“You open that while I bring out the other treats,” I said, taking off my jacket. He popped the cork just as I showed him my round breasts, bare beneath my sheer blouse, my erect nipples straining against the delicate fabric.
“I meant this treat, Carson,” I said, picking up an envelope and letter opener from my desk. Leaning against the desk before him, I took a glass of champagne from him and emptied it slowly as his eyes ran over the length of my body and back to my tits.
“I’ve been waiting so long to open this for you, Carson,” I said as I spread my stockinged thighs slightly. “I mean the check, of course. Look at the check, sweetheart.” I inserted the silver letter opener in the slot of the envelope and smiled at him as I slipped it in and out a few times, then giggled as I slit it open, spread it and pulled out the check. I kissed it and handed it to him.
He barely glanced at it. I was glad to have his full attention, and to see his hard-on bulging obviously in his expensive trousers. I brought the letter opener to my lips and licked its sharp tip, then ran its smooth, flat edge down over the silk of my blouse. I moaned as I teased my nipples with it, rubbing it over my stiff nubs while pushing my breasts up with my other hand.
Carson drained his third glass of champagne. He certainly seemed taken by my display. “Take it out, sweetie,” I whispered. “Take your hard cock out for me while I open something else for you, something sweet that I know you’ve been hungry for, aching for, for so long. Show me how much you want it, how big and hard you are for me.”
He undid his pants, and my eyes widened with delight to see just how big and hard his cock was as he stroked it for me. I leaned my ass against the desk and slowly pulled my skirt up past my garters to reveal my sheer black thong tightly cupping my pussy. I held my skirt over my waist and slid the opener over the bare flesh above my stockings. I rubbed the tip of the round handle over my covered cunt lips, sighing and licking my lips.
“Oh yes, Carson! God, I’ve waited so long for you,” I cooed. “Can you see? Oh God, yes, my pussy is so ready for you. Look how wet my panties are, baby. Let me show you. Look!” I spread my legs wider, rubbing the handle up and down, wedging the wet fabric into my slit. He was stroking his cock so hard, I stopped him. “Wait, Carson!” I said. “Save your come for my pussy!”
I slid the letter opener down my flat stomach and under the top of my thong. It easily pierced the flimsy fabric, so the shiny point stuck out like a stiff little cock. I pulled it out and tossed it away. With both hands I worked my sharp red fingernails into the tear in the fabric and ripped the skimpy panties wide open. I held the shredded silk aside and spread open my pink pussy lips. “Suck my cunt, Carson! Suck me good! Then shove that big cock in and fuck me hard, just like you’ve dreamed about.”
He was on his knees instantly, his mouth on my cunt, sucking and licking with a hunger that made me come in seconds. My pussy was still twitching as he stood up, lifted my ass onto the desk and pushed his hard cock all the way in with one long, strong thrust. Provoked by my teasing, he fucked me wildly, just like I needed it. I quickly came again as he jerked inside me, pumping hot come deep in my cunt. I felt it running down my thighs, dripping out around his fierce strokes.
He had shot his last rush and was pulling out just as my secretary’s voice came over the intercom saying Dan had arrived and she was sending him down the hall to my office. Carson and I giggled like busted teenagers. He stuffed his dripping cock back in his shorts and zipped up, while I smoothed down my skirt, poured a glass of champagne and met Dan with it at the door.
My heart was still pounding from my quickie with Carson, and I was a little tipsy from all the wine. So I welcomed Dan with a deep kiss, pressing my nearly naked breasts against him. He smiled, clearly aroused by my friendly greeting, my sexy attire and probably the smell of sex in the office.
“I see you’ve started celebrating without me, partner,” he said to Carson. “You know, Ms. Andrews, that my partner and I share just about everything. Shall we start with more champagne?”
Dan poured himself a glass and refilled Carson’s, and they toasted. First to the deal. Then Carson toasted my hard work and “fine breasts.” I giggled and opened another bottle of champagne.
Dan interrupted Carson’s next toast. “Pardon me, Ms. Andrews,” he said, “but you seem to have a wet stain on the back of your skirt.”
“Oh my,” I said innocently, “so I do! Look!” Arching my ass, which seemed to interest them so much, toward them, I reached back and raised the hem of the skirt over my waist, as if to inspect the spot. “Oh Dan, look! Look what your partner got on my skirt. And look, there’s more running down my thighs onto my stockings.” Now I leaned over the desk, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide. “And look how he ripped open my thong to fuck my pussy! Can you see how open and dripping my pussy still is? Oh God, I’m still so wet.”
I moaned, looking back at Dan as I slipped my hand between my thighs to stroke and spread my cunt lips for him. A twisted smile of lust came over his face—and Carson’s too, for that matter. “Come on, Dan, fix it, baby, make it better for me. Take out your cock and fill my pussy with it. Fuck me just like your partner did, hard and fast. Come on!”
I kept taunting Dan while he pulled out his beautiful hard-on, wonderfully thick. He moved quickly behind me and made me gasp and moan, rubbing his taut shaft up and down my dripping slit. He laughed wickedly as I bucked and arched, trying to get him in. He wedged his fat cockhead against my hole and held my hips firmly with both hands. I was wild with desire, begging for it. God, he drove me wild with short thrusts, just sliding the tip in an inch, then out, in and out, until I was pleading deliriously, “Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, I need it deep! Shove your big cock up my cunt now!”
My pussy was actually sucking on his dick as an orgasm built inside me. Feeling me pulse and squirm, Dan finally pushed in. Oh, it was so-o-o good! He was so thick, stretching me open even as I squeezed and convulsed around him. He kept shoving it in deeper, until his balls pressed against my happy clit. He no longer held back, but humped me with fast, full strokes, bringing me to a wave of orgasm. I loved how strong he was with me. He fucked me much longer than Carson.
When Dan decided I’d had enough, he stopped suddenly, with his strong hands cupping my breasts and his big cock all the way up my cunt. He teased me again by rolling his hips against my ass. “Now, Ms. Andrews, we’ve been neglecting my poor partner. Look at him just sitting there with his hard-on raging in his hand. Wouldn’t you like to get on your knees and suck his cock while I fuck you in the ass?”
“Yes,” I stammered. “Fill my ass with come while he comes in my mouth.”
“Excellent,” Dan said. “Carson, be a pal. Open my briefcase, and hand me that big tube of lubricant to slick up her tight little ass.” I gasped with pleasure as he slipped the tip in my rear and squeezed a gob of cool lube up my ass and in my crack. Still moving his cock in my pussy, he played with my asshole with his thumb, rubbing the slippery stuff over my hole, then pushing his thumb in to open me up. God, I couldn’t wait to feel his beautiful cock in there.
When Dan pulled away, I dropped to my knees in front of Carson and took hold of his cock. I felt like such a nasty slut, on my knees, sucking on a nice hard cock, my legs spread wide and my ass arched as another beautiful man moved in behind me with his big dick in hand. He slid it back in my pussy for a few deep strokes while I ran my tongue back and forth over Carson’s slick cockhead and pumped his shaft with my fist. I love sucking cock, and men seem to love the way I do it. I took him in deep, moaning around his hard flesh as I felt Dan slip out of my cunt. Then I felt his dick against my asshole, and he was pressing it in.
I kept panting and moaning as Dan’s plump cockhead wedged open my slippery yet tight hole. Finally he was in, then deeper, then balls-deep. He butt-fucked me nice and steady as I filled my mouth with Carson’s hard cock. Grunting, Dan humped me like a bull, making me come hard just as Carson moaned and shot down my throat. I suck
ed him until he fell limp out of my mouth.
I lay with my head in Carson’s lap, rocked by Dan’s strong thrusts, dreamily repeating, “Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck my ass so good, baby! That’s it. Yes, so hard and deep. Fuck me, and shoot hot come up my ass while I squeeze tight!” I reached down and cupped Dan’s full balls while he pumped me with short jabs. I knew he liked my touch. His balls tightened in my hand, and he grunted and swore as he built to orgasm. I came again as my convulsing asshole milked his cock. Slowly his pace diminished, and he slipped out with a satisfied sigh.
For a minute we all lay slumped in sweet exhaustion. I snapped out of my blissful reverie when Carson popped another champagne cork. Soon we were collapsed on the couch laughing and kissing, drinking toast after toast to our deal, my breasts, my delicious cunt and my sweet, tight ass. It wasn’t long before Dan and Carson were hard again and sucking on my now-bare breasts. I sucked both their cocks until they begged for mercy.
I told Dan to lie on his back while I straddled him, and I lowered my pussy onto his fine cock. I bent over for him so he could suck my tits. Meanwhile Carson got behind me and pushed his cock up my ass. I loved being so full of hard dick like that. I fell in love with both cocks that evening as they fucked me to cunt heaven.
Carson was a good fuck, but Dan had a special way with me that made me come again and again. Besides, he was cuter, and his dick was bigger. Six months later we were married, with Carson as Dan’s best man. They both fucked me on my wedding night, and so did two lucky ushers, because my new husband said he wanted to watch me take cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my ass all at the same time. Then he took me, dripping with come in my virginal white lingerie. He fucked me while I watched the other three men jerk off onto my lace-covered tits.
It was the start of a very hot marriage. Carson started his own business on the West Coast, but whenever he’s in town, Dan still insists on sharing everything, including his horny wife’s mouth, pussy and tight ass.—L.A., Chicago, Illinois
JUST BECAUSE HE ISN’T SO YOUNG OR SO PRETTY, WHY CAN’T HE GET LUCKY?
This may appear to be just a typical beginning to one of those same old stories, but this tale has a unique angle. The men who appear in this type of story are primarily young studs in the prime of their sexual lives, and still wet behind the ears. As for myself, I’m more distinguished, with a trail of experience. There is one more detail, my appearance. I’m over six feet tall, and despite my towering scale, I’m overweight.
I was out of town on business, staying at a local motel, because my business wasn’t going as smoothly as I had expected. After a long and exhausting day at work, I decided to unwind at a nearby pub. There weren’t many people inside—just a few couples scattered among the tables and the bartender. I ordered a Long Island iced tea, then retreated to a corner table to enjoy it.
My solitude was interrupted when a stunning woman sashayed through the door. I devoured every luscious curve of her body as she made her way to the bar. My continued appraisal of her tantalizing physique went unnoticed in spite of the considerable (and visible) arousal it was causing me.
“Hi, Sandy,” the bartender said. “Your usual?” She nodded, and a gentle smile played the corners of her mouth.
“Long Island iced tea it is,” the bartender said, serving her. “Nice to see you again. If you need anything, holler.”
She all but melted into a chair just two tables away from me. Her fragrance reminded me of honeysuckle in the spring. She kept up a casual conversation with the bartender, from which I learned that she was seeking refuge from the stress of a long day at work. I noticed the tension of her movements as she talked about her aching back and sore feet. The tension seemed to be preventing her from really relaxing.
Sandy had finished her drink and was preparing to leave before I mustered enough confidence to approach her. I offered to buy her another drink, and she gestured for me to join her at the table. I motioned to the bartender as I took a seat across from her. When she told me her name, I introduced myself as Lawrence. I didn’t mention that I already knew her name. I didn’t want her thinking I had been eavesdropping on her, even though I had been. Then I heard myself saying, “The vision before me leaves me lost for words.”
Sandy blushed lightly, while I blushed crimson as I realized that I’d spoken my thoughts out loud. A few strands of hair fell coyly over her fine, clear complexion. Her eyes began to dance with laugher, despite the clouds of stress still lingering within. Overcome with the urge to touch her, I admitted overhearing her plight and offered to massage her aching feet.
Although a bit surprised, she accepted gladly, and slid her shoes off. She set her tired feet on my lap with the grace of a worshiped feline. My hands glided over her smooth skin and gently kneaded the tense muscles, and a smile rippled across her lips.
In an instant I was aflame with desire. Sandy couldn’t have been more desirable at that moment if she had tried. Just her smile overflowed with sex appeal. We continued to talk while I massaged her feet, and we both had another drink. I mentioned that my hotel room was equipped with a Jacuzzi and said she was more than welcome to submit her weary muscles to it.
“Thanks for the intriguing offer,” she said. “But I’m afraid that’s impossible. I don’t have a swimsuit.”
I could take a hint, subtle or otherwise. I can’t say that I was too surprised by her rejection, on account of how magnificent she was and my—well, no reason to state the obvious. I finished my drink and prepared to leave, but took the liberty of writing the name of the hotel and my suite number on a napkin. I handed it to her, “in case you change your mind,” as I excused myself.
I returned to my room convinced I would not see her again. Around fifteen minutes later I heard a gentle rapping at my door. I assumed it must be someone involved in the business I was trying to transact, but couldn’t think who or why. As I opened the door my bewilderment turned to amazement. Standing in the hall was Sandy. Her meek appearance only enhanced her beguiling beauty.
She asked if my offer still stood. Trying to recover from my astonishment, I fumbled for words. The best I could manage was a dribbled “Sure.” I asked her to come in. She admired the decor of the motel suite as I took her to the Jacuzzi. All I could think to do was to try to ease the palpable tension. I excused myself, saying, “You’ll find towels and a spare robe through the door to your right. If you need anything else, I’ll be in the sitting room. Enjoy.” I pulled the door behind me on my way out, but as I sat down in the sitting room, I noticed that the door had glided open slightly.
As the Jacuzzi jets roared to life, I could see everything that happened in the mirror on the far wall. As Sandy undressed, her undergarments seemed to ride on a cushion of air, barely skimming her limber body. By the time she was naked, the steam from the spa had given her flesh a healthy glow. She all but shimmered as her voluptuous body slid beneath the water. My eyes were glued to the mirror as the water skimmed across the tender flesh of her breasts, barely concealing the rosy peaks. Her breathing caused them to rise seductively, then disappear again beneath the bubbling surface. I was more aroused with each passing moment, every teasing breath. The crotch of my pants was ready to explode from the pressure of my rigid cock.
“Lawrence,” Sandy called from the other side of the door, jarring me from my tantalizing thoughts, “could you give me a back rub?”
“Sure thing,” I said. “I’ll be right there.”
“Give me just a minute to get situated,” she said. In the mirror I saw her emerge from the spa, then disappear in the direction of the bedroom. I waited patiently until she announced that she was ready. My arousal was slightly dampened when I found her lying on the bed on her belly with her arms relaxed at her sides and her bottom completely covered by the sheet. Yes, it clung seductively to the swell of her firm buttocks and the delectable curves of her shapely thighs and calves. Yet it concealed so much!
Any hopes I might have had of ravishing her dimmed as I approached the b
ed and stood at her side. I leaned over her and began to massage her back and shoulders. Her scent, seemingly revived by the pulsing warmth of the spa, assailed me once again. Raging fantasies were wracking my poor body when I suddenly felt her gaze burning into me, hotter than the fire in my loins.
“Let me help your cock get more comfortable,” she purred, her eyes gleaming. “It seems to be trying to burst through your zipper.”
Before I could respond, her hands snaked out and began to unfasten my pants. Then they were at my ankles.
“I’ll bet that feels a lot better,” she said. “Doesn’t it?” She grasped my hard wick and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Ye-ye-yes,” I stuttered. I was stunned when she pulled me toward her, licking her lips in anticipation. This turned out to be mere preparation for her tongue as it lapped at my shaft. It worked its wondrous way up the underside, lapped up my precome, then returned to the base of my dick. She fondled and licked my nut sac until I was on the brink of orgasm. She pulled away, but only long enough to flash a seductive smile. Then my hard-on was engulfed in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it with an expertise that made me weak. I thought the force of her sucking would drive me mad as I fucked her face, caught up in the throes of passion.
This was too good to be true!
My balls began to contract, and I warned her of my forthcoming ejaculation. I knew she had to be a fallen angel when she moaned for me to shoot my load down her throat. I complied, and she slurped down all she could, like a parched sex kitten. Then she licked every remaining drop from my dick. When she finished, she rolled onto her back, giving me a spectacular view of her spectacular breasts. She sighed in contentment before fucking me with her laserlike eyes.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said in a sultry voice as she pulled the sheet away, baring the rest of her glorious body. She spread her legs wantonly. That was all the invitation I needed. I raced to join her on the bed and began sucking one of her creamy breasts. I rolled my tongue around the nipple and rolled the other one between my thumb and forefinger. Now I was nibbling on her nipple, and now taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I could fit. She moaned as she thrust her hips toward me.
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