing nearly all my legs to a man almost young enough to be my son in a public bar? I dropped my eyes as I stood and taking each side of the skirt in my hands I wiggled it down knowing that my breasts would jiggle beneath my b louse as my body moved. That done I looked at him again and made a meal of struggling into the coat realising that the material of the lacy blouse would be stretched across my breasts and that the front would gape so that through it a flash of white flesh would be on view to him. I knew what that would be like for I’d rehearsed that and the other moves so many times in front of my mirror and I wondered if perhaps I was now really in front of that mirror again and all else was purely imaginary. But was I imagining walking over to him, looking down and smiling? Was it in my mind that he stared at me a slight grin on his rather better looking face than I’d thought a\t first? It surely couldn’t be an illusion that I whispered, “follow me,” before turning and walking confidently to the door. And the footsteps I heard on the pavement were so loud and seemed so real that surely they were ‘t a fantasy were they?
“Hi,” I heard him say exactly as my imaginings had though he would as he drew alongside me, “may I walk with you?”
Now that hadn’t been in the plan. In the fantasy he didn’t speak after the “hi”. He said no more and we didn’t speak at all. “Is it ok if we talk? He asked confusing me for I hadn’t covered that in my planning. I had to quickly develop a contingency plan. Did that mean this had to be real? In the fantasy I controlled everything but now I wasn’t so perhaps I really was walking alongside him down Bethnal Green Road towards the narrow street I’d selected.
“No, you mustn’t talk,” I said not even looking up at him.
“Oh right,” he replied obviously confused. I said more so that told me that this may well have been real for in the fantasy I had never uttered even one word.
“You can walk with me. You can follow me, but you mustn’t talk to me.OK?” He didn’t speak for a moment so I stopped and turned towards him looking up into his eyes. He must have been well over six feet tall and he looked down at me as we squared up to each other. I held his gaze as I put one hand on my hip pulling the coat open as I did. I knew that the blouse was gaping and loose and I saw his eyes go to my cleavage. I was now operating completely off script and that somehow added to the fantasy (?).
His eyes roamed from my chest to my eyes quite confidently as he asked, “why not?”
I smiled running my tongue over my lips as I pondered on my answer. “Because,” I said smiling and pausing as I stared at him. This hadn’t happened in front of the mirror so I was on unsure ground. I moved closer holding the coat open by my hand on my hip. I stood like that now sure he’d be able to make out that I wasn’t wearing a bra for my nipples had gone as hard and as pronounced as acorns and the top button of the blouse had slipped undone so that he would be able to see the insides of both of my breast
He smiled and repeated, “because? Because what?”
The fantasy was now no help for this hadn’t been factored in. Reality has that habit of being stranger than fiction. I plunged on into the unchartered waters.
“Because, “ I said quite firmly, “if you want to fuck me that’s the only way you’ll get to do “
I looked at him as I tilted my head to one side waiting for his response hopin gagainst hope that he wouldn’t turn me down and make me go through the whole thing again.
“You mean if I don’t talk to you I can have sex with you?” he asked blushing and looking both very young and oddly appealing.
“Exactly,” I replied.
“Er, um, “ he stammered, “is there a charge?”
That made me smile for I had seen that happening in the fantasy.“No,” I said adding as a joke, “I won’t pay you, all I want is for you to stay silent and then you can have me. Ok?”
He got the message and nodded which again made me smile as he’d obviously cottoned on.
My imagination or my memory from checking out the streets during my late night sorties took us down the gloomy back streets just behind the very busy main road until we came to the warehouse I’d selected. In the dreaming about this I’d wandered confidently into the big doorway, like a porch really. Inside that it ran for about twenty or thirty feet until on the left there was an alcove tucked away so that if anyone came past the main doorway they wouldn’t be able to see into it. With the young man beside me my stride wasn’t as jaunty as in the vivid imaginings I’d had about it. No as we walked into the doorway and then into the alcove that had a dim light thrown onto it from inside the warehouse that I knew was deserted at nights, I didn’t feel quite the confidence I’d thought I would. But I felt excited, expectant and really quite in awe of myself.
For a woman that had found it almost impossible to have casual sex after her marriage break up for fear of becoming dependent on a man this fantasy had been the perfect alternative. For one that had tried having sex with a number of partners that had wined and dined her until her resistance had weakened to the point she’d let them into her knickers to then find that such sex, sex without an emotional involvement as well, was unsatisfactory, this type sex appeared to be the answer. To have sex where there was absolutely nothing else involved and where she was in control represented to her somewhat mangle mind the logical way. The fantasy had started as the frustration had become so hard to endure. As her body ached for a man. As her need grew to enormous proportions. But she was constrained by this emotional hang up. And that had made her, well me really, start thinking and fantasising. Fantasising so often about some of the more outrageous feelings concerned with sex, feelings and thoughts she’d never had before and would never have thought she would have. Thoughts like being completely demeaned, degraded and debased. Of being treated like a whore, a slag, a slut. Of being mentally and physically mistreated, abused and made to act and feel so wanton, perverse and just plain dirty. Yes I was aware that it was some psychological damage from the break up but that didn’t help. I wanted to be treated like that and in all the many lonely hours I spent so more and more I had started living a fantasy life. But now that was maybe becoming reality for the perimeters of both were fading and where one ended and the other began was all blurry.
It was like that, blurry and unclear, as I turned, leaned back against the wall and looked at the boy. He was clearly nervous and unsure. Little did he know that I was just the same but I knew that he wouldn’t realise that and it certainly didn’t show as I reached up and took the lapels of the thin lacy blouse in my hands his eyes from no more than a foot or so away taking in every move. I stared into them as slowly I increased the pressure on the material. I saw them widen as he looked, presumably trying to see my breasts that by now were aching to be touched or sucked. They were riveted on my hands as my fingers dug into the thin material gripping each lapel tightly. And I heard him gasp and saw him blink in disbelief as with one quick firm pull I ripped the blouse open, two buttons, just as they had in my rehearsals, popping off. I thrust myself forward a little my bare breasts learing beckoningly at him as he watched open eyed and open mouthed.
He took me in his arms and went to kiss me but that was taboo and I averted my mouth instead pushing his face down towards the fiery nipples that were pulsating on each breast. His mouth sucked greedily at the extended buds as I felt his erection through his thin trousers. I rubbed it and slid his zip down. Fumbling momentarily with his boxers and the tail of his shirt I felt the sensation of the strangers bare cock in my hand and I knew that the reality was going to be very bit as satisfying as had been the fantasy.
His hands and mouth were all over my breasts, just as they had been when I lived this moment so many times alone, but then it had been my hands. Then mine had squeezed, almost painfully, the swollen nipples that he now pinched, it was my own that had so gratifyingly squeezed the pliantly sensitive mounds and mine that had pushed them together into one large mound just as he did.
But it wasn’t tender or even energetic foreplay I wanted. That implied a degree of concern for the other, a wish to please and slowly arouse. I didn’t want or need that. It wasn’t in the fantasy or in my mind as I’d laid on my bed rubbing my body to climax. No this fantasy was about hard, raw, uncomplicated and quick fast sex. A fuck in a dirty doorway. An almost animalsitc coupling where I got exactly what I wanted and that was sexual satisfaction brought about by being treated as and acting like a whore with a complete stranger with whom I don’t even talk.
I undid his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers down parting the tail of his shirt so I could feel and see him. He was quite large, nicely smooth and fairly long but slim and very, very hard. Just as I’d imagined such a young stud should be. I stroked it and rubbed it and then still holding it with one hand I pulled my skirt up with the other. I watched his eyes as the hem slid up my thighs, as it passed the dark band of the stocking tops, as it slid across the patch of white skin that normally seperated the top of stockings from the panties. His eyes widened again though as that patch just went on and on and he realised that there were no panties. The skirt was now bunched around my waist, my pubic hairs glistening with the juices that had flown from me from the moment we’d left the bar. I pulled him closer and fumbled a condom onto his penis as I slid that between my legs. He continued playing with my breasts, that felt about set to explode with the pent up agony of sexual frustration, and then with one shove he was in me. The feeling was exactly as the fantasy had said it would be. I grunted as he surged up me and as he started fucking me. It was good, it was exciting, thrilling and satisfying. And then quickly, just as I’d fantasised, he was cumming. I didn’t climax. That wasn’t really the plan. Orgasm portrayed pleasure and an emotional connection. No I didn’t need that. That would come later when I was alone reliving these moments.

Carla sighed in frustration as she scanned the packed nightclub. He just was not here, she growled silently. Every man she looked at did not attract her in the least, too skinny, too heavy, too blond, too redheaded. Not that she had any problem with the later; she was just in the mood for a dark haired lover tonight.
Weaving her way through the mass of undulating bodies as they danced, drawing angry or jealous stares from the women, ogling drools from the men, Carla ignored them all. She was hungry and she was on the prowl and tonight only a dark haired man was going to satisfy that hunger.
Her outfit demanded attention, a black leather skirt, tight and high exposed her long, long shapely legs and thighs. A bustier, shoved up her breasts, begging for a man’s touch, but not just any man’s touch, as her gaze continued to scan the mass of flesh.
A young man approached her; he could not have been any more than a fresh drinking age, twenty-one, twenty-two, his face coming up only a few scant inches from her own. His breath reeked of beer and Carla took a step back, her eyes flashing in anger.
“Want to dance?” He asked, his voice slurred, his hand already coming up in an attempt to ensnare her tiny waist and Carla took another step back.
“No.” She answered bluntly and his face turned into a scowl in a fraction of a second.
“I want to dance with you, you’re pretty.” He told her angrily, and again his hand came up. Carla smacked it away, wanting to rake her long nails down his too boyish face.
“I said no.” She shot back, starting to sidestep his now pawing hands, his knuckles scraping over her ample amount of exposed breasts.
“You’re a fucking tease, you cunt!” He growled loudly, drawing the attention of a few dancers that surrounded them.
“Something you’ll never find out.” Carla told him in biting sarcasm and once more started to move around him. Despite his drunken state, he quickly managed to cut her off again, his hand coming forward, this time to attempt to reach beneath her skirt, his lips curling into a lusty yet angry grin.
A hand shot out between them, clamping completely around the boy’s wrist as though it were a small twig and twisted backward, causing the younger man to howl out in pain as he started to sink to his knees.
“She said no.” A deep, vibrating voice sounded beside her and Carla looked from the boy to the owner of that voice, her eyes rounding in surprise.
Her hero was just exactly what she had been looking for, tall, towering over here by at least a foot or more. His shoulders blocked out the flickering lights that shone overhead upon the dancers, oblivious to the action going on around them. His skin was deeply tanned, his face incredibly handsome, almost too handsome to be real. He had what looked like jet-black hair, curling around and framing his face, coming just below his collar and turning lightly under. Over a packed muscular body he wore a black shirt, unbuttoned just enough to give her a peek at the same dark, curling hair that covered his wide chest and tucked tightly into a pair of snug jeans, his waist outlined, showing Carla that he was lean but just as muscular there as well.
As her gaze continued to travel downward in a few scant moments, she hovered around the bulge at the juncture where his thighs met long legs and thought to herself that he did indeed have a nice package hidden behind the heavy material. Those jeans hugged his powerful thighs and legs almost like a second skin and as her gaze moved up again, she found a pair of the blackest, smoldering eyes staring back down at her.
“Find everything?” He asked, his voice deep, drawing her gaze like a magnet to a full lower lip, expressly made, it seemed to kiss a woman, pleasure her in various ways and she smiled softly.
“I’m not sure.” She answered him seductively as those dark eyes flashed before the young man’s cry called his attention back to why he was there.
“Go home, boy, sober up.” The deep and sultry baritone hissed as he released the younger man’s hand that then slithered away, his proverbial tail tucked between his legs.
“You saved me from a very ugly situation, can I buy you a drink?” Carla asked, her voice husky and again those eyes flashed in her direction, his only response was a slight nod of his dark head in acceptance.
Carla ordered a glass of red wine, her hero ordered a straight whiskey and then she led him toward a secluded area of the club, reserved for the owner’s special guests, of which Carla was one. Back here the music was not so loud, the lights even dimmer as she rounded a sheer curtain, her dark stranger following close behind.
Carla sat down upon the upholstered seat, patting the cushion beside her before lounging back, hooding her eyes yet watching him carefully as he took a small sip of the whiskey before sitting down.
“How can I thank you?” She asked, her voice low, enticing his gaze again.
“You just did.” He answered as though he were not interested in her in the least, yet something inside told Carla that he was very much aware of her and she smiled inwardly at the thought.
“No, really, I owe you.” She stated, lifting one foot, propping her heel upon the edge of the seat, showing him her full assets freely and that she wore no underwear beneath the skirt.
That black gaze moved slowly downward, seeing her glistening female lips, cleanly shaven, inviting, swelling slightly and he gave a small grin, taking another drink of the whiskey. Carla noticed with some frustration that it was not to steady his nerves at what she was offering him.
“You’re playing with fire, young lady.” He told her softly and Carla heard the clear warning in his voice.
“Maybe it’s a fire you can put out.” She shot back, shifting her foot over slightly, her pink folds separating in another silent invitation. Her gaze shifted to his jeans again, seeing if what she was doing caused that already large bulge behind the material to grow and to her utter astonishment, it had not.
“Trust me, you don’t want that or the consequences that goes with it.” He warned her again and watched her lick her bright red colored lips.
“Trust me, I can handle it.” She shot back and heard his soft chuckle. He was so smooth, so calm it caused her frustration to grow ten-fold.
“You’re what I’ve been looking for tonight.” She stated, her voice heavy with lust and the dark eyes lifted back to her hot gaze, and Carla saw another flash of something in their depth. She shivered despite the heat she felt inside, the heat he was creating just by simply looking at her like he was.
“Well, you’ve found me.” He grinned smoothly, noting as he dipped a finger into his drink that her wide-open pussy glistened even more, telling him that she was definitely horny and willing to take he was so obviously trying to talk her out of.
“Could you live with the consequences?” He asked her softly, his gaze coming back to her face to gauge her reaction to his question.
“I can’t get pregnant, I take the pill.” She told him bluntly and again, he smiled softly.
“That wasn’t exactly what I was talking about, but it’s good to know.” He told her, thorough amusement in his voice.
Carla lifted her leg, placing it into his lap, gently pushing the sole of her boot against that bulge of his and his eyes fired at her action. Reaching down between her own legs, Carla ran a fingertip over her wet pussy folds and lifted it back to her mouth, popping the finger between her lips and sucking at her own taste.
“You’re blunt, I’ll admit that.” He laughed again and suddenly as she pressed her foot harder against him, his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around her ankle as if to stop her action upon him.
Carla gasped, as his eyes seemed to glow with fire as he looked at her again and then slowly, he began pulling her across the seat, wrapping her leg around his back, keeping her open to him. Her heart leapt inside her chest with the fire in his eyes and once more, he dipped a finger into his drink and then slowly, his hand came down, tracing his whiskey-coated finger over her throbbing folds and Carla arched toward him.
“That feels good.” She murmured softly wishing he would put that large finger between her lips so that she could suck it inside. And as if he were reading her mind, he pressed between the folds. His finger moved over her swelling clit, his knuckle pressing tightly against her, hearing her moan in pleasure.
“Please, put it in.” She gasped as that finger now traced around her flaming entrance, teasing her mercilessly, heedless of whom might pass through or by the curtain to see what was taking place.
“Are you sure you want that?” She heard him ask, his voice barely above a whisper now and Carla could only nod in agreement.
In the next instant she gave a loud gasp of both surprise and pleasure as he drove that large finger into her heat and it suddenly felt as if the secluded area closed in on her. No longer could she hear the bumping music in the background but only her heartbeat, pounding loudly in her ears. Her chest tightened slightly as his finger moved in and out of her in delicious slowness and she could hear the sluicing sound as he worked her thick lubrication around inside her. She felt a burning wetness going over her and when she opened her eyes, discovered that he was pouring the small amount of whiskey he had left in his glass onto her.
Carla glanced around nervously to see who might be watching, and gave a startled gasp as she realized she was no longer in the nightclub. Or at least it did not appear that she was. There were now four walls surrounding them, soft candlelight flickering over the deep red paint that covered them. And she also discovered, to her complete disbelief, that she was no longer dressed. She now lay flat of her back, one leg pressed up against the back of a plush sofa, the other dangled over his knee as he continued to make love to her with his hand.
The whiskey numbed her slightly as he continued to pump his hand back and forth; pushing deeper and deeper inside her and Carla felt the most delicious warmth spreading inside her as he worked her into a near frenzy.
She felt herself tighten and in another few drives she climaxed, crying out in pleasure as she rode her first wave with her dark lover.
He withdrew his hand, only to take hold of her hips, pulling her upward to her knees and as she looked down, Carla could see that her once satisfied and thoroughly drenched pussy was only a breath away from his face.
Carla’s heart was beating like mad inside her chest as she felt his hot breath fan over her damp flesh and her body tensed slightly in anticipation of what he was going to do like this.
A low moan passed her lips as he pulled her forward, his hands cupping around the backs of her thighs, spreading them apart. She screamed out in torturous delight when his mouth closed over her, his tongue licking at her lips and pressing between them to find her clit, causing her to shudder in convulsions.
He licked a few more times, then curled his tongue into a spear shape, driving it up into her flame, one, two, three times and then flat again, licking roughly over her entryway and clit again then back to the spear.
When he felt her muscles start to tighten again, he opened his mouth wide, the back of his throat starting to suck deeply and when she climaxed this time, stabbing pain rocketed up from her pussy to her brain, yet made her orgasm almost mind-numbing.
Gasping, bright lights flashing behind her closed eyelids as he continued to suck, Carla had never felt anything so powerful in all of her life. And now, knowing he was going to fuck her seemed that much more exciting yet fearful at the same time.
The pain continued at her quivering folds as her hips bucked almost wildly against his mouth until every last drop of her passion was gone from inside her. And when he pushed her back, Carla felt slightly light-headed at the power of the climax she had just experienced.
When he looked down however, and saw blood at the corners of his lips and fear gripped at her as she realized it was her own blood that she saw.
That dark head rose a fraction, those black eyes flashed up at her again, pulling at her in silence as he lowered her onto her back once more and Carla found that she could no longer move under the affects of that searing gaze.
She heard his zipper slide down and he then took hold of her hand, guiding it to his now hard dick and she tried to jerk away in trepidation and fright. He was massive, rock hard, pulsating and Carla knew he was too big for her. Her eyes rounded, her mouth opening to protest but no words would form as he gave her another grin.
Carla could not take her hand away from him, wrapping her fingers around his steel rod, squeezing gently, running her sweaty palm over his full length and swallowing past the lump that had formed in her throat.
“I did try to warn you, little girl.” He whispered softly when he moved atop her, crushing her beneath his weight and Carla could feel the bulbous tip of him against her entrance knowing she had been the one to put him there.
And then his mouth closed over her own, swallowing her scream of intense pain as he shoved in, burying deeply inside her, stretching her small opening around his massive dick.
And just as quickly, the pain ended when he started to move, filling her, as she had never before experienced. Carla could taste her own blood upon his lips and that was exciting as he drew back, that head nearly slipping out before driving himself back down time and time again. He was stretching her even more as Carla felt him still growing inside her, feeling him pass beyond her limits yet sending a charge of electricity through her system with each downward stroke.
His head dipped down, his mouth covering one of her breasts and for a second time Carla felt that sharp stabbing of pain and then the sucking. She climaxed for a third amazing time under the delicious torture he was putting her through but she was starting to feel rather lethargic, weak as he continued pounding into her.
His head moved to the other breast, his teeth sinking into that one as well, just above the dusky pink nipple. A moan of sudden pain escaped from deep inside her throat as her breast grew solid inside his mouth. And then Carla could feel his tongue working, pushing up beneath the nipple, as if he were forcing more blood through her veins and straight into his mouth.
Carla realized too late what was happening, as she felt more and more of her life draining away beneath this dark man. And at last he lifted his head, her life-giving fluid staining his lips, a drop or two gathered at the corners of his lips.
“I did warn you.” He repeated softly, almost sadly.
“Don’t let me die, please.” She begged, tears spilling from her eyes, as his thrusts grew harder, rougher, deeper until she felt him stiffen atop her. And even as her eyes started to dim in death, the power of his release gave her one final climax. Her body convulsed violently beneath him until she gave one last deep gasp and then darkness engulfed her.
Carla’s eyes shot open, finding herself still upon the seat in the nightclub, only alone and fully clothed. She sat up quickly, smoothing down her skirt after looking down and seeing that it was hiked nearly to her navel. Her body began to shake over the dream she had just had. Relief began to spread over her and her breathing increased slightly as she realized that indeed it had been a dream, she had not perished at the hands of the dark lover.
Carla gave a self-chastising grin that she would have a dream of a sexy and incredibly delicious looking vampire that not just given her the best fuck she had ever before experienced, but had drained the life from her in the process.
Something glistened upon the table in front of her and Carla looked down, her breath catching suddenly in her throat. A heavy crystal glass sat empty upon the table and her hands shaking, Carla reached over to pick it up, sniffing at the contents it had once contained and her eyes rounded in shock. It was whiskey.
“Oh, my…” She gasped and in another round of terror, reached up for the top of the bustier and jerked it down, exposing her breasts and gave a stifled cry of anguish as she saw the puncture wounds upon each breast. It had not been a dream; she had been fucked by a vampire and then killed by a vampire.
Standing, Carla was unsure what to do next. She felt a sudden surge of energy when she came to her feet fully, her body flushing slightly in heat and a powerful sensation began to fill her, as though a small electrical current was rushing up and down her body. Carla smiled in genuine amusement to know that her dark lover had literally sucked and fucked the life out of her and only when she had begged not to die, he had given her a second life. A life that would now be filled with what he had done to her.
Carla’s lips parted into a full-blown grin as she swept aside the curtain where she had lain and fucked the most alluring and seductive man she had ever met. He was here somewhere; she could feel him, watching her, waiting to see what she would do with her newfound life. And then a hunger was building inside her, a hunger that could not be quenched this time by lust although that would be an added bonus in her mind.
Looking around, scanning the undulating bodies still moving to the music on the dance floor, Carla spotted just what she needed. The young pup that had accosted her before she had run across her dark lover and she smiled as she approached him slowly. Hoping the alcohol he so obviously had in his system would not affect her when she took him to the dark corner. He had wanted to fuck her before and this time she was going to let him.
His eyes widened in disbelief as Carla reached him, and without a word, she took hold of one of his hands, pulling him, guiding him toward the secluded seat just as she had done before. She could feel the blood pumping through his veins as she flicked aside the curtain and her hunger increased by leaps and bounds.
“Fuck me.” She demanded and his pants dropped, his hard-on clear but sadly lacking. Carla did not care however. She knew that her dark lover was still out there, still watching and waiting. What this young pup could not do for her sexually, her dark lover would, incredibly satisfying her beyond her wildest imagination. But first, she needed to quench the hunger that drove her.
Carla shoved him backward roughly; his eyes rounding in shock as she hiked up her skirt, her clean pussy beckoning him like an addict to a drug. She straddled his legs, reaching down to pull her moist lips apart for him to see her and Carla felt one hand upon her hip, urging her downward, letting him guide his own tip to her and she descended onto him, impaling her weight over his puny and horribly unsatisfying dick.
Carla smiled slowly as she heard his sharp intake of breath when she leaned forward and her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his throat and began to suck. And while his hips continued to rocket up and down, Carla greedily drained his pathetic life, his last action was one massive thrust upward, his cum shooting inside her now in sporadic spurts as he began to slump backward against the seat, dead.
Sucking and fucking, that was going to be her new motto in life and as she pulled herself from the young man’s now deflated dick Carla left the secluded booth. She saw the black eyes smiling at her in amusement almost immediately and another kind of hunger filled her, a hunger that only her dark and deadly lover could ever possibly appease.

I did everything I could to avoid her after that. I didn’t go back to the hole, and made certain that none of my paths led me anywhere close to her desk. At one point I even skipped into a side door when I saw her coming my way. I don’t know what it was, but having a face with that name, and the sudden, inexplicable power over her, made me run like a coward.
For the next couple of weeks my life at work was one nervous moment after another as I tried to figure out what I was doing. It seemed ludicrous that I should be avoiding her at all. I was the one in control. I was the one who knew the dangerous secret, the type of secret that if it got out, could follow a woman’s career for years. Yet, there I was, allowing her to get the better of me.
It wasn’t until one Tuesday evening that I found myself hiding in the parking garage within earshot of the stairs. Right on queue I heard the faint clicking of heels descending. When they stopped, the door didn’t open. I waited ten more minutes, then made my way into the room where a couple of guys had already arrived.
I don’t know why my heart was racing like it was, or why I was sweating. As I took my turn and stepped up to the hole, I wondered if I would even be able to get it up, considering the nervous adrenaline pumping through my body. Nevertheless, I sucked it up and moved into position. I put my hand into the hole, without any money this time. I could sense the hesitation, and thought I had lost my opportunity to exploit the situation when I suddenly felt her warm, wet lips wrap around my finger and suck on them lightly. That answered both my fears as the free opening was offered, and my cock sprang to life inside my pants.
I wasted no time in dropping my pants and shoving my cock into the hole. She sucked me with every bit of enthusiasm that she had all the times before. Having gone without for a couple of weeks, I didn’t last long under her expert care, and soon shot my load into her hungry mouth. I waited for the telltale sounds of swallowing before pulling up my pants and hurrying away.
I saw her once the next day, but avoided her. It was as much for her sake as it was mine this time. I did not want to risk anyone piecing together why I was suddenly talking to the hot office girl when I had never done so before. The next night I got caught in a late meeting, and rushed down to the room only to find it empty. I put my hand into the hole, but to no avail. I went home that night to satisfy myself, more than a little dismayed that I would have no more of her until the following week.
Friday afternoon, however, lucked smiled on me. Walking back from the bathroom, I glanced down one of the narrow side hallways and spotted Tara out of the corner of my eye. She was holding a piece of paper, and didn’t notice me watching her as she unlocked and entered the small stationary room. Taking a quick look around to make certain all was clear, I moved down the hall. The self-locking door was open an inch. I looked around again and hurried inside, shutting the door tight behind me.
Tara looked up at me, only half seeing me before making a double take. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but whatever she was about to say caught in her throat.
”Hello,” I said quietly as I took a few steps forward.
”What are you doing in here?” she asked quickly as she looked passed me to the door. She seemed to sigh when she saw it was closed tight.
”No one saw me come in after you.”
”What do you want?” Her eyes narrowed as I idly ran my hand over the shelves.
”I want to discuss our arrangement. You know, for me keeping quiet.” I tried to sound as ballsy as I could.
”I’m sucking you for free,” Tara snapped, and bit her lip when she realized that she had said it rather loudly. I couldn’t help but smile. “And I gave you a fuck,” she said quietly.
She was agitated, there was no doubt about that. As I faced her off, her dark complexioned, pretty face scowling back at me, all I could see were her dark eyes and full, sexy lips. The feel of that body under her conservative clothes was still very fresh in my mind, as was her willingness to fuck me so readily in that stairway. I decided it would be worth the chance and push my luck.
”And now I want to fuck again.” My cock throbbed at my brazenness. She hesitated, as if considering her options. “Just remember what I know,” I warned, putting an edge in my voice. Her eyes narrowed at my threat.
”Alright,” she said finally. “But quickly. I have to be back with the stationary soon.” I smirked at her as much to myself. She was such an utter slut. I made certain that she followed my line of sight as I stepped forward and looked at her wedding ring. She didn’t even try to hide it or move it from my sight.
As I stood in front of her, I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head away, so I kissed her cheek and neck instead. She smelled good, like jasmine, and her smooth skin was as soft as I remembered it. My hands slid around her hips and small of her back before squeezing her ass as I pulled her in tight against me. I thrust my hips forward, making certain she felt my hard-on against her hip. I took a moment to kiss and lick the exposed skin down the front of her blouse before reluctantly pulling again. I could feel her anxiety and knew that I needed to get to the dirty business or she might change her mind.
”There,” I said and gestured to a small table. She looked at the table and nodded before walking over to it. She looked fantastic from the rear as well.
Tara didn’t hesitate as she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She grabbed the hem and pulled it up to her waist and slowly bent over, leaning on the desk. It was a glorious sight, staring at her shapely, stocking clad legs and perfect ass. I could make out a hint of her cunt lips as she spread her legs a bit. I had already done this, however, and as I moved behind her, I grabbed her hips and forced her to turn around. She resisted at first, but then seemed to understand. She hopped up on the table and scooted her ass to the edge, careful to adjust her skirt up around her waist.
”Hurry,” she said.
I knew she was worried about being caught, or one of her coworkers coming to look for her. But there was flush to her face and an edge in her voice that made me think she was a little turned on as well. She undid my belt with clumsy, fumbling hands, but managed to get it open and dropped my pants to the floor. I pushed my underwear after them as her warm hand wrapped around my now throbbing hard cock.
”Fuck me,” Tara whispered huskily as she spread her legs and grabbed onto the nearby shelves for support.
I shuffled forward and aimed my cock at her cunt. The table was almost the perfect height, and as I lined my cock up with her slit, I could feel the hot wetness that was already leaking from her. She moaned lightly as I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit before slipping into her opening. I thrust my hips forward and pushed a few inches into her hot, dripping cunt.
”Yessss,” she hissed in my ear as she closed her eyes and th