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The Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath

admin — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 12:52:10 +0000

Wrath, also known as Anger, is considered one of the worst of the
seven deadly sins because it clouds one's judgment and is associated
with hate and fear; invoking fear leads to anger, which leads to hate.
It can lead to serious consequences, even murder. 16th century
theologian Peter Binsfeld associated each of the seven sins with a
demon, and anger was associated with Satan himself. Scientifically,
anger springs from a reaction in a primitive part of the brain called
the amygdala and can sometimes be traced to organic brain damage or
addiction. The corresponding Heavenly Virtue is Patience. 

A glance at the clock told Neal that it was almost 8pm, refueling his
anger. He had plans tonight, but they had to be cancelled and now he
was left alone in the office with Cheryl. "Nice of you to assume that
the Asian guy has no life and wants to stay at the office all night,"
he yelled over his shoulder. 

"If you hadn't assumed that female programmers are incapable of having
good ideas this would have been done by now and we wouldn't have had to
stay to finish it up," she yelled back. 

It wasn't the first time they had clashed, and they both knew it
wouldn't be the last. Truth was, as much as Neal hated to admit it to
himself, he still held the mindset that software development was a male
domain. Her ideas on the project would have increased efficiency, but
when she presented them he didn't give them proper consideration. 

Maybe he shouldn't have been angry with Cheryl, but it was easier than
being angry with himself. It wasn't that he was avoiding accepting
responsibility for his mistake, it was simply that it nagged at him
that he allowed himself to make the mistake because of a stereotype
about women. He was the first to challenge other's stereotypes about
Asians, but had failed to recognize his own assumptions. 

He was nearly finished, but it was too late. Salvaging his plans was out
of the question at this point. It was just a blind date, but from what
his cousin had told him there was a good chance of getting laid with
this one. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the two condoms he had
brought with him in anticipation of ending his six months of celibacy
and threw them on his desk. 

Thirty minutes later Neal hit save for the last time and sat back in his
chair. Footsteps approached from behind, and soon Cheryl was at his
cubicle. "How much longer do you think you'll be?" she asked. 

His voice was cold. "I'm done for tonight. I've done as much as I can
until someone goes through it tomorrow looking for bugs. What about
you?" 

"I finished about twenty minutes ago, but it didn't seem right to leave
you here by yourself." She paused for a moment. "What you said earlier
wasn't fair. When they told me to pick someone to stay until it was
completed I picked you because you and I are the two best programmers
here. If I had picked anyone else I would have been here until morning.
Don't try to make this about race." Her attraction to Neal also might
have influenced her decision, but it was true that he was an excellent
programmer. Since high school she was always attracted to the smartest
guy, but admitting that she had fantasized about him was something she
was not inclined to do. 

"You know, I did have plans tonight." Childish, yes. But even though he
knew it wasn't really her fault he couldn't quite let it go. 

"Yes, I can see that you did," she said, tapping her finger on the table
near the two condoms. 

Embarrassed, Neal quickly picked them up and put them back in his
pocket. "That is my personal private business." 

"If it's that private don't leave it sitting on your desk. Grow up,
Neal, you know that it's your own fault that you're still here. It's
also your fault that I'm here, if you hadn't dismissed my proposal
because I have tits you might be putting those condoms to good use
right now. And speaking of tits, my eyes are up here," she quipped,
waving the fingers on her right hand next to her eye. 

Damn it, it wasn't bad enough to be reminded that he had made a mistake,
she also had so little tact that she noticed he was staring at her
breasts and called attention to it. "I wasn't staring at your tits," he
said with a sulk. Denial was all he had left, and it was weak. Anger
was boiling up in him again. Her breasts were huge, all the guys stared
at them. It wasn't fair to call him out on it. 

Cheryl laughed and shook her head. He might as well have claimed that up
was down. "You aren't the only one who had plans, buster. In case you
didn't notice, I dressed for a date, too." Wearing a skirt and a
low-cut blouse wasn't typical for her at work, she normally played it
down to avoid accusations of getting ahead by dressing provocatively. 

Turning on her heels, Cheryl started stomping away. Neal knew he was
logically defeated but his anger wouldn't allow him to let it go. "Do
you think I can't tell when you're lying to try to make me feel
guilty?" he yelled after her. 

This guy is really pissing me off, she thought to herself.
Turning around she returned to his cubicle, unbuttoning her blouse as
she walked. She pulled her blouse open to reveal a beautiful emerald
green and black bra. "Who do you think I wore this for, you?" 

At that moment Neal knew how a deer in the headlights felt. He couldn't
look away. He'd had dreams about those breasts. Against his better
judgment, he asked, "Are those real?" 

Cheryl grabbed his wrist firmly and put his hand on her breast. "What do
you think?" 

Neither of them were prepared for how that act would alter the
situation. Without removing his hand, Neal stood and put his hand on
the back of Cheryl's head, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her
hard. He expected her to resist, but instead her hand moved down his
body and unzipped his fly. He was already starting to get firm. 

He let go of her head and placed both hands on her breasts, then reached
inside the cups. He stroked them, he squeezed them, and he ran his
fingers over her nipples. No doubt about it, they were real. Noticing
the small piece of plastic between the cups, Neal was thankful for the
invention of the bra that fastened in the front. Her huge breasts
spilled out when he unhooked it, and he lifted them with his hands and
feasted on her nipples. Pushing them together, he moved his tongue back
and forth over them and then sucked both of them into his mouth at the
same time. Cheryl felt a jolt of electricity going directly from her
nipples to her cunt. 

Suddenly she felt overcome with the need to suck him. Months of dating a
guy who thought that oral sex was kinky and sinful caught up with her
all at once. She loved having a prick in her mouth, and she was not
going to back off now that she had the chance to blow the smartest guy
in the office. 

Slowly Cheryl lowered herself to her knees and lowered Neal's pants. She
reached up and started to remove her glasses, but his hand stopped her.
"No," he said. "Leave your glasses on." 

Looking up at him, she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and
licked the underside of his shaft. When she reached the top she closed
her lips over the head and moved slowly down, almost all the way down.
She paused, using only her tongue to stimulate him, enjoying the
feeling of his cock getting harder and growing to its full length,
moving into her throat. 

Up and down on his cock, she moved at a languid and steady pace as her
fingers moved over her clit. Careful not to go too fast, she circled
the head with her tongue and sucked gently as she moved her lips up and
down. 

Clearly, he was too excited to keep him on the edge for long. She let
his cock slip from her mouth and stood up. "Suck my nipples while I get
myself off," she said, looking him straight in the eye. 

How could he refuse such an order? Using his lips, hands, and fingers he
worshipped her breasts. Moans escaped her lips as she felt herself
moving closer to the edge of orgasm. Could she come just from his
stimulation of her nipples? Perhaps, he was very talented at arousing
her. 

Closer and closer. Her orgasm was imminent. Neal stopped sucking her
nipples, and just as she was about to protest he pinched both nipples
hard and pulled on them. That pushed her over the edge, and her body
shuddered as she cried out and climaxed. 

Silence returned to the room as her orgasm ebbed. "Bend over the desk,"
Neal whispered. "I need to fuck you." 

Looking straight at him, she waited until her breathing slowed. "You
better fuck me," she said as the turned around, lowered her panties,
and bent over with her ass high in the air. Her pussy was so wet the
juice was running down her leg. 

His excitement was too high to be gentle. His fingers spread her labia
and he pushed inside. Slamming hard inside her, over and over, he took
his anger out on her by punishing her with his prick. Carefully she
raised herself slightly onto her elbows, giving him the opportunity to
reach under her and squeeze her breasts. The heat began to rise in him
and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Then he remembered... 

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, pulling out of her and slamming his hand down
on the desk. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused about what had happened. 

"I forgot the condom!" 

"Then come in my mouth! There's nothing to get angry about." 

Did I hear that right? he asked himself. His question was
answered as she lowered her mouth to his cock and started licking her
pussy juice off. Sucking harder and faster, she brought him off
quickly. His cock twitched and started pumping his seed into her mouth.
When she was sure he was done she let his cock slip from her mouth and
stood up. 

Neal grabbed a couple of tissues and handed them to her. "Did I get some
on my face?" she asked. 

"No, don't you need to spit it out?" 

"Uh, no." 

Silently they got back into their clothes, feeling a bit awkward. She
had stunned him by swallowing his cum, and he felt like he needed to
get the last word in. 

"As mad as you made me, you're lucky I didn't fuck you up the ass." 

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You could have," she whispered.
Stepping back she made a thorough check of her clothes then turned to
leave. Stopping she looked back at him again. "Maybe you should keep
some condoms hidden in your desk. Or if you just want me to blow you,
all you have to do is tell me who the best programmer in the company
is." She walked down the hall, picking up her keys and purse on the
way, and he stared until she turned the corner and went to the
elevators.

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Taken By A Young Guy….Was It My Fault?

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:16:50 +0000

Recently my husband and his business partner purchased a cosmetic shop
along with the other stores in a small shopping center....I was asked
to run the store until a suitable manager was found since I have a
background in cosmetology and after an short excuse filled argument I
agreed....My husband provides for us very well and with two sons in
college can still afford all the amenities.... 

Running the store was hard work but I was enjoying it and with only one
employee things were kept simple and life was good....Johnny was my
husband's business partner's son who I was told couldn't seem to hold
on to a job before working for me. I couldn't understand why because he
worked very hard, showed up every day right on time and although easily
distracted...I used that to my benefit... 

A wink here or there or a shoulder rub on a few occasions and the boy
was off to the race's...doing anything I asked of him and very eager to
do exactly as I asked. The power of touch is so underestimated and so
unexplored. 

I like to think that an employee that works hard for his boss should be
rewarded and I always tried to show my appreciation the best way I
knew. But what was a normal emotional display with my son's or husband
should have never been done with anyone except family members because
you never really know what or how the other person might take it. I
began to feel that Johnny was like a family member and treated him as
such...A touch to me was a flirt to him...I never thought of the way he
felt about me and the fact that he was a young man and I a grown woman
should have been a red flag...but it wasn't and I didn't have a
clue...that was until the day Johnny cornered me in the back office
during an all night inventory check....we had been working together for
almost 3 months and I guess he just couldn't take it anymore. 

Johnny seemed surprised when I refused to kiss him as he held me tightly
in the corner... He looked a little confused as he tried to kiss me
again.....we had shared a lot of time together over the past few
weeks.....long hours of working the store....what I believed was
innocent flirting.... I was flattered that even at 43 and older than
his own Mother... that my looks could give Johnny a rise...many times
catching him trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants.... and
although provocative dress, make-up and hair  to the hilt everyday as
well as short skirts are the normal attire for a cosmetic store
manager, I must have led him to believe I would respond differently to
his very forward advance. 

Even after sharing personal information about our lives that only comes
out after you know someone very well I didn't catch on that Johnny
thought I'd have sex with him..... Johnny would flirt heavier and
heavier with me until I'd smack his hand down but never to the point of
anger because I needed him to work as hard as he could for
me.....making me look good for my husband and his business partner. 

At 43 and so much older than Johnny I never thought anything other than
he was a normal young man with out of control hormones...This was all
my fault for leading him on and now it would be up to me to get out of
this without anyone finding out. 

I was never at any point scared because Johnny's father was my husbands
business partner.... and although very tall and attractive... was just
to me a normal young man with raging hormones ... having two sons...
each older than Johnny ...I knew those hormones well.....but he was
very firmly holding me......I felt helpless as I realized I was going
to be kissed whether I liked it or not.....I involuntarily puckered as
Johnny's mouth covered mine. 

The first thing I noticed was his fresh breath and how his young skin
was so tight and toned unlike my husband who usually has ashtray breath
and his face looks like a stubble covered raisin. I was fighting his
advances but he had no problem holding me in place and keeping his
mouth in contact with mine....suddenly I felt his tongue trying to
sneak its way into my mouth and could only sigh in defeat as my lips
weren't strong enough to hold him back...he wouldn't relent until I let
his tongue roam free and as I opened my mouth our lips made full
contact as his tongue search out mine in a very steamy French kiss. 

As I broke the kiss I angrily said " Johnny...you better stop this right
now....your going to get yourself into trouble young man....this is
crazy.....Johnny...PLEASE!...all the while struggling to break his
clamp like grip... As he kissed my neck I kept trying to talk him out
of what he was about to do but his firm grip on my arms and his hips
grinding into mine told me it might already be too late...He could tell
my body was responding and knew I was ready to be taken. 

I don't know why I wasn't scared but I wasn't. This boy was harmless I
told myself....but he was also very strong and obviously very
horny....I said in a muffled voice " Johnny please baby not here...not
now...not like this honey" as his tongue began to roam all around my
mouth....my arms were both being held gently behind my back by Johnny's
strong left hand but were no longer resisting him...  I just relaxed
them and concentrated on squeezing my legs together as Johnny's free
hand slipped under my short skirt hem to my crotch and had already
hooked the waist of my panties......with one powerful tug he had ripped
my panties off...threw them aside...and began to rub my pussy rapidly
bringing a low sigh from deep in my throat.... 

His hips had worked their way between my knees preventing me from
pulling my legs together...suddenly as he kissed me passionately I felt
his thick yet soft fingers spreading my pedals and entering my
vagina...all the while the palm of his hand pushed down deliciously on
my clit...my flexible body adjusting to his...involuntarily allowing
the best angle for access. 

This was way out of control now...it had gone much too far but I still
had a chance to stop it...not really sure anymore if I wanted to stop
it. I guess the fact that I knew Johnny and really liked him as a
trustworthy employee allowed him enough time to bring me to the point
where I no longer cared that Johnny was so much younger than I
was...this was so wrong...in so many ways....so taboo......so naughty
and nasty.... 

I suddenly thought of my husband and how this was partly his fault
because he had put me in this situation....having me work everyday with
a good looking horny young man and my husband leaving me wanting more
almost every night by not having sex with me nearly enough....or not
fulfilling enough when we did have sex...He would just pump for a
while...shoot his load...roll over and fall asleep leaving me to take
care of myself if I wanted to get any relief at all from the sexless
marriage I'd been in for so long. 

Johnny must have sensed my need for passion and thought he could slowly
seduced me over the days and weeks we were working together....he
figured if he just waited long enough and got me to trust him he would
eventually catch me in a vulnerable situation... and now at 3:00 in the
morning in the back corner of my office his persistence finally paid
off for Johnny as he skillfully masturbated my fully aroused clit as my
hips pumped in time with his thrusting finger's... 

My mind was racing as I fought off the glorious feelings I was allowing
Johnny to give me... and being this was partly my fault I really wanted
to get out of this with no one knowing.....especially my husband...
even if it meant going through with whatever Johnny had in store for
me. 

I fought honorably for my marriage vows....."Johnny Please" I yelled but
it only made him hold me tighter....masturbate me faster.....and break
my resistance sooner...I felt sorry for the guy....he must be desperate
to do something like this.....but I didn't have a choice in this
situation and was being forced to be in this predicament so It wasn't
like I was cheating or violating my wedding vows.....Oh My God I was
already justifying my infidelity....I knew I needed a plan or my inner
need would soon take over ... 

I thought that if I let him believe he had me under control that he'd
loosen up on me and I'd make a run for it at the first chance....so I
changed my strategy...I kissed him back.....he evilly laughed as our
tongue's dueled inside my mouth....but this wasn't working the way it
was supposed to.....I was letting Johnny have his way to make a break
for it but right away all I could think about was how his almost
vibrating finger's on my clit was feeling soooooooo fucking good.....my
pussy was dripping as my very young aggressor was frigging me
constantly for such a long time...on and on and on.....non stop...his
finger's kept rubbing....pumping....rubbing....pumping...I had crossed
a line in my mind and after telling Johnny what a good kisser he was I
felt his grip loosen on my arm's....how smart was I...my plan was
working. 

When he released my arms instead of running away I ran my fingers
through Johnny's hair as we kissed passionately.... and as my now fully
aroused clit helped me to climax through the first of what would be
many orgasm's that early morning I felt the last vestige of my
resistance drop....and as I popped off and came all over Johnny's hand
my chin rested on the large, strong, young mans shoulder......the musky
smell of Johnny's sweat made me realize another man other than my
husband was touching my most intimate area's...and I was incredibly
aroused by it. 

As my body shuddered and my legs involuntarily humped his thrusting
fingers I spread my thigh's slightly allowing his fingers to get even
deeper into my pussy. 

For the first few minutes I continued to pretend I was fighting him off
of me...for my husbands sake I guess... but after cumming four times
and finding my tongue inside Johnny's mouth on several occasion's I was
now his and he knew it....When he placed my hand atop the lump in his
crotch I unconsciously rubbed his hard-on through his jeans... he
removed them and kicked them aside....When he turned to face me I
gasped at his hugeness.... 

I was still fully clothed and standing in the corner of my office as he
worked the first few inches of his cock into my now fully aroused
vagina....the shift in my attitude was obvious and as Johnny's
unprotected cock bottomed out deep inside of me my left leg locked
behind his back and actually was pulling him in deeper.. 

His over sized tool was spreading me further and wider than my husband
ever could...The way his thickness sawed against my sensitive clit was
unbelievably exciting and new to me as the largest cock I'd ever
experienced previously was half the length of Johnny's monster. With a
firm tug my skirt came off next leaving me in only my blouse and
bra.... 

Then Johnny leaned backward... dropped to the floor and pulled my on top
of his heaving chest with his cock still pumping in and out of my
soaked pussy I suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to be completely
naked. ...what happened next surprised me more than Johnny. 

I kissed my new lover deeply... I sat up straight on his waist and as he
pushed his cock upward I pushed down, the tip now touching my furthest,
untouched recess's causing my head to spin as if I were drunk.....and
then it happened. 

I unbuttoned my own blouse! and threw it aside as Johnny continued to
pump into my dripping wet pussy from below. My bra-laden boobs were
moving up and down on my chest in time with Johnny's thrusting. My
earrings and necklace were also swaying wildly as my whole body
responded to the powerful upward humping Johnny was giving me. I don't
know why but I was getting mad at my husband for never fucking me like
this before...maybe if he had I wouldn't have given in so easily to
Johnny. 

Holy Shit!!!!! What the fuck was I thinking!!! I was being forced to be
intimate with a young man less than half my age....my husbands business
partners son....and I was laying blame on my husband and... I WAS
REMOVING MY OWN CLOTHES!!!!!OH MY GOD>>>what had I become......in only
minutes Johnny had completed his months long seduction of his
boss....his Fathers business partner's wife....and I had played right
into his hands....by not resisting enough and allowing him the precious
minutes he needed to get full control of me ...and now that our juices
were mixing inside my womb we could never go back to our previous
situation.... 

As my big boobs continued to jiggle up and down on my chest Johnny's
thick cock penetrated my 43 year old pussy over and over and over
again..."take off your bra" Johnny commanded" and I obeyed. Next he
reached up and pinched my nipple's hard as I braced my arms on the
floor next to his head. Johnny's long and thick cock was spreading me
to such dimensions that at one point I was in an almost constant state
of arousal....I was sweating profusely with a look of desperation on my
face as I sought out orgasm after orgasm.....and Johnny came
through.... BIG TIME!!...knowing exactly what I liked and executing it
with a zest only a young man with endless energy and stamina could.
Unlike my husband Johnny knew how to make me cum and he did...again and
again and again. More powerfully and intense than I ever dreamed
possible. 

We were fucking like a freight train out of control...my hips were a
caldron of motion as our bodies slapped together over and over and over
again. Our sweat was causing a slick film to form on my lower body as
it mixed together with the juices coming from my thoroughly fucked
vagina. The way our bodies seemed to mold together... and move in
perfect rhythm...The feeling I felt about Johnny at that moment was
blowing my mind...Thoughts of my husband were long gone as I kissed
Johnny again and again. 

He pinched my nipple's harder and harder over an over again sending
shock waves through my entire existence. The stamina of this guy was
incredible and although I'd heard of how young guys can go on and on
I'd never really thought it was possible. The incredible rush was
almost too much to handle as I felt what seemed to be a tremendous
climax building to its peak inside of me as I tried to match Johnny
thrust for thrust...moan for moan...Then he just rammed his cock into
my fully soaked pussy to the hilt for one final thrust before allowing
his seed to be planted deep inside of my fertile inside's. 

We both climaxed together and continued to pump our bodies together long
after John's cock had fully drained itself inside my womb...our
breathing heavy and satisfying...the way we looked into each others
eyes with no words spoken was almost magical. As we kissed and made
small talk I giggled like a little school girl as I tried to show John
my appreciation for making me feel like this. 

It was at that point I looked up and saw the security camera in the
corner of the office.....realizing the whole thing was on video tape. I
just had to remember to erase it before anyone might see what had went
on...As we laid in each others arms still breathing
heavy....experiencing the final glow of our most recent orgasm Johnny
leaned over.....kissed me deeply.....and asked me if I was ready to go
again...... I worked his still tremendous semi hard cock back into my
mouth as I tasted myself for the first time...It was at that point I
realized there would be nothing I wouldn't do for John...I was his now
and he knew it but I guess he needed to put the icing on the cake as he
positioned me with legs spread wide on top of my desk. 

Johnny then went down on me and showed me how a pussy is supposed to be
eaten... He even penetrated my virgin asshole with first his
tongue...then his finger....when instructed to play with myself I did
as told as was soon frigging myself through another climax as Johnny
pumped his finger in my ass and his tongue deep in my pussy.. 

Next I eagerly sucked my lover back to full rock hardness so he could
fuck me doggie style....grabbing my hips tightly as he pounded me
harder and harder... reaching around and playing with my
clit......bringing louder and louder involuntary moans of pleasure from
my mouth.....then as his sinewy cock sawed in and out of my underused
pussy he pinched both nipples again and again even harder than before
causing a shock through my body I'd never felt before....even at his
young age Johnny knew enough about female anatomy to bring me to
heights my husband had never attained after so many years of
marriage... 

I found myself thinking less about my husband and infidelity and only
about Johnny...his wonderful, gorgeous cock....and what I could do to
please him as much as he was pleasing me...So when he insisted I suck
his finger after he pulled it from my ass I didn't hesitate... 

Time after time after time I was sucking him...then fucking him....then
sucking him...then fucking him....and so on for almost an hour
straight...I had never known cum could taste so good. I found energy I
never knew I had. It was as if being with this younger guy was making
me feel younger as well. Whatever it was I was loving it...and loving
John and everything new he was showing me. 

When we awoke in each others arms around 6 am John looked scared....I
relieved him by kissing him passionately....then licking and kissing
his chest and nipples.....then kissing his belly.....then taking his
flaccid pecker back into my mouth and bringing him back to full rock
hardness...before mounting and fucking my new lover through several
more orgasm's before finally getting ready to leave the store around 7
am.. 

I got dressed and was about to lock up when at the last second I
remembered the security video....I pushed eject on the VCR but nothing
came out....I pushed it again...nothing.....Holy Shit! John had taken
the VCR tape before he left which only meant one thing....this little
marital indiscretion was probably far from over....I would be at his
mercy...even making me look like the aggressor .....all they would see
is a 43 year old woman who is also the boss of this 19 year old boy
appearing to force him into having sex with her.... 

I was now a willing partner whether I wanted this or not...I never
realized sex could be so wonderful and the addictive nature of the
extreme naughtiness of it all had me looking forward to being with John
more and more as each day past. .....there woul be no going back to the
plain old boring sex I had with my husband. 

Since we worked together everyday, Johnny and I would fuck as often as
possible....sometimes in my office with customers in the store..He
wanted to fuck me at his apartment but I was very hesitant of being
seen going into his place and refused to take any risk that would
expose our taboo relationship. And although the thought of having sex
with John in a bed might be nice I drew the line at when and where we
would be together. But he soon controlled that aspect of my life as
well. 

The security camera video of our first night together would be used
later to convince me to meet Johnny at his apartment whether I wanted
to or not....He was smart enough to not interfere with my schedule and
told me to meet at his place when I was finished with work. Reluctantly
I agreed because I believed John would show the tape around if I didn't
give him this request which was to have me at his place for an all
nighter. It was hard enough to explain to my husband where I would be
all night but that wasn't even the part that worried me most. 

When I arrived I soon realized discretion was not on John's priority
list....I noticed there was another young man sitting in his living
room just as the door was closed and locked behind me.... 

What happened next is a story of it's own so let me know if you would
like to hear more about it...

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Blind Date

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:10:10 +0000

Dear Diary: 

I finally went on that blind date Melissa has been begging me to go on. 

Well I got myself ready just like I do every Saturday night. A good
shave in the shower, curled my hair, put on that skimpy new red dress.
Oh yeah, I was looking good. 

We went out for dinner, boring as usual. I spent most of the time
thinking, "Wow. Does he have anything interesting to say?" Needless to
say, we spent most of the dinner not talking. Then we went to the
movies. He bought two tickets, a bucket of popcorn and a drink to
share. We go into the theater, to our amazement, it was completely
empty. Well almost, there was one other person. A lady in her late 20s
I'd say. She sat about 2 rows behind us. The movie we thought would be
a great catch, ended up being very disappointing. I lost interest about
5 minutes into it. 

Sitting there, trying to live through this horrible date, Brad leaves to
get more popcorn. While he's gone, I text Melissa to let her know I
hate her for setting me up with him because of the horrible time I was
having. So about 10 minutes later, I realize that Brad had been gone
for far too long. At that moment, I feel something around my ankles. It
was Brad. He was on the floor crawling around. 

"What are you doing down there?" 

"Thought this movie was boring. I think we could spice the night up a
little. What do you say?" 

"How do you plan on doing that when you're crawling on the floor?" 

Just then I realized exactly how he planned on making the evening more
enjoyable. He started by kissing my legs, slowly around the knee and
progressing to my inner thigh. I was caught off guard. We were in a
public place. There were people around, well, one person at least. As
he drew closer and closer to my pussy, I could feel my thighs
throbbing. While opening my legs I wondered what I was allowing to
happen. 

Before I could answer my own question, I gasped for air. He had moved my
underwear to the side and was slowly and gently licking the wetness my
body was already releasing. I slid closer to the edge of the seat and
arched my back. Wow, he is good. 

Grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to his face, Brad starts moving
his tongue in a more rapid fashion. He's nearly got me to an orgasm in
just a few seconds. Slowly, he takes one finger and slides it into my
vagina. I can still hear my moan echoing through the theater. 

By this time I'm hot, bothered, and ready to go. I push his head away
and kneel on the floor next to him. Taking hold of me, he starts
kissing my neck and moves down to my breast. He reveals the left breast
and begins to gently suck on the nipple. The sensation of his teeth
softly biting down sends me into a tailspin. I can barely stay in an
upright position. His hand moves to the small of my back for support. 

"You taste so good. I could eat your sweetness all night." He tells me
as I melt in his embrace. Reaching down to his pants I unzip his jeans
and reveal his throbbing member. After a few strokes, Brad takes a seat
and I dive in. Taking a mouthful, I feel his hands grabbing my hair and
guiding my head. Reaching down I rub myself and start to moan. I can
feel his thighs tense as I move up and down his shaft. With one hand
still holding my hair, he takes the other hand and grabs me under the
chin. Shoving his dick into my throat, I begin to choke. He feels me
gag and continues to thrust his dick further down my throat. As I come
up gasping for air, Brad slides off the seat onto the floor. 

Picking me up with ease, he sets me right on top of him. His penis feels
so good inside of me and it slides in and out with ease.  As I am on
top of him about to feel the best climax I've ever had, he grabs my
breast and squeezes the nipples. 

"Your breasts look marvelous as you're bouncing on my dick." As he says
this he pulls me down and starts to bite my nipples again. At this
time, he takes the opportunity to ram his cock unto my pussy with
force. In and out, he moved with ease. Oh God, I could cum for days
with this man. He sends me into the most blissful orgasm a woman only
dreams of. Covering my mouth to hide my screams, he unloads his
throbbing dick into me. 

As we fix our clothes and get back to as normal as possible, the lights
return and the credits start rolling. 

After the movie, we came back to my apartment. What happened when we got
here is another story. I'll tell you about me, Brad, and the woman in
the theater later. 

Angie

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I shouldn’t have…but I did

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I shouldn't have...but I did. 

It had been months since my divorce, and though I had recently started
dating again, I was more than just a bit gun-shy about some of the men
my best friend and sister had been trying to hook me up with.  Only one
of which I had actually had sex with, primarily because he had been
good looking...and I had been horny.
Peter, as she had referred to him was a tall, well toned without being
overly muscled young man.  Though she later confirmed it, I had guessed
him to be eighteen or nineteen, with sun bleached hair and a light tan
as he began mowing her yard wearing nothing more than a cut off pair of
Levi jeans. 

"Julie's boy," she told me, referring to their next door neighbor.
"Peter just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and will soon
be heading off into the Navy.  Just waiting for his papers to go
through I guess.  Too bad too, he's been nice to look at when he's come
over to mow the lawn.  Sometimes his younger brother Dave does it, but
I get guilty every time I look at him, two years younger than his
brother is, but just as good looking." 

I caught my breath just then still looking out, I had seen Peter
nonchalantly reach down and scratch his groin as he pushed the mower.
That simple innocent act sending a wickedly erotic jolt of pleasure
down between my legs.  For the briefest of moments, I'd actually
imagined him taking his cock out in order to stroke it.  Talk about
instantaneous unexpected fantasies! 

"Get a grip girl!" I told myself and finally stepped away from the
window.  "He's way too damn young!" 

As I turned my sister was sitting there at her kitchen table grinning at
me. 

"What?" 

"Maybe...you should throw Peter a going away fuck," she laughed. 

"Yeah right, don't be ridicules Joyce!" I admonished her, yet my pussy
was thinking the very same thing.  Already I could feel the sudden
appearance of moisture beginning to seep into my crotch, and now wished
for the first time I'd actually brought my robe over with me.  I
hurriedly sat down at the table, but I'd forgotten about the other
telltale signs, which my sister immediately picked up on. 

"Oh I am, am I?  Then why is it if the thought isn't already running
around inside that wicked little head of yours, that you're sitting
there with your high-beams on honey?" 

I looked down at myself.  Sure enough, my nipples were rock hard,
pressing against the thin material of the white wife-beater I had on.
It couldn't be any more noticeable.  Which is when I then realized the
mower had stopped somewhere along the way, and the sound of someone
knocking on her kitchen screen door made me jump. 

"Mrs. Jackson?" Peter asked peering through the door at us as we sat at
her table.  "Your mowers out of gas, and there wasn't any more in the
gas can either.  I'd offer to go and get some myself, but I happen to
be without any transportation at the moment." 

"Come in Peter!" Joyce called out to him as I sat glaring at her.  Had
she forgotten I was sitting there half naked?  Then I realized...she
hadn't.  Before I could even begin to react, Peter stepped inside. 

"Debra?  This is Peter, Peter...my sister Debra," she said introducing
us.  Though I noticed as he stepped over to take my hand, his eyes had
already locked onto my chest, though he quickly looked up upon
realizing that, his face reddening. 

"Pleased to meet you," he said taking his hand back, though for a moment
I'd almost wished he hadn't. 

"Unfortunately, Ted's at the golf course, so he has our car," she told
him.  "Would you mind taking him to get some gas?" Joyce turned asking
me. 

"I'm ah...not exactly dressed for that you know," I said once again
glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again
turned seeing Peter's eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt
like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like
it too. 

"I guess you can take my car," I then stated, forgetting myself for a
moment as I stood to grab my purse.  It was no more than two, perhaps
three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my
mistake, though it was already far too late for that.  I now stood
there in my sister's kitchen in nothing more than a white pair of
cotton panties, and my wife-beater with my full breasts looking like
they'd been painted on, my nipples all swollen and hard as rocks
pressing against it.  All I could think of to do was fish inside my
purse for the keys, and hand them to him.  Pretending as I did so, that
my attire, such as it was...was perfectly natural for me to be standing
there in. 

The problem was, I could still feel the wetness between my legs, but I
sure as hell wasn't about to look down either and draw any more
attention than I already was. 

"You know sis, your lawn could use a good mowing too.  How longs it
been?  Two?  Three weeks?" 

Now I felt my face beginning to flush.  One, because I was dressed the
way that I was with a sopping wet crotch.  And two, because I was
actually embarrassed that I'd been neglecting my own yard work,
something which I truly hated doing. 

"I'd be glad to come over and mow it for you, just as soon as I'm
finished here," Peter told me. 

"There, problem solved!" Joyce said speaking up before I could,
"provided your mower still works of course," she had to add. 

Peter had already turned having taken my keys and headed out before I
could respond to that one way or the other. 

"What the hell are you up to?" I found myself asking my sister instead.
But all she did was smile at me and laugh. 

"Nothing besides getting your lawn mowed," she grinned wickedly.  "Which
reminds me, when was the last time you got it mowed anyway?" She now
asked. 

I knew damn well she wasn't talking about my lawn either.  Truth was, I
had always kept my pussy bare, nice and smooth.  And had in fact just
shaved it again last night before slipping into bed.  But again, that
still wasn't what she had meant either. 

"You really are incorrigible, you know that?" I answered.  "Now, before
he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?" I asked. 

** 

At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to
wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the
wife-beater and no bra.  Peter had finished her lawn in short order
shortly after his return.  Just long enough for another cup of coffee
and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept
teasing me about tossing Peter a "sweet friendly fuck," as she called
it.  "Better than an extra tip," she had added. 

I stuck my tongue out at her as Peter and I left.  I had no intention of
doing anything even remotely like that of course, but I still couldn't
help fantasizing about it anyway as we made the quick trip back to my
place. 

"Can I say something and not mean any offense by it?" Peter stated as we
drove the short distance home.  I smiled, holding my own nervousness,
and curiosity in check. 

"Sure, go ahead," I said smiling demurely, trying to look something less
than the cat who had swallowed the canary, though I'd already caught
myself thinking about swallowing something else. 

"You've got really amazing boobs!" He said startling, and surprising me
with his boldness.  Now I did laugh, unable to help myself. 

Not wanting to embarrass him, nor myself any more than I already was, I
tried keeping it light, a bit flirty perhaps...but friendly. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls." 

He actually looked surprised at that, his eyes wide as he responded back
to me.  "No, I don't...never have in fact, you're the first.
But...I've only seen one other girl naked anyway, my ex girlfriend, and
she didn't have boobs anywhere's near as big, or as pretty as yours
are!" 

It was a strange compliment to have received, especially the way I'd
received it, and with Peter sitting next to me in the car actually
staring at my tits.  Though had I of been in his shoes, I probably
would have too.  Just innocent, and naive enough not to know better.
But then again, I only had myself to blame for looking the way I now
looked too. 

"Thank you," I said simply not knowing exactly what else to say, though
my mind jumped out ahead of me like it quite often did whenever I
became aroused.  "I take it she was your first then?" 

"First?" He said in that same naive way, and then realized what I'd
meant by that.  "Oh no...we ah, we ah never did that," he said
blushing.  "In fact, well...I'm still a virgin," he all but blurted,
though continuing.  "And I'm actually nervous about that too, you
know...going in the Navy here soon and all, can only imagine what the
other guys will think, or even do to me maybe, once they find out." 

I did laugh openly, embarrassing him a little perhaps though I had tried
very hard not to.  "I'm sorry," I said still trying to control my
giggling.  "But it's just that I'm actually surprised.  As good looking
a boy as you are, and knowing how kids are these days, it's just
surprising to find one as attractive as you are...to still be a
virgin!" 

Now he laughed too, once again easing the tension.  "Not like I haven't
tried," he explained.  "But the one girl, not even my ex...that I
thought about doing something like that with, wanted to wait until we
were married.  And I wasn't exactly in the marrying frame of mind at
the time.  I've always wanted to see a little bit of the world first
before settling down, and I thought that joining the Navy for a few
years, and doing that would be the most opportune way.  Unfortunately,
most of the girls I've known didn't see it that way.  Hence me still
being a virgin." 

We had just reached my street and was about to pull up into the
driveway.   "Tell you what, after you've finished mowing my...forest,"
I amended.  "Come inside and we'll finish this conversation we're
having," I told him, though again for the life of me...I didn't know
why I had said that.  I knew damn well I was teasing myself in a way,
and perhaps him a little too.  But I'd enjoyed talking to him, and if
anything, wasn't quite ready to shoo him back home again too soon
either. 

I quickly showed him where my own mower was, and then left him to his
work while I went inside to once again change my clothes into something
a bit more appropriate perhaps than what I'd been wearing.   It was
already getting warm however as I stood there in my bedroom, now naked
trying to figure out what exactly it was I could wear without looking
too obvious about it. 

"Obvious about what?" I asked myself.  "It's not like you're actually
planning on fucking the poor boy now are you?" I once again asked
silently.  "Or was I?" 

The truth was, I now found myself thinking about it, wondering.
Wondering if in fact he actually might be interested.  "Chasing
Cougars?"  Wasn't that the term I'd been hearing lately.  "Was I?
Would Peter see me in that light?  Would he even be interested?
Admiring my boobs was one thing.  Giving his virginity away to a woman
he'd most likely never see again was something else entirely.
Especially when I was almost twice his age. 

I put another tight fitting red blouse on.  No bra.  And a matching pair
of red shorts to go with it.  No panties.   And then I traipsed back
down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter
was finished with the lawn. 

** 

Half an hour later he was standing at my back door.  I waved at him,
motioning for him to come in.  "I made some iced-tea," I said
pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn't really
care for it. 

"Thanks, but I'd really prefer a beer if you have any," he said walking
over to stand next to my kitchen counter.  It was just noon, but I
figured one beer wasn't going to hurt this early.  It just so happened
that I had a few Corona's in the refrigerator so I pulled two of them
out.   "You have any limes?" he now asked. 

I did, but I almost told him I didn't, starting to get just a little
irritated with his sudden brashness the way I saw it.  But once again
my own horniness and my odd attraction to this young man both
physically as well as towards this somewhat bold attitude caused me to
do otherwise.  I quickly retrieved a lime and began cutting it up for
our beers. 

He stood still leaning against the counter as I strolled over towards
the kitchen table preparing to sit down, knowing as I did so he was
staring at me, no doubt admiring my tight fitting red outfit. 

"I liked the other shirt you had on better," I heard him suddenly
saying. 

With my back still towards him I set my beer down on the kitchen table.
Surprised unexpected anger, a bit of irritation with this young man
caused me to do something that had I taken a moment more to think
about, I probably wouldn't have done.  Grabbing the bottom of my tank
top, I suddenly yanked it up and over my head, turning, grabbing my
beer as I did so.  Tossing my top onto the table, I finished the turn
lifting my beer up to my mouth sipping from it.  I noticed as I did so,
Peter had been in the process of sipping on his too, and now held it
against his mouth, though he didn't drink.  The surprise at my sudden
action catching him totally off guard.  His eyes were wide, as I stood
there in front of him, my bare breasts both clearly revealed. 

"That better?" I asked. 

"Damn!"  He finally said lowering his bottle without having taken a
drink from it, drawing out the single word as though it were a sentence
all by itself.  I couldn't help but smile, his obvious appreciation was
disarming as he stood there staring at my tits.  As he did, I felt my
nipples immediately begin to stiffen, my rather large areola's
crinkling up excitedly.  And then my own eyes wandered.  Still leaning
against my kitchen counter, it was nigh impossible not to notice the
sudden growing bulge between his legs.  The tight fitting Levi shorts
he had on, simply not able to contain the press of his rapidly growing
prick as he stood there.  A fact that he became immediately aware of as
it became quickly uncomfortable. 

Once again I put my beer down on the table and sauntered over towards
him, my full breasts jutting out enticingly as I approached. 

"I hope you don't mind my asking..." he began.  "But are those real?" 

Peter was so innocent, so naive, that I'd quickly come to the conclusion
he was simply being himself, speaking his mind, putting words to his
thoughts before actually thinking them through.  I laughed. 

"See for yourself," I told him as I stepped up to stand there in front
of him, only inches separating the two of us.  I hadn't had children,
nor would I ever do so.  Something I had learned several years back.
Though in a way I was now glad I hadn't, my almost forty-year old
breasts looking as good as any woman's might half my age, especially as
big and full as they were, though they did rest against my ribcage a
bit heavier than they once had. 

Peter didn't need to be invited, or asked twice however as his hands
immediately came up to surround, and almost immediately begin kneading
my aroused flesh like a contented kitten. 

"Damn," he said again speaking his one word long drawn out sentence. 

"You like huh?" I purred back, enjoying the feel as he continued to
squeeze, press and now palm my hard erect nipples, rubbing them in
small gentle circles, which had the effect of releasing a driblet of
arousal between my legs.  Much more of that, because I hadn't worn any
panties, I knew I'd be soaking my crotch in no time.  My own newfound
boldness took over as well as I softly reached out, fingers easily
locating the firmness pressed against his pants.  I allowed my
fingernail to teasingly begin carving out an outline around his rock
hard shaft. 

"Ohh!" he moaned, shivering uncontrollably as I did that. 

"You like that too huh?" I grinned continuing to do so. 

"Oh fuck yeah," he said pinching one nipple a bit too firmly, but I
accepted the sweet momentary pain as being a sign of his ever-growing
need and lust as we stood there. 

Reaching over with my other hand, I quickly popped the button on his
jeans and then likewise began lowering the zipper on them too.  "So
Peter, have any of your ex-girlfriends given you a blowjob at least?" 

"Yeah, a couple of times, one did anyway...well, sort of." 

I looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised in question.   "What do you
mean by sort of?" 

"Well you know...she sucked on it a little, for a while.  But then she
took it out just before I came, didn't want to...well, you know.
But...she DID let me shoot all over her breasts, that was nice!" He
grinned remembering. 

I could tell by the expression on his face that even that had to have
been a major turning point in his life.  I rather enjoyed the feel of
that myself on occasion, but as he'd already experienced that, I
thought I'd give him something else even more pleasurable to remember.
Wordlessly, I finished unzipping his shorts.  The moment I had they
came loose falling all the way down to his ankles.  I had already half
suspected, and now confirmed, he hadn't been wearing anything beneath
them.  His young very aroused prick stood up thick and straight, not
overly huge by any means, but certainly well above the norm.  I held it
briefly in my hand, feeling the heat and throb of it as I caressed him
from prick tip to his balls, gently caressing them as we stood there.
I was enjoying the catch in his breath each and every time I slowly
stroked down, watching his shinny hard prick-tip unsheathe itself.
Even better, a nice pearly droplet of precum suddenly oozing from the
tiny eye-slit when I did. 

It was then that I dropped down onto my knees before he knew what I was
about.  My mouth suddenly surrounding the spear-like tip of his shaft,
his smooth head sliding in as my lips surrounded it, sucking it,
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh fuck...that's nice," he again drawled out the words, rolling them
over with his tongue as the excitement of the sensation became clearly
evidenced in the way he had spoken them. 

I cupped his now very tight ball sack in my hand, letting one finger
graze that tender little sweet spot in between his balls and ass, my
mouth now working ever so softly just the tip of his prick for a
moment.  I then engulfed him as fully as I could, nearly swallowing his
entire length, breathing through my nose as I did so, sucking, holding,
sucking him again as his knees weakened. 

"Fuck Debra...I'm not sure..." he stammered fighting with every bit of
strength he had left to keep from squirting off inside my mouth.  I
pulled away only for an instant. 

"Just enjoy," I told him..."Go ahead, cum in my mouth," I then said,
engulfing him again almost immediately.   And almost immediately, upon
doing that, I felt the first powerful spurt of his semen hitting the
roof of my mouth.  Admittedly it had caught me by surprise, even though
I thought I was prepared for it.  He had been closer than even I
thought he was.  I was ready for the second, and the third however as I
felt each one pulsating forcefully into my throat, nearly gagging as I
did so, there was so much of it! 

After half a dozen full charged jettisons of his spunk, Peter finally
ebbed off some, though still squirting.  I continued to drink his
essence down, savoring the musky, slightly salty flavor of him as I did
so.  I finally looked up, still licking his prick tip, digging into his
tiny eye-slit with my tongue as though to dig out whatever else
remained.  He still had his eyes closed, one hand resting on the
counter top for support, the other on the back of my head as he
shuddered, groaning pleasurably. 

He was still very firm as I stood, holding his prick in my hand, licking
my lips still tasting him.  Though he had softened a little, I was
always amazed at the resiliency of a young man's cock, remembering a
time or two myself how they could so quickly bounce back from a recent
spending.  Counting on that, hoping for it. 

"So Peter, have you ever licked a woman's pussy before?"  I stood,
feeling the wetness between my legs even more apparent than it had
been, knowing by now my crotch was totally soaked, already beginning to
wiggle out of my own shorts as I stood there in front of him. 

"Once," he offered.  "But all she did was giggle when I did it, so
eventually I gave up," he said honestly. 

"She giggled?"  I thought about that for a moment.   Obviously she
enjoyed it enough, so Peter had to have been doing something right,
though I was now curious to find out why for myself. 

"Yeah, I think it tickled more than felt good," he added.  "Anyway, that
was the only time." 

"But you're willing to do it again yes?" 

"Oh hell yes!" His eyes widening as he said that, my hand now taking his
in mine, though he didn't immediately step away with me as I pulled on
him.  Holding me at arm's length, he now looked down, his eyes boring
into my very displayed bare pussy.  "Wow, I've never seen one quite
like that before," he told me.  "Well, not since my sister was a baby
anyway," he then added. 

Once again I had to laugh, pulling on his arm again.  "Come on Peter,
come make me giggle." 

** 

Both of us naked, I led him upstairs towards my bedroom.  Looking back
as we reached the door, not at all surprised to see his cock firmly
hard again, sticking up and straight, his once pink tip swollen purple
now, his head throbbing as I led him over towards the bed making myself
comfortable.  I was half tempted to take him into my mouth again, but I
was hoping for more, a lot more. 

"Come lick my pussy Peter," I said giggling even then, liking the sound
of what I'd just said.   I felt wickedly horrid, delightfully obscene
as I lay back against the pillows, legs bent at the knee.  I knew he
could see very clearly the wet glistening lips of my sex, my own pussy
now swollen, puffy with desire as he placed himself there between my
wide open legs, for a moment just looking at me.  I was content to
allow him to do that, for a moment anyway.  And then I felt his finger
tip introduce itself to my tender little clit, making me jump when he
did that.  In an instant however, he had traded places with his finger,
his lips immediately capturing and sucking my clit, his tongue suddenly
and quite rapidly flicking my clit, and I knew then what had caused his
girlfriend to giggle. 

"Whoa sport!" I said pushing his head away for a moment.   "That little
man in the boat there?  It isn't a race, not yet anyway," I actually
giggled.  "Lick it slowly at first...softly, in fact, get me aroused
just a bit more, licking me elsewhere before directly tickling my clit.
 Let me get used to it before you actually do that," I instructed him.
"I think that's why your girlfriend giggled so much.  If you start
doing that too soon, it does actually tickle more than feel good," I
informed him. 

Much to my delight, he began doing just that.  I felt his tongue now
slowly explore my inner-self, fucking me gently with it.  His mouth now
capturing my swollen labia, sucking and gently chewing on my lips, one
finger now coming up to likewise probe my depths adding to the
escalating pleasure. 

"Oh yeah, that's it baby.  Much...much better," I cooed enjoying his
naïveté, his willingness to learn and explore as I lay there enjoying
his explorations.  He then reached up with his free hand, capturing one
of my nipples again, I playing with the other one myself as he rolled
my hard nub between his fingertips.  This time his pinch felt good,
once again adding to my own level of arousal.  "Hmm, yes, I like that,"
I told him.  "Pull on them baby, while you're now sucking my clit!" I
added. 

He went back to my clit, easily finding it, his mouth once again
surrounding, sucking, though this time a bit more gently than he had
before. 

"Yes, yes!  That's perfect, keep doing it like that!" I told him, his
finger slowly working itself in and out of my pussy, teasing my "G"
spot even though I was pretty sure he didn't know he was doing that.
Likewise, he did pull, still twisting, tugging on my hard extended
nipple, the pleasure-pain of his doing that now wanted, needed as he
likewise sucked in my clit.  There was no giggling now, no tickling.
Only the sweet, sweet joy of having my pussy licked so wonderfully, so
pleasurably after such a long, long fucking time! 

Almost as quickly as he had done, I felt myself reaching the edge.  I
thought about warning him, though I wasn't sure if I would, or
wouldn't...but then felt the beginning of my climax, too late to say
anything as I gave myself over to it. 

I did squirt a little, just enough to surprise him, though he continued
on sucking, licking and mouthing my cunt.  I saw stars going off inside
my head, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, against me...every
fiber of my being suddenly seized in what became one of the most
intensely satisfying orgasms of my entire life. 

I almost believe I had lost consciousness for a moment, coming around
again, only then realizing he had crawled up to lay next to me, though
his mouth now working on one of my still erect, somewhat sensitive
nipples.  The touch of his finger still inside, slowly stroking me, the
wetness of my spending clinging to it, the sounds he was making
slippery, squishy, sensually erotic. 

"Wow," he said simply. 

"Wow is right," I returned back leaning over to kiss him then deeply,
passionately rolling him over onto his back as I did so.  We kissed
again before I finally forced myself to sit up, looking down at him.
His cock hard as I'd ever seen it, perhaps even harder, throbbing all
on its own only inches away from my thoroughly drenched cunt.  "Peter?
I'm not expecting you to, if you don't want to..." 

"Fuck me Debra," he then told me, interrupting my sentence.  "I want to
fuck you too!" he added. 

I lifted up just enough to reposition myself, coming down once again,
not quite allowing him entry as I rested my wet split against the
length of his extremely hard dick.  I proceeded to slide back and forth
against him then, letting him feel my slickness as it bathed his
precious cock.  I enjoyed the feel of his hands as he reached up, once
again taking each of my breasts, molding them, teasing the nipples.  As
he did that, I felt his cock tip suddenly catch in the groove of my
split, in the very next second I moved up, and then down.  I felt, as
we both did, the entire length of his shaft suddenly penetrate, driving
up fully inside me. 

"Fuck!" he blurted out loudly. 

"Hold still," I now whispered.  "Just relax, feel it...and enjoy it for
a moment more before moving again." 

It had been a long, long time since I'd seen that look of pure unbridled
wonder and discovery.  I could see by his expression he was even now
hovering on the precipice of orgasm, fighting with all his might to
keep his prick from ejaculating inside me.  I held very still, though
teasing him a little with a contraction or two as I held a vice-like
grip on his prick with my cunt. 

"Whew...that was close," he said a moment later.  "Fuck...I've never
felt anything like this!" He then added, "And I thought your mouth felt
good!" 

I couldn't help but smile, looking down at his young boyish face filled
with so much surprise, wonder and pleasure.  "I'll hold still now at
first," I whispered.  "Move as much or as little as you want to.  Just
enjoy the sensation, what it's like as you begin fucking my pussy.  Not
too hard, not too fast, we're not in a race here either," I reminded
him. 

I held still, feeling Peter's tentative thrusts inside my pussy, the
slow easy way that he slid in, and then drew himself out, almost
torturous to us both before he again held himself still. 

"You're doing good," I told him.  "Now you lay still while I do you,
when you're ready..." I once again grinned at him.  He took a moment
more, steeling himself. 

"Ready." 

I moved upwards, enjoying the thrill of his penis as I slid over and
against it, feeling it not quite exit my cunt before I just as slowly
lowered myself down over it.  The thickness of his prick teasing the
walls of my cunt, his hardness almost chilling, as I then grounded
myself against him, rotating my hips briefly, grinding his meat inside. 

"Fuck!" He moaned audibly as I repeated the tease, once again up, and
then down, ever so slowly, sitting upon him his prick tip tickling my
cervix.  "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out," he freely
admitted.  "I almost lost it that time," he grinned boyishly, a bit
embarrassed by the admission.  "And, don't I need to pull out?" He now
asked a bit worriedly. 

"I'm totally safe, so you can spunk me as much as you'd like," as I
clenched his prick with my pussy again, using my muscles to caress him
with. 

"Fuck," he moaned pleasurably, feeling it as I did.  "Can we do it again
when I do?" 

I couldn't help but laugh.   "Sure we can, as much as you'd like unless
you have other plans," I assured him.  "I think it depends more on you
doesn't it?" 

"I just didn't want you to be too disappointed in me," he stated.
"Might take several minutes for me to get hard again.  Sometimes when I
jerk off, it can take as much as ten, sometimes fifteen minutes before
I can get hard again." 

"That long huh?" I teased as I slid up and down the length of his shaft.
 Peter now thrusting inside me as I did, the two of us now finally
moving together as one, meeting one another with a sudden rapidity that
could be heard in the slap of flesh against flesh as our fucking
finally took on some urgency. 

"Oh fuck!" He warned moments later, though neither one of us slowed down
or backed off, our coupling if anything growing wilder, harder as he
slammed into my pussy from below, and as I met him just as fiercely
from above, moments later hearing, and then feeling his first massive
spurt as he began filling me.  As he did, I felt my own pussy gush,
gush again, and then spurt.  My juices just as powerfully squirting
from my own cunt now as I came, joining him in his own sweet pleasured
bliss.  We drenched one another completely, saturating the sheets on my
bed, though neither one of us seemed to mind as we rolled over one
another.  Crazily, wildly, Peter now kneeling between my legs, his
prick thrusting in and out of me like a machine, his prick still
squirting inside almost magically still. 

We collapsed, breathless, spent.  Each one of us trying to gather out
wits about us as we rocked back and forth, still slowly coupling though
the intensity of the mutual orgasm itself was long since passed. 

"I think I could stay inside you forever," he informed me. 

Now I did giggle, loud and long.  "Baby?  As hard as you still are,
you're welcome to remain right where you are, for as long as you want
to!" 

Ten minutes later, we were fucking like minks, Peter spearing me with
that magnificent cock of his from above now, as I lay below him, rising
up to greet each and every thrust as he pounded me into sweet oblivion.
 Just before he came this time however, I did make him pull out. 

"Squirt it on my tits baby," I asked.  "I want to see you cum this
time." 

I wasn't disappointed either. 

** 

We were resting side by side, still lightly caressing one another when
the phone rang.  I looked up at the clock, it was just after three in
the afternoon then. 

"Hello?" 

"Well?  Did you or didn't you?" My sister asked.  "I figured since I
hadn't heard back from you before now, that you probably hadn't, or I
would have," she chuckled. 

At first I didn't say anything, just contentedly laying there still half
in a dream. 

"Well?  Did you, or didn't you?" she asked a bit irritably. 

"Here, ask him yourself," I told her handing the phone to Peter as I
slithered down between his legs, once again taking his cock into my
mouth, gently sucking it. 

"Hello?" he asked pleasurably and then laughed.  "Oh yeah, we did...four
times now in fact," he said proudly.  "What?  Oh...well, she's sort of
busy at the moment," he told her, and then put his hand over the
mouthpiece speaking to me.  "She wants to know what you're so busy
doing that you can't talk to her at the moment," he asked. 

"So tell her," I laughed, taking his cock back into my mouth, delighting
in the fact it was already stiffening so magnificently again. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah...really," I mouthed not removing my lips. 

"Joyce?  Well uh...she told me to tell you, she's ah...oh fuck, she's
a...sucking my dick at the moment.   Yeah...she really is," he moaned
deeply into the phone.  "What?  Oh...ok, I will," he laughed hanging
up. 

"What did she say?" I asked. 

"She said she was on her way over," he moaned as I took him in as far
and as deeply as I could before speaking again. 

"Why does that not surprise me?" I chuckled.  "Think you can handle the
two of us?" I then asked. 

"I don't know, maybe.  But I'd sure as hell like to find out!" 

"Yeah, me too," I grinned as I nursed his cock back to full hardness,
expecting to hear the sound of my front door opening any moment now.
But that too had been a mistake.  He was lousy in bed, looking out only
for himself.

Like I had been doing, I then swore another oath of chastity on myself
(at least through a minimum of six dates) before allowing so much as a
titty fondle.  So far, I'd managed to go the distance of three dates
with the men Joyce, my sister had sent my way.  Either they were in too
big a hurry to take me to bed, or I knew at the end of three dates we
simply weren't compatible.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she had told me one
morning.  "I mean I'm glad to see you're at least going out once in a
while, but you're getting more and more moody with each passing day
too," she then added.  Which was true...I had been.

Going without sexual release just simply wasn't normal for me.  Not that
I didn't masturbate, because I did.  Every single day, and sometimes
twice.  But that was more like a stress-relief kind of an orgasm, and
not a pleasurable "felt like I'd died and gone to heaven," kind of a
climax.   That kind I hadn't had for longer than I cared to think
about.

"Yeah, I know...just not easy these days," I told her.  "I'm nearing
forty, and at the moment most of the good ones are already taken.
Seems like all I'm getting are the ones more like my ex, who's now out
doing what they are.  Looking for an easy score, fresh new pussy, and
no commitment."

"Well?  Maybe that's what you should be doing right now.  Just relax,
enjoy yourself.  The right man will come along when it's time Debra.
Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours."

I laughed at that.  "Oh?  And what's so silly about that?  If you
remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be
my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or
something.  And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with
since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds.  Next thing I
know he's laying next to me, snoring away in my bed.  Damned if I'm
ever going to let that happen again!" I responded back.

I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in
my sister's back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly
noisier inside my sister's kitchen.  On most Saturdays, I had gotten in
the habit of driving over to my sister's house for an early morning cup
of coffee and weekly gossip.  Having been doing so for so long, and
since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I'd gotten in the
habit of just driving over, usually in nothing more than a wife-beater
tee shirt, panties, and if I even remembered to grab it, my robe.  This
was one of those days when I hadn't even bothered to bring that as warm
as it already was.  I glanced up at the clock on my sister's wall, it
was barely past seven.

"Isn't that a little early to be mowing the lawn?" I asked standing up
as though to freshen my coffee though I was curious to see who'd be
mowing my sister's yard at this god-forsaken hour of the morning.  I
stood looking out the window.

"That's probably Peter," Joyce said now standing, walking over to join
me as the two of us stood looking out the window together.  "As hot as
it's been getting lately, he likes to get an earlier start before it
gets too unbearably hot to mow the lawn."  She paused for just a
moment, adding.  "Cute butt on him isn't it?" She now asked.

He was obviously young, but very handsome and good looking for his age.
"How'd you end up with a hottie like that mowing your yard for you?" I
asked still glaring out the window at him.

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The Stalker (Part 2) – A Masturbatory Interlude: Act 2; Scene 2.

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Act 2; Scene 2 

I don't think I've spent many happier mornings at work.  I slump unseen
behind the ‘privacy screen' at my workstation and although my computer
screen flickers before me, all my eyes can see is his pulsing, trapped
cock standing exposed in the morning light.  Sliding down in my seat, I
replay my morning's adventure; the weight of his cock on my tongue, the
touch of his pubic hair against my skin, the saltiness of his precum
dancing around my saliva soaked mouth. 

Somehow my hand slips between my legs.  I'm sure I didn't mean it to and
I try my best to resist.  I cross my ankles and squeeze my knees
together but my short skirt rides up exposing my lace stocking tops and
creamy thighs.  With gentle caresses my beautifully manicured
fingertips seduce them apart as they stroke up my sensitised skin
until, at last, they find the blood swollen puffiness of my labia.
They are so beautifully presented today; my triple headed razor and
vanilla moisturiser leaving them soft, smooth and scented.  No wonder
my fingers desire them so; no wonder they want to touch, to stroke and
caress every square millimetre of the engorged and sensitised flesh
that quivers beneath them. 

I pick up a pen, hold it against my bottom lip, feel it quivering
against my teeth, fix my unseeing eyes on the VDU and try my best not
to moan as my fingers find the primped and preened smoothness of my
vagina.  Unwillingly I allow my hips to push forward, my thighs to part
and those base fingers to find the sodden, liquid entrance to my sex.
There they hover; teasing me with their presence, with the faintest of
touches of their perfect fingernails and soft caresses of their fleshy
pads.  My pussy leans into them begging attention; demanding
satisfaction. 

"He really did have the most beautiful cock." 

They enter me; those bad, naughty fingers push deep into my soft flesh,
lubricated by the tell-tale juices of my arousal.  I grab at them with
my muscles, clamp my thighs shut around them, and try to restrain their
wanton thrusting.  My hand cups my pubis; palm pushing hard against the
throbbing neediness of my clitoris; and as the ripples of pleasure
resonate throughout my groin; as I feel the steady trickle of my juices
flowing from my pussy to moisten my anus, dampen my arse and stain my
chair, I realise that resistance is futile. 

"And those tight little balls; so aromatic, so succulent, so
flavoursome; how divinely they pulsed in my soft, warm mouth, how
delightfully they quivered on my tongue." 

A noise escapes my gaping mouth ... was it a pant or a moan?  I bite
down on my hand, filling my mouth with flesh, urging it to silence.  My
hips are becoming insistent, thrusting forward assertively and
skewering the spread petals of my sex on the thick stamen of my
fingers.  My clitoris, crushed beneath my palm, slides itself back and
forth in a sea of wetness as my vaginal muscles contract fiercely. 

"And the divine feel of his cock sliding between my thighs, seeking
out my liquid core as I rode along its length, as I masturbated myself
on his poor trapped shaft." 

I raise my head, my eyes scanning the office, guilt and need written in
bold capitals across my face, my moist thighs squeezing tightly around
my persistent hand beneath my desk.  I feel my deviant digits sliding
out of me leaving my pussy empty, dribbling and panting with desire.
They slide up to my cum slick clitoral nub, my fingernails flicking
across my sensitive flesh.  I shudder at the sudden explosion of
sensation; breath pulled deep into my lungs, my mouth parted and my
eyes wide with expectation. 

Somewhere in my mind an image builds; not an experience but a hope, a
desire.  My hand wrapped around his taut cock, the cable tie biting
deep into his flesh, every inch of him straining desperate for release. 

I can do that for him; as my fingers flick their way across my insistent
clitoris, as they abrade its quivering sensitised flesh, as my stiff,
upright body quivers at its workstation, the hand in my mind kneads,
strokes, caresses until... 

Huge globules of cum spurt forth from his trapped and straining cock
splattering across my face and hair in a never ending creamy downpour,
sizzling on my skin, searing my flesh, load after load coating my
breasts, collecting in my hair, dribbling down my cheek, turning me
into the cum covered slut I ache to be in my dreams. 

And as his blessed benediction rains down on my upturned face my
miserable miscreant fingers drive deep into the saturated abyss of my
pussy sending me spiralling ever downward until I am consumed in the
bottomless pit of my own pleasure.  Miserable sinner that I am; I cum
for him. 

There we will have to leave me for a little while; sat at my desk, a
contented smile flickering around my mouth, my petite body shaking
slightly as the ripples of my orgasm warm me, my fingers firmly
embedded beneath my skirt lost in the humid, sodden folds of my sex.
Around me the world continues to turn; mice are clicked, phones ring,
paper is shuffled, business is done and other people get on with their
lives. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Clara Bow has a problem; just a little one, an inconvenience that
makes every day a small trial.  She has an intense fear of being locked
inside a toilet cubicle, of being stranded with no way out as some dark
form towers over her, forcing her to lower her panties around her
ankles, to display herself naked before him, to squat with widespread
legs and splash her ‘pee-pee' against the pristine porcelain as he
delights in her desecration. 

She's not claustrophobic; elevators cupboards, the cramped spaces of The
Underground hold no fears but the necessary act of urinating in a
confined space can almost bring her to her knees in terror. 

There is a memory lurking untouched in her mind.  On occasion, when she
feels brave and can feel the heat of the sun on her face, she will
reach out with trembling fingers to grasp it, confront it and expel
this demon from her life.  But as her fingers grope their way through
the darkness she can feel it sliding away before her, taunting her
impotence as it eludes her, leaving her nauseous and empty handed once
more. 

At home she luxuriates in the delight of bright lights, an open doorway
and the freedom to ‘avail herself of the facilities' as and when she
pleases.  Public places, however, are a trial and at work she limits
her liquid intake and times her visits to ‘the little girl's room' to
avoid the mid-morning, lunchtime and mid-afternoon rushes. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Claude Rains ruminates daily on the fact that his pension plan
provided such insignificant returns.  Forty years of service, man and
boy, for RioPlace plc should have been enough for him to retire in
comfort, should have allowed him to buy that cottage in Bideford where
he could have spent his days walking the rambling lanes and footpaths
of his youth. 

Those youthful memories have faded and all that now remains is misty
images of golden summers, of transistor radios playing The Beatles and
The Stones, of miniskirts and bare legs, of Triumph motorbikes and
lying besides babbling streams with Edie's chestnut haired head resting
against his chest. 

Edie passed away three years ago and RioPlace had finally wobbled its
way into administration and eventual closure two years earlier.
"Corporate Raiders" and "Asset Striping" had been The City buzzwords at
the time ... theft was what it had been.  RioPlace's pension fund had
been picked clean so that the City vultures could spend their days
getting squiffy on champagne and then piss the future that Edie and he
had dreamed of, that they'd worked for their entire lives, up against
the stainless steel urinals of Bishopsgate's wine bars and gastropubs. 

The security job had been a financial and emotional necessity.  It got
him out of their empty house full of the ghosts of the past and the
crushed dreams of the future.  It put some money in his pocket and
helped to fill some of the endless hours that no longer had any
purpose.  He spent his days mostly in the Security Office watching the
close circuit cameras, interacting with the world by intercom and
waiting for the day he could once again rest his head alongside his
beloved Edie's. 

10.15 And that strange woman from Peat & Jones Accountants is making her
morning visit to the toilet; punctual as ever.  That's it dearie, door
open, panties down, let Uncle Claude see you tinkle.  It's not much of
a show but it beats watching those damn pigeons flapping around the car
park. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------- 

I don't know what you think of me but it can't be good.  Really I've
only got myself to blame; we have only spent a couple of hours together
and I don't think I've shown you my best side.  Please believe me when
I tell you that I'm a nice person and this sort of behaviour is most
unlike me.  Yes, I may be sexually voracious, may have spent many a
weekend night rubbing myself against whichever muscular body would buy
me a drink and offer me the promise of so much more.  Yes I have lacked
judgement; happily offering myself in exchange for nights spent
writhing beneath the onslaught of some cock whilst his sweat covered
body pins me to the bedding and stagnant breath plays across my face. 

I admit that on occasion I may have lost myself to obsession; phoned
more often than I ought, fretted about his whereabouts until I simply
had to find him.  That I have clung to dreams when clearly I was just
another warm and willing body to be taken down an alley, skewered by
his resplendent cock and thrust repeatedly against the rough brickwork
until my back bled and my pretty frock was ruined. 

I may from time to time have been known to flirt a little; to play with
my hair and finger my lips, to flutter my lashes and stroke a cheek, to
wear my heels high and my skirts short, to dangle a foot and wiggle my
bum, to push my breasts out and linger in the kiss; but I have always
delivered on my promises and have never offered what I wasn't prepared
to share. 

I know that I have failings; that I've not always been a good girl, but
"If you prick me do I not bleed? If you tickle me do I not laugh? If
you poison me do I not die?"  It is just that I have been
unbearably lonely and finding love has become such a difficult quest.
Must I forever be assigned second fiddle?  Do I not have wants and
needs, dreams and desires, hopes and aspirations?  Is it not fair that
I get a turn at being a conductor, a composer, an auteur? Don't I have
the right to a little attention? 

Nevertheless, I feel that I should apologise for what is about to
happen.  Even though I loathe my job I have always been a model
employee; diligent, respectful and hardworking.  I really don't know
what I was thinking.  I've lost my head to lust, lost my heart to a
pretty boy and his slender cock.  I have never masturbated at my desk
before and certainly never made appointments to meet young men in the
ladies' toilets during work hours.  I feel embarrassed and ashamed of
my behaviour, so please do try not to judge me too harshly. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------- 

I am unused to such exciting mornings and the mirrored walls of the
elevator reflect a somewhat dishevelled me.  I do my best; straighten
my clothing, fluff my hair and with dampened finger remove the small
make-up runs beneath my eyes.  I may not be perfect but I will have to
do. 

The third floor is deserted; it is only partially let and always has the
air of waiting expectantly for the return of the 90's commercial
property boom.  The toilets are to the rear of the elevators and I walk
quickly to them conscious of the fact that I'm late. 

He's not here.  I open the door to the washroom; peer inside to find
three opened door cubicles staring back at me.  I check my watch, chew
on my lip and tap my foot rapidly in time to the hammering in my chest.
 I raise my wrist again, watch the second hand circle the clock face,
feel my nerves starting to shred, guilt spreading up to hue my face
red.  I'm caught uncertain as to whether to stay or go.  I push the
door open once more in case he has ‘magicked' himself into the washroom
and then, when I turn, there he is trotting down the corridor the bulge
of his cock obvious in his trousers. 

"I ..." 

"Come on." 

I close my hand about his wrist and drag him unresistingly into the
ladies. 

"I shouldn't be in here." 

I'm between him and the door, backing him up, herding him towards the
middle cubicle. 

"We're really busy.  Someone will miss me.  If you could just get
this thing off me then I'll go." 

He's sheepish, unconfident, his face crimson.  Even though he's a head
taller than me it feels as if I'm looming over him and as I step
forward he shuffles backwards. 

"Of course I'm happy to do that for you." 

I take a small step forward, my hands running down my hips, smoothing
the wrinkles in my skirt, accentuating the narrowness of my waist and
the slight swell of my pubic mound. 

"Do you have a razor blade or a Stanley Knife?" 

The question stops his backward shuffling, allowing me to close the
space between us.  We're stood at the doorway to the cubicle, our
bodies inches apart, the air pregnant with intent.  He shakes his head,
hair flicking enticingly across his forehead, his face crumpled in
concern. 

"No." 

"Then we have a small problem." 

I put my hands on his chest, feel his heart pounding beneath them, and
push gently as I take a dainty step forward forcing him to reciprocate
with a backward movement.  I raise myself onto tiptoe, lower my voice
to a whisper, my mouth inches from his ear, and the skin of my cheek
caressing his. 

"We either slice it off or we need to make you cum and seeing as
neither of us has a blade ..." 

My nerveless hands find his belt. 

Clara Bow, skirt hoisted at her waist, panties around her ankles,
squeezes hard.  Normally it's so hard to pee but now she's finding it
impossible not to.  Taking her hand she cups it over her vagina,
pressing her beaded labia shut.  Droplets of urine collect in her palm.
 She clamps her thighs together, closes her eyes and tries to find that
happy sunshine place where light dappled the trees and blades of grass
tickled the undersides of her feet as she ran barefoot and carefree.
Escaping the here and now, she rushes back to a time when she was young
and innocent; to the memory of a place before she was besmirched. 

Claude Rains, startled by the new entertainment guiltily gives thanks to
whichever God felt it was necessary to put cameras in this office
block's toilets, dunks a Rich Tea Finger in his coffee and settles back
to watch the show. 

"Show me.  I need to see it." 

My voice is urgent, demanding.  My hands rip at his trousers and
underwear until his cock springs free and his clothing pools around his
ankles.  Whatever resistance he had is gone; his mouth hangs loosely
open, his eyes are squeezed shut, his breathing heavy and his chest
quivering beneath his clothes. 

Plastic and flesh just make the most perfect combination.  When I took
possession of his poor neglected cock just this very morning, it was a
slender delicate morsel; a mouthful to be rolled about my tongue, to be
salivated over as I savoured his flavour and filled my nostrils with
his musk.  It was a boy's toy eager to play in the big grown up world
and hoping to make up for its lack of length and girth with youthful
enthusiasm. 

Now, with its beautiful plastic collar biting quite cruelly into its
flesh, with its tag all properly completed with its owners name and
address hanging beneath, with its smooth shiny cock head purple and
swollen, with its base tender from where the cable constricts it, and
with the blood of enthusiasm pumping through his veins, he has grown.
What was once a titbit to get your taste buds flowing is now a feast to
be bitten, chewed, masticated and sucked dry of all its sweet
flavourings and I have a cum dripping orifice all eager and ready to
devour every swollen inch. 

I take him between my thumb and finger, stroke him gently, exploring
every raised bump, throbbing vein and slight dimple.  I feel him
vibrating beneath my touch, spasming as the soft pads of my fingertips
walk their way up and down his length.  I reach beneath him with my
other hand and cusp his balls, their soft hairs tickling at my palm as
I gently knead him.  He is so very red and swollen, poor thing; such an
unfair torture to be inflicted on one so young and innocent.  The
horrible plastic tie bites quite cruelly into his cock and the flesh to
either side of it looks quite sore.  Tenderly, I stroke him there and
he jerks back with a sharp intake of breath. 

"Please ... be gentle." 

He looks quite helpless standing there shaking, his face lightly sheened
with sweat; helpless and vulnerable.  Poor boy!  But I know what he
needs; a guiding hand to lead him through this valley of darkness; one
that will cool his fevered brow and release him from his torments.  A
soft hand, a gentle hand, a prettily manicured hand with soft
moisturised skin just like the one I have wrapped around his cock.
Yes, he will be safe in my hands. 

I squeeze his cock firmly, feel him wince at the pain, and push him back
the last couple of steps until his calves touch the toilet.  I release
my grip and he sits unbidden as I turn and shove home the bolt and then
put my back to the door. 

"You have the most beautiful cock.  Do you know that?  I'm sure you
do.  Look at it; see it's perfect, just big enough to fill my wet pussy
but not too big that it wouldn't slide nicely into my arse or choke me
if I swallowed it whole." 

I've spread my legs wide, pushing my feet to the outer edges of the
cubicle, my fingers pulling at the hem of my skirt causing it to ride
up and allowing me to exhibit myself for his appreciation.  I want him
to admire it all; my pubis, clean shaven and baby smooth that curves
downwards to the beauteous mounds of my heavily swollen labia and
protruding from them my soaked lips glistening with moisture, begging
to be folded outwards by finger, tongue, or cock so that my gorgeous
pink slit can receive the pleasure it is due.  He's staring at me
greedily; his tongue playing across his lips imagining the feast to
come.  I step towards him, my fingers busily unbuttoning my fitted
shirt eager to show him the slender delights of this body that could so
easily be his. 

"Do you stroke it?" 

We're toe to toe; static electricity crackling through the air between
us.  I've lowered my voice to my best seductive murmur; breathy with
just a hint of lisp, every word falling from my lips heavy with the
promise of sex. 

"You must do, it's so wonderful.  If this was my cock I'd have
problems keeping my hands off it.  Do you lie in bed at night and run
your fingers across it?" 

The final button of my shirt comes undone; I shrug it from my shoulders
and allow it to fall to the disinfected floor.  My small breasts stand
free and proud, my pierced and swollen nipples thrusting their
glittering hearts and flowers jewellery forward for his veneration.  I
place my hands on his thighs and lean into him causing my jewellery to
sway mesmerically beneath my breasts glinting as they reflect the
artificial light. 

"Do you squeeze it in your whole hand or run your fingers across it
lightly?" 

I straddle his knees presenting my glistening sex for his admiring
appraisal.  My thighs are damp against the burning heat of his flesh,
my pussy lips parting to reveal my clitoris peeking from beneath its
fleshy hood and the entrance of my sex dripping with the juices of my
desire. 

"And what do you think about?  What do you fantasise about as you
slide your hand up and down your cock?" 

I reach forward with my left hand, find his wrist and guide his hand to
his cock. 

"A girlfriend, perhaps?" 

I wrap his fingers around his throbbing shaft, hold his hand in mine. 

"Or some buxom glamour model from the pages of FHM." 

My right hand slides down between my soaking thighs. 

"Do you think of me?" 

I slide a finger between my labia; find my clitoris screaming angrily
for attention. 

"I need you to think of me." 

I slide his unresisting hand down his cock as my finger travels slowly
over my clitoral nub. 

"I want you to think of me." 

I'm masturbating both of us; slowly, gently, sedately, eager to feel
every shudder of his cock beneath our entwined hands and every pulse of
my throbbing clitoris beneath my fingers. 

"Dream of me." 

I'm picking up the tempo; his foreskin sliding up to kiss the base of
his cockhead, his tip nodding and dancing with every movement, his
tight little balls swinging beneath him as my hand finds the rhythm of
his need.  I squeeze at his hand pushing our digits deeper into his
flesh, dig a fingernail into his skin and feel him squirm as we ride up
and down his length in unison.  Another fingernail, strengthened and
sharpened, digs into the softness of my clitoris causing me to gasp at
the suddenness of the assault.  I wriggle on his thigh to escape but
only succeed in embedding myself even more fixedly on my shameless,
abusive and probing fingers. 

My eyes have become fixated on the glorious, swollen mass of his cock
but through sheer willpower and strength of character, I manage to drag
them free and persuade them to wander up his shaking torso to find his
face.  His head is thrown back, eyes closed, long thick lashes
caressing his cheeks, his mouth moving constantly, his teeth nibbling
at his soft full lips and then falling open as he pants. 

I lean into him, trapping our joined hands beneath me, feeling his cock
jumping against my belly.  He's distracted by his own lust and I
haven't brought him this far for him not to give me what I require.  I
need him to be clear as to my expectations.  It is necessary that he
gives me what I want. 

Otherwise, just what is the point? 

I still the movement of our hands, wait until I have his full attention
and then, as if speaking to a child, I enunciate slowly and clearly my
requirements. 

"I want to watch you.  I want to see what you do when you're alone in
your bed.  I want you to fill your mind with me as you slide your hand
down your length, as you pummel your cock with your hand.  I want you
to cum for me.  I want to watch it erupt from your smooth, silky head
and feel it burning into my skin." 

I sit back up, raising myself to my full height, my eyes boring into
his, daring him to moan or whine, challenging him to beg me for more
than he deserves.  Gradually I loosen my fingers, untangle them and
allow them to slide up the inside of my cum slick thighs, leaving him
free to show me what a good boy he can be, giving him the opportunity
to demonstrate that he is a stalker deserving of being noticed and
could maybe with proper care and attention become that special somebody
I've been endlessly seeking. 

Slowly but surely his hand starts to move; with his thumb and finger
touching each other delicately they form a ring far more gentle and
forgiving than the rigid plastic at his base.  Tiny nibbles on his taut
foreskin give way to more exploratory caresses of his shaft.  Gradually
he increases the pressure, his strokes becoming faster, longer, harder,
taking in the length of his cock between head and cable tie.
Occasionally he slides a finger over his pulsing slit: once he pauses
and squeezes firmly holding it tightly as he whimpers.  My own hand is
lost amongst the folds of my sex, my own need urgent and between the
strokes of his hand and the probing of my fingers I beg him for
release. 

"Please cum.  Please cum for me." 

He whimpers a response, his hand thrusting along his length, his body
quivering with tension. 

A soft sob accompanies every stroke of his magnificent manhood.  Girly
crying as his climax approaches, as his hand slides smoothly up and
down his length, as his body twitches, as his thighs shake beneath me,
with eyes screwed shut, nostrils flared and mouth agape he pants
noisily towards release. 

I hear it again; more of a sob this time and realisation slaps me across
the face.  He's not whimpering; it's coming from the next cubicle but I
really don't care anymore.  My world view has been reduced to five
inches of throbbing flesh, the hand that massages it and waiting for
that glorious moment when his cum splashes across my trembling body. 

He has switched to short strokes; thumb and finger rubbing furiously at
his stretched foreskin; the slit in his swollen purple head expanding
and dilating, his shaft shuddering beneath his fingers. 

"I'm ..." 

"I'm ..." 

His eyes shoot open staring blankly into space, his body jerks upwards,
and goes completely stiff, his hand, which a moment ago was a blur,
stops dead in its tracks, his cock is visibly swelling and contracting
before my eyes. 

"Going ..." 

I reach forward and grab his cock in my hand almost swooning with
delight as his heat burns into my flesh. 

Whimpers, pants, grunts and sobs assail my ears; male and female
entwined, his and hers, pleasure and suffering, all joining in a
cacophony of noise.  I ignore them all and focus on my prize cock; this
wondrous flesh so alive beneath my fingers, this cum filled shaft that
throbs desperate to shoot its creamy offering on to the altar of my
breasts. 

"To ..." 

I squeeze as hard as I can just behind his cockhead trapping his hand
beneath mine.  His cock is rigid, 100% spunk filled gristle quaking in
my firm grip.  I can feel the tension of his cum beneath my fingers
pushing upwards desperate for release.  A single breath across his tip
could send him over the top, a lick of my saliva soaked tongue could
push him beyond any control, a flick of a finger, a squeeze or gentle
slide of my hand down his length could turn me into the cum drenched
girl of my dreams. 

I drive our hands hard down his swollen length, across the cable tie and
smash it into his pubis.  Instantly a single spurt of cum erupts from
his cock tip and splatters menacingly on my chest.  He's pulsing but
still the cable restricts him.  I push our hands upwards; position them
ready, watch his slit contracting desperate to be of service, give his
fingers a gentle squeeze and then ram our entwined hands down his
length once more. 

There's no stopping now; no more teasing pauses.  He wants to cum and I
need to be coated with his heavenly nectar.  Our hands piston up and
down his cock, pumping his cum beyond the plastic band, and driving it
to his cockhead.  His balls pulse.  His shaft shudders uncontrollably.
I'm shouting at him; urging him to cum, demanding he splatter me with
his seed, that he drench me, soak me and make of me an adorable little
cum covered slut. 

Hot liquid splashes against my face and neck; thick globules of sticky
cum that start to slide down my skin immediately.  More lands on my
chest and breasts and I shudder, delighted by their assault.  His smell
is everywhere; a thick musk that invades my nostrils and fills my
mouth.  My ears fill with whimpers and sobs, my eyesight blurs, my head
spins, and my hand rides the length of his cock repeatedly.  My torso
ignites in a thousand pinpricks of sensation as it bathes in the fiery
brimstone cast down upon it by my new phallic god. 

So this is heaven. 

I slam my fingers deep into the soft, yearning crevice of my pussy and
cum and cum and cum. 

It is a lovely journey full of symphonic music, bright lights and
exploding stars and it is a long time before I can persuade myself to
return to the here and now.  Gradually I regain control of my
breathing, force my eyelids off my eyes and try to bring grey,
stainless steel reality into focus.  He's slumped backwards, panting
heavily, eyes shut and chest heaving so I sit for a minute watching him
in repose and luxuriate in the feel of his cum trickling slowly down my
torso.  I allow my fingers to wander across my chest, dipping their
tips in the pools and streams until they have quite coated themselves
with his divine fluids.  They are quite filthy so I let them rest
awhile in my mouth, my lips closing around their base as my tongue
explores every wrinkle of their surface, cleansing them of their creamy
muck and as my tongue goes about its task, my eyes wander down to the
source of those flavoursome fluids as it reposes happily in his groin.
I watch the final few droplets ooze from his cock's tip and, not
wanting to waste such a precious liquid, I lean forward, take his
slowly deflating cock in my mouth and lap the last drips of his
pleasure into my deserving mouth. 

I have promised him freedom and he has proved himself deserving.  I can
rely on him I'm sure.  He will never desert me not now I have shown him
how joyous I will make his life.  I slide my lips down him, sucking him
deep into my dribbling mouth, reaching down to find his captive band.
He is softening and I take the plastic between my teeth and wriggle it
over his poor abraded length ignoring his sudden winces and anguished
cries.  His head is so raw and swollen that it gets quite stuck and I
struggle to release him.  He is most unhelpful; wriggling and moaning
plaintively, but finally, with teeth, saliva and lips I manage to drag
it off him. 

I sit back up on his thighs, the plastic tie held between my teeth like
a baby O'Ring.  He starts to say something but I stop him with a finger
to the lips and raise myself onto shaky legs, and indicate that he
should dress.  I listen to the rustle of his clothing, the noise of his
zipper sliding shut and the sound of a buckled belt barring admission
but neither sobs nor whimpers vibrate across my ear. 

He wants to get away now.  I can't tell whether he's scared of being
caught or just eager to get back to work.  I haven't dressed; my naked
chest gleams with his cum, my nipples hard beneath the air
conditioning.  He wants to squeeze past me, to open the door and run
away but I'm not quite ready for him to do that just yet. 

I hold up my finger; dangled around it like an oversized ring is the
cable tie with my luggage label attached.  He reaches for it
hesitantly. 

"Take it." 

An order, assertively delivered is never denied. 

"You are going to call me." 

"Um, yeah, sure." 

Very unconvincing. 

"And you could visit; my address is on there and you do live quite
close." 

He looks at the label suspiciously as if it's a bomb and could explode
in his hand at any moment. 

"Actually tonight would be good.  Why don't you come around about
8.30." 

I rush on not giving him a chance to refuse. 

"And you could bring a friend." 

He's looking at me like I'm mad. 

"The nice one that you sit with at lunch, the one with the tight
trousers and dark, brooding looks.  What's his name?" 

His head must be as fuzzy as mine for it takes him a moment to remember.

"Keenan." 

"Bring Keenan.  I'm sure that the three of us could find lots of fun
things to do together." 

Before he can answer, I slide the bolt back and with almost impolite
haste push him out of the cubicle and off towards the washroom door and
in an instant, with barely a backward glance, he is gone. 

No sooner does the door slam shut than the sobbing starts up again.  I
step out of the cubicle; the door to the end one now seems to be nearly
closed.  Whoever she is, that's where she is.  For a moment I consider
shrugging on my shirt and then exiting stage right in a clatter of
heels, but I may be the cause of those sobs and no matter how badly you
might think of me, I'm not someone to walk away from another human
being in distress.  Sighing inwardly I push open the cubicle door. 

She's sat huddled on the toilet; every part of her squeezed together in
an attempt to make herself as small as possible.  Her knickers hang off
one ankle and she has twisted up her skirt into a small knot of fabric
that with one hand she is hugging against her stomach and her other
hand seems to be buried between her tightly squeezed thighs.  Tears and
make-up stain her cheek, her eyes are red, her nose running, her bottom
lip swollen from where she's bit it and her whole body shakes as she
sobs. 

It's a stupid thing to say, but I said it. 

"It's okay." 

Huge sobs explode in her chest, her mouth falls open panting heavily,
and tears spring afresh from her eyes. 

And because it has worked so well first time, I repeat it again and
again and again. 

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." 

When quite evidently it is not. 

Not knowing what to do, I hug her; pulling her head against my chest,
encircling her in my arms, stroking her hair and back as I repeat "It's
okay" over and over again as gently as my voice allows. 

She's a stranger.  If I've seen her before then I don't remember her,
but perhaps she's one of those people who sits quietly off to one side
and goes about her life unnoticed by those of us who demand attention.
Maybe she's always there; in the office, the canteen or passed in
corridors, but in a world where there is only just enough room for my
needs she is a mere shadow that flits past unseen. 

I don't really have time for other people's pain and suffering and I'm
not normally very good at these situations, but I persevere and
something I've done must be right because gradually I can feel her
breathing calming and her sobbing subside.  It's only then that I
realise that not only am I still naked above my skirt but I've spent
the last few minutes holding her face against my cum drenched chest.
Embarrassed as to my condition, I repeat my magical mantra though
perhaps as much for my benefit as for hers. 

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." 

Yes, it is going to be okay.  Her crying stops, she lets go of her skirt
and encircles my waist with her arm pushing her hot face into my
rapidly cooling skin.  I stroke her hair with the back of my hand and
whisper soothing sounds.  She nuzzles into me in response, her nose a
damp caress contrasting with the fiery heat of her cheeks.  The sobs in
her throat have become murmured words; barely audible, unidentifiable
sentences that her mouth forms and expels into the flesh of my breasts. 

"It's okay." 

Words fail her and the murmuring stops but still her tear dampened lips
move against my smooth flesh.  I feel her embrace tighten about me;
fingers digging into my skin, her arm crushing my ribs, her face
pressed ever deeper into the small fleshy mound of my breast, her mouth
moving constantly against my skin until finally I realise. 

Her tongue snakes out and I feel its tip wet against me, feel it slide
across, feel it lapping at my startled body, feel it licking me clean,
tasting, savouring, luxuriating in the thick, sticky beautiful cum that
he so kindly deposited across my chest.  My cum; which I have worked so
hard for, which I coaxed from his unwilling cock, that I was going to
let soak into my skin so that the smell of him would be with me all
day.  She is stealing my cum. 

I stroke her hair and let my fingers tangle amongst it.  She nuzzles
further into me, as her tongue explores across my chest savouring his
flavour; my flavour. 

"It's okay." 

The sound of urine splashing into the toilet resonates throughout the
cubicle.  She's holding onto me for dear life, her body foetal, knees
drawn up, thighs squeezed together with a hand trapped between them,
her whole body shaking as she releases her bladder.  Unthinkingly, I
stroke her hair, my mouth open yet silent, even its simple mantra
stilled, my ears full of the sound of piss showering the porcelain, my
distracted mind attempting to piece together just exactly how a normal
Tuesday has ended up like this. 

I barely notice her mouth moving until her lips close around my erect
nipple and she starts to suckle gently at my teat. 

Claude stifles a yawn as he saunters across to the kettle and
switches it on.  His last coffee has gone quite cold and his throat
feels like it needs a little lubrication.  Sex in a toilet, now that
was something Edie most certainly wouldn't have approved of; seedy or
common she'd have called it. 

"A gentleman, Claude Rains, keeps his hands in his pockets and
doesn't go a-bothering his young lady." 

Her gently chiding words float down to him across the decades and for a
moment he is stood once again in the queue at the Odeon, Edie at his
side, her eyes twinkling, laying down the rules for their first date. 

Whistling happily to himself Claude removes a couple of Ginger Nuts from
the biscuit barrel and waits for his kettle to boil. 

Author's Note 

I think I'm in agreement with Edie, dear reader; it is all rather seedy
and common.  After all, the proper place for sexual relations is in the
privacy of one's own home, wrapped in the loving arms of one's spouse
or partner.  When you read about such irresponsible and deviant
behaviour it does make one wonder what has happened to the moral fibre
of this once great nation of ours. 

Nevertheless, I do seem stuck with narrating this young lady's
adventures; though I'm not quite sure how that responsibility fell to
me; and I have been instructed to inform you that we can expect a
further instalment.  It will be called ‘Tag Teamed' which I thought was
something to do with wrestling ... but apparently not. 

Thank you for reading.  Please do vote, comment or write if you so
desire. 

Your humble servant, 

Cum Girl x

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