The Crush: An Affair in Three Parts

by Ben Boswell

  I slowly placed the flutes on the table, and then turned again toward her. I’d given her ample opportunity to back out, but she was still eyeing me eagerly. I stepped in close again, this time crossing that invisible boundary of decorum. I felt her body move toward me as well, as if under the effect of gravity, though there was still no contact, just a thin gap of charged air between us.

  I always love that moment. Just before first contact. That sense of excitement, anticipation. It only lasts a second.

  Our bodies came together. Her big tits mashed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. Her body seemed to melt into me, her mouth opened, her tongue flicked out to tease mine. I could taste the champagne on her breath, but also her excitement, hot and wet as she gasped into my open mouth.

  I wanted to savor her, enjoy every last inch of her lusciousness, but that would have to come later. She’d worked herself up to this. She’d been thinking about it from the moment I approach them in the hallways. There’d be time for exploration later. But for now, she just wanted to get fucked, hard and fast.

  As if to confirm my assessment, her hand slid between us and roughly clawed at my crotch. She stroked me through my pants, moaning enthusiastically as she did.

  I took her shoulders and spun her around, bending her over the back of the sofa. She reached down and lifted up her dress, exposing her long, creamy, stocking-clad legs. She was wearing a white lace garter belt and sexy, matching, thong panties that glistened wetly, becoming translucent, exposing her shaved, pink pussy. I unzipped my pants. She pulled her thong aside, sliding a manicured finger into her wet twat.

  I stepped in close and thrust inside her. Her hot, wet, velvety snatch swallowed me whole.

  She threw her head back and gasped in passion. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her hard. She didn’t just take it like a pro, she gave as good as she got, her ass thrusting back against me to meet me on each stroke. Just raw, animal passion. The slap, slap, slap of our bodies, the sound of my prick squishing deep into her soaked cunt, her increasingly high-pitched squeals, getting louder and louder, until with a sudden, shuddering gasp, I felt her tight, little hole squeezing my prick rhythmically.

  “Oh God, oh fuck!” she hissed.

  She pulled away from me, and I felt my prick slide from her warm embrace. But before I could complain, she quickly and gracefully spun and dropped to her knees, taking my slimy cock deep into her mouth. And then deeper still. I felt her throat open up to admit my prick. She looked up at me and I almost lost it. Those pale blue eyes, those plump lips stretched around the base of my cock.

  “You’ve done this before,” I deadpanned.

  She slowly, slowly lifted off my prick. Her tongue swirling around the head.

  “Fuck, you have a nice cock,” she cooed. “Go ahead and come in my mouth.”

  “Don’t worry Doll, I will. But I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

  “Oh?”

  She swallowed me again and bobbed up and down on my shaft. She pulled off again.

  “Is that so?” she asked.

  “Yeah. How about you lose the dress.”

  “What if I say no?”

  “You won’t.”

  She laughed. “You’re right.”

  She stood and confidently peeled her gown off her shoulders. With a shrug, it slid down, revealing a matching, demi-cup, strapless bra that was barely up to the task of containing her big tits.

  “Fuck, you’re a piece of ass,” I groaned.

  “You’re a real charmer,” she snarked. But I could tell she liked my approach.

  “Show me your tits.”

  She didn’t even try to fake indignation this time. She wanted me to see them.

  The moment her bra came off I could see why. They were perfect. Big, natural teardrops, crowned by stiff, little raspberry nubs. I reached out and cupped them, relishing their weight, circling her areolas with my thumbs. For several long moments, I couldn’t tear my eyes away, and when I finally looked up, she was grinning proudly. She was hot shit and she knew it, and she liked the effect she had on men. With those blue eyes and angelic face, she’d probably had men wrapped around her finger from the time she was a toddler. Giving her a body like that was almost unfair. Impossible to resist. I had a feeling that even if hubby woke up to see me fucking her, he’d just shrug and accept it rather than let her go.

  I reached down and grabbed hold of her panties. With a firm yank, I tore them off her. She yelped, but excitement flashed in her eyes. I looked down at her pretty, little pink pussy, wet and swollen, pulsing with excitement.

  “Play with your twat,” I ordered.

  She didn’t hesitate. She spread herself open with one hand and flicked at her clit with the other. I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, and then dropped and stepped out of my pants. I liked the way she looked me over, her gaze returning again and again to my hard cock, still glistening with her spit.

  I like playing with women, messing with their expectations, putting them off balance. They like it too. No matter what women say, the worst thing you can be in bed is boring or predictable. But at that moment, I was willing to risk it because I wanted nothing more than to again bury my prick deep into her juicy cunt.

  I grabbed her around her tiny waist and lifted her off the ground. She growled enthusiastically and wrapped her legs around my torso, her arms around my neck. Roughly I impaled her wet snatch on my prick and immediately began bouncing her up and down on my shaft. My hands slid down under her hard ass and I pulled apart her cheeks. I wished I had a camera so I could film it.

  She was grunting and wheezing in my ear.

  “Does your husband fuck you like this?”

  “No,” she gasped. “God, no. I wish.”

  I wondered if I could make her leave him. If I could fuck away her still-new commitment to her man. It was an unaccountably exciting thought. Wrong, horrible. And yet, what greater victory could there be?

  It was just a passing thought, gone in an instant, washed away by her writhing, gasping, exuberance. She was an animal, thrusting against me even as I bounced her up and down.

  “Tell me you love it.”

  “Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yeah. I love your big cock,” she enthused. “Fuck, I’m coming again.”

  Her pussy gushed wetly as it again clenched rhythmically on my prick. Damn, she was a juicy thing.

  Her second orgasm slowed her down a little. She clung desperately to my neck, gasping in my ear.

  “Oh fuck, Baby, give it to me. Come inside me.”

  I definitely planned to, but not yet. I wasn’t done wearing out her tight, little twat yet. With her still jammed on my prick, I carried her across the room.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I thought we should check on your hubby.”

  She looked back over her shoulder and gasped as she saw I was carrying her into the bedroom.

  “No! Are you crazy?”

  “You know it turns you on.”

  She shook her head, but I could feel her pussy fluttering against my shaft.

  “No, please.”

  But we were already in the bedroom, her husband snoring loudly on the bed. She looked over at him anxiously, but she didn’t resist as I laid her back down on the bed and pressed her knees to her big tits. Her pussy was drenched, swollen, and already well-fucked, but I was just getting started.

  I dropped heavily onto her, folding her in half. I pinned her hands above her head and pounded deep into her. I didn’t hold anything back. I just slammed into her again and again. The bed was shaking violently, but still he didn’t wake up. She tried to contain herself, but she couldn’t and soon her high-pitched squeals filled the room.

  Her climax was earth shaking, her eyes wild, her body quivering from head to toe, spittle flying from her lips as she cried out in passion. Seeing her like that, completely overwhelmed, lying next to her passed-out husband was more than I could take.

  I pulled out
and as she unfolded, I straddled across her waist. She opened her mouth, but I was too crazed to aim. I shot a thick rope across her gorgeous face, another on her throat, and the rest on and between her heaving breasts. Only then did I lean forward and dip my prick into her waiting, willing mouth.

  She sucked me with surprising tenderness. I was already thinking about the next round, putting her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind, one hand gripping her long, blond locks, the other pressing down on her lower back, my thumb deep in her ass.

  But then he stirred. He didn’t quite wake up, but his grunts interrupted his snores, and he ran his hands sleepily through his hair. She stiffened, and suddenly she was in a different place. She let my cock slip from her mouth, and with surprising strength she shoved me off her.

  “You have to go.”

  It was a little hard taking her seriously. She was naked except for her stockings and garters, her cunt still gaping from the pounding I’d given her, and her chest was covered with my jism.

  “Give me your number,” she added conciliatorily.

  I did. But even as I was hurriedly dressing I knew she’d never call me.

  She was a great fuck. But like all the others, a sport fuck. I can’t say I felt used. Not because I didn’t, but because, saying it would make me an asshole. I’d knocked off a piece of grade-A, newly married ass. It was one of the hottest fucks of my life. But ten minutes after I was done, all I had was the memory.

  CHAPTER THREE

  It’s funny, but Red didn’t knock me on my ass when I first saw her. She was all-business. In a power suit, with that long red hair in a bun, and her no nonsense attitude, she didn’t seem fun. Not that I didn’t notice her. A classically beautiful face, and even in staid business attire she had these amazing curves. But my first thought wasn’t, I want to get some of that. It was instead, what a waste.

  Still, there was something between us. I kept catching her looking at me, but based on the way she kept her distance, I couldn’t be sure whether it was attraction or contempt. I guess I should note that my reputation often precedes me. It’s always been a mixed blessing, Women looking for a fling seek me out, those who frown on that sort of thing regard me suspiciously.

  I was supposed to be in the New York office for six months. Mostly I was supposed to be retooling their “capture process.” That’s my job. I go from office to office advising my colleagues on how to best structure their project pitches. Living my life in three to six month increments isn’t conducive to relationships, but it does make flings easier, I guess.

  I hooked up with Peggy on my second day in the office. She was in marketing, and came on to me shamelessly. A cute little brunette, with a short bob, and big eyes, and a body that would surely turn soft once she got out of her twenties, but for now was deliciously curvy. All tits and ass on a barely five foot package.

  “I really want to do what you do,” she cooed. “Can I come show you some of my copy?”

  “Sure, but I’m in meetings all day.”

  “I don’t mind working late.”

  That evening, she came into my office and shut the door. She had a folder of printouts, but with three buttons open on her blouse and a ridiculous amount of cleavage on display, she wasn’t leaving any room for ambiguity.

  I beckoned her over.

  “So what do you want to show me?”

  She blushed, but didn’t back down. She dropped the file folder on my desk, deliberately out of reach. She had a playful smirk on her face, and she was breathing hard, making her big tits swell delightfully. She was wearing a tight, short, plaid skirt. I reached out and brushed the inside of her knee with the back of my hand. She shivered.

  “Is there anything you want to show me?” she asked as she licked her lips.

  I chuckled. “You seem to have something in mind.”

  She nodded. “They say you have a great, big cock.”

  “Who’s they?” I asked as I palmed her inner thigh.

  “A little birdie told me. So… do you?”

  “What would you do if I did?”

  She undid another button on her blouse and then reached in and peeled her bra straps off her shoulders. Her tits seemed ready to spill out.

  “Does this give you any ideas?”

  “Yeah, Baby, it sure does.”

  Still seated in my desk chair, I slowly unzipped my pants, enjoying her look of anticipation. As I fished out my cock, she licked her lips again. She dropped to her knees and without hesitation sucked me deep into her mouth. I reached into her blouse and unsnapped her bra, freeing those massive tits, pinching her hard nipples as her tongue swirled around my prick.

  She was giving and enthusiastic. A good time, especially when she sat in my lap with her heavy tits bouncing in my face as I fucked her wet hole. And best of all, she was always happy to finish me between her big boobs, eagerly drinking down my come.

  ***

  Peggy was, for lack of a better word, a maintenance fuck. Just a way to keep the plumbing from backing up. She saw me the same way. But I’ve had enough women that, as fun as Peggy was, she wasn’t enough to satisfy my craving for excitement. Happily, Peggy understood.

  She was in my bed, having just swallowed another load of my come.

  “So who are you going to fuck next?” she asked.

  I laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Fuck you,” she chimed. “I see you looking around. So who’s it going to be?”

  I hesitated.

  “Believe me, Greg, I don’t have any illusions about you.”

  I sighed. “Okay. How about… Red.”

  “Red?”

  “Ann… Annie? She’s the design lead on that big hydro project.”

  Peggy laughed. “I doubt you could fit it in with that stick wedged so firmly up her ass.”

  “Meow.”

  She shrugged. “She’s a bitch.”

  “Driven.”

  “Uptight.”

  “She just needs the right man to loosen her up.”

  “She’s married.”

  Now it was my turn to shrug.

  Peggy laughed. “Right. That’s not the sort of thing that would stop you.”

  She paused and reached under the covers to grip my cock. “Actually, it probably turns you on. You sick fuck.”

  She stroked me hard.

  “Are you going to cockblock me?”

  “Fuck no, Baby. I’d love for you to crack her open. Hell, I’ll even give you a hand.”

  “Oh, how so?”

  She just smiled as she threw a leg over me and impaled wet twat on my stiffening prick.

  “Trust me.”

  ***

  I’d seen some of this before. I think it is safe to say that women, among themselves, are much more detailed in their description of men than we are of women. And part of that is that women, on the whole, are more generous about sharing with their friends. I’ve known guys who brag about how hot their girlfriend is in bed, but I haven’t come across many who encourage you to knock off a piece to see for yourself. Whereas women, if they see a guy as just a fling, sometimes do. At least that’s been my experience.

  I’m not quite sure what Peggy was saying about me and to whom, but I noticed the change right away. Hurried glances, giggling, whispered comments. If I were more insecure, it might have made me anxious, but whatever. That’s the thing of my job. In a couple of months, I move on.

  I’d been spending a lot of time with Red. She was putting together a huge bid, and while I was supposed to be assisting on several projects, this one was obviously the prize. Even if I hadn’t had ulterior motives, I’d have spent most of my time working on it.

  She was hard to read. I assumed that a woman that pretty must have a lot of experience with men. But she was a real enigma. Blushing when I caught her looking at me, seemingly flustered at even the most chaste flirting. But, by the same token, she never actually shot me down or even discouraged me.

  It i
ntrigued me. I’d never seen a woman keep up the blushing schoolgirl number for so long. I put plenty of bait in the water, but she didn’t bite. On the other hand, I couldn’t miss the way she seemed to want my attention. Dropping by my office when an email would do. The surprising flash of a lace brassiere beneath her oh-so-conservative blue suit. And most of all, the way her eyes seemed to flash at the mention of Peggy.

  “Hey, Red, Peg and I are going to meet some folks for drinks. Come on by?”

  And it was, oh wow, green-eyed monster time. She did not like Peggy.

  “I can’t,” she said coldly, yet hotly.

  I didn’t have much of a chance to reflect on it. Red didn’t show, but Tina did. The stereotype of accountants is that they’re boring. I’d have assumed the same of Tina, a little Vietnamese-American girl from Southern California. The way she downed that first tequila shot caught my attention. The way she grabbed my crotch when she downed the second sealed it.

  “Have fun,” Peggy chimed as Tina and I headed to the bathroom together.

  It was cramped and not very clean, and she didn’t mind. Bent over the sink, her skirt pulled up to show off her lower back, tribal tattoo, white panties stretched across her thighs, she held her head up so I could see her pretty face in the mirror as I rammed her tight, little cunt.

  Peggy was waiting for us with another round of shots that we downed before heading back to my place. It wasn’t my first threesome or, to tell the truth, even my best. Tina and Peggy were both mostly into me, which was nice, but not as hot as when the girls are really worked up for each other. Still, between Peggy’s glorious tits and Tina’s tight little ass, I had more than enough to keep me occupied.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Again, I’m aware of how much of an asshole I sound like when I say this, but dealing with Peggy and Tina was a bit of a chore. I like to think of myself as a pretty virile guy, but getting my work done while finding time for workday quickies with two slutty women wasn’t easy. On the other hand, how was I supposed to turn it down?