by Jay Merson
"Such a nice man, I knew I was right about you."
She straightened, paused to pose, her weight on one leg to pull her skirt more tightly over her thigh and to portray the shape of it beneath. Kathleen turned and walked slowly to the door, she paused again with her hand on the doorknob, her slim fingers caressing it seemingly idly.
"My place next Monday evening at about eight, my husband is away on a sales course, he needn't know about our," she paused in her speech to add effect, "our....little chat."
Kathleen left the office and closed the door behind her; she smiled and chuckled inwardly at the man's stupidity. He would be easy to convert, she thought. The others though, would they perhaps also easy to snare? Only time would tell.
***
The black youth sat in her lounge watching television as she had left him whilst she went to change and to prepare. He had made no special effort to dress for the visit, his jeans, trainers and sloppy sweatshirt were good enough for the snotty bitch; he felt. He gripped his stiffening cock through his trousers and squeezed it slowly. The bitch would be easy to have; she was simply begging for it, his experience with women to date made him certain of it. Sex-starved probably she was, or little used, that was for sure. She would probably change into a pink nightie and dim the lights, perhaps even face cream and her hair in rollers. He chuckled as he imagined himself feeding his cock into her mouth and her gagging in revulsion at such a dirty act. She was too prim and proper to be anything near a decent fuck but, it would be another notch for him, another conquest to boast of and to feed his ego. She had a decent body, that he had to admit, and not too bad looking too. Once he had made her scream in bliss as he rode her, he would revert to his normal ways at work and use this occasion to ensure that his job stayed safe.
Her calling from the upstairs broke his thoughts. He grinned and stood, easing his hard cock to the side to ease the pressure on his jeans. "Here we go Desmond old son," he said aloud to himself, "the bitch needs her 'seeing to'. He chuckled again and lowered his voice as he walked through to the hallway. "And man is she going to get it."
***
The female Director of Finances had taken the note home with her, still unopened and mixed in with several other letters from the day's post. She had bathed, changed and eaten and settled herself for a quiet evening in front of the television. She wore nothing on her feet, a pair of black stretchy leggings and a thin tee shirt with her hair tied back in a ponytail. With her legs curled up under her she sat on the settee, flicked through the television stations quickly with the remote control and then turned her attentions to the post.
There were four circulars from head office; a pension statement and then the pink, sweet smelling envelope that had her name written on the front in a most ornate style of handwriting. Frowning in curiosity she ripped the envelope open, unfolded the note and read it softly aloud to herself.
'Dear Helen
I am sorry that for the moment I must remain anonymous but once you read further into my letter I feel sure that you will understand why. I have for some long time now admired you from afar, daily wishing to be close to you both in body and in mind.'
Helen swallowed and shifted her legs out to sit upright on the settee, her interest roused by the content of the letter. Then she read on.
'I love your pretty face and hair, your sparkling eyes and your wonderful full and shapely body. You fill my nightly fantasies, I dream of seeing you naked, of holding you to me, of kissing your full breasts, of touching your sex and of course, tasting your love juices with my tongue as you moan in pleasure.
For some time sometime now I have been aware of your sexual preferences, call it womanly intuition if you like, but another woman is able to recognise such things, as I am sure you already know. I will of course tell no one and it remains our little secret.'
Helen groaned loudly, she thought that her secret was safe, she had gone to great pains always to keep it that way and now some one knew. The fact though that she had an admirer however; and a female one at that, brought a flush to her face and a heat between her legs. Her hand strayed down to cup her pussy, the fingers pressing against her enflamed labia and the heel pressed against her stiffening clitoris.
'I too share the same sexual tendencies as you and would like, should you agree, to suggest that we could have many wonderful experiences together. Should you agree, wear a red rose in your lapel at work tomorrow and I will identify myself at some stage during the day to you by saying the words 'we are as one.' Should you not be wearing a rose, I will not contact you again.'
The letter was signed 'your devoted admirer'.
She leaned back on the settee, her mind whirring rapidly through all of the female staff in the office building. One by one she discounted nearly all and smiled then as she thought of little typist in the outer office, the teasing little bitch with the big, brown cow-like eyes that always seemed to be looking whenever Helen glanced at her.
Helen stretched her legs out and parted them wide, her fingers pressing the thin material of her leggings and the gusset of her panties into the soft inner lips of her pussy. She rested her head back and closed her eyes; her fingers rubbing and circling now on the hard bump of her clitoris. The pace increased and her hand rubbing in a steady rhythm as she visualised the teasing little slut as she sat at her desk typing. Helen moaned and shifted her hips as the sensations washed over her and her fantasies became more real. Her mouth hung open and her back arched as she rubbed furiously now at her sex. She tensed and cried out, her whole body locking in tension before she emitted a huge sigh and then allowed her body to slump back sated.
She moaned softly in a blissful state of post orgasm, her thoughts on the pert little backside and slender thighs of the young typist.
***
Gordon was naked and tied to a chair at the side of their huge double bed. His wrists were bound securely behind him and then to the back slats of the chair, his ankles were bound one to each front leg and he sat silently ogling his wife. His mouth was firmly gagged and his erect cock stuck up from his lap in pulsing erection, the bulbous head purple in colour as the blood pumped excitedly into it.
Kathleen stood close to him in her short flared skirt and thin, long sleeved blouse. Three buttons were open down the front to expose her cleavage and her little uplift bra forcing her orbs into a firm and tempting roundness.
"I have a little surprise for you tonight, Gordon, the boy I called down the stairs to is going to fuck me for real, and you are going to watch."
Gordon's head thrashed from side to side and he struggled hard at his bonds but to no avail. He grunted and raged into his gag but only muffled protests were heard, his cock however, jerked in uncontrollable spasm at the thought of his wife actually taking another cock up inside her. He could do nothing but sit and watch as he heard the youth climbing the stairs and heading toward the bedroom.
"Oh what?" the black youth gasped, the smile dropping from his face as he entered the bedroom, "who the hell is he?"
"A friend," Kathleen stated, "he likes to watch, nothing to concern yourself over. Come now; sit on the end of the bed like a good little boy."
The youth allowed himself to be guided, absently and in a state of shock he complied and sat as directed. This he hadn't expected. He had visualised himself taking charge, of stripping her, pushing her back on the bed and humping her till she wailed for mercy. He had to admit to himself though that the thought of doing just that in front of another man, her boyfriend probably, did have a real 'turn on' value.
Kathleen positioned herself before and a little back from the youth; she beamed a smile at him then dropped her expression to become one of set seriousness.
"Strip you little toad, show me what you have to offer and then I will decide if I will allow you to fuck me."
The boy, proud of his body readily complied, pulled off his clothes and made much of standing to drop his underpants, he stood with chest pushed out and head high as he displayed his long, thick cock as it
rose in arousal. The long member rose and twitched until it stuck out from his thick thatch of coarse hair, the big bulbous head glistening against the ebony black of the shaft.
"Possible," Kathleen stated, deliberately expressing uncertainty and only mild interest, "it might do."
The reverse was true; she loved it, his body too. So firm and athletic, hard and muscular, he was a dream come true. The big ball sac hanging beneath the base of his cock, so large and firm, she felt that he would be a heavy comer indeed with that equipment.
"Sit," she commanded and waited until he had.
Her hands moved up to the neck of her blouse, the slim, delicate fingers fiddling idly with the buttons, "You want me don't you, you like my body. I've seen you looking at me at work many times, imagining what I am like naked."
The boy watched her fingers slowly undoing the buttons one by one. He sat mesmerised as she parted her blouse and pulled the two halves apart to show her firm breasts restrained by the little black bra. His stiff cock twitched as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders and threw it aside.
"Talk to me you little shit, if you want to have me, you have to talk. Tell me what you see, what you like and what you want to do to me."
The boy watched wide-eyed as Kathleen removed her bra, he swallowed hard and then said in a dry and excited voice.
"Wonderful tits, I knew they would be like that, I always imagined how firm and round they...."
"Unnnh!" Kathleen uttered and lolled her head back as she cupped and kneaded her soft orbs. "Yes, yes, talk like that. It makes me even randier listening to talk like that."
She looked over to her husband and winked sexily, pouting her lips in silent teasing and taunting.
"Those nipples," the boy stated in sincere amazement, "so long and hard, I'd like to suck and nibble those thick stalks."
Encouraged by the boy's hungry look and his descriptions of her body, the way his cock was twitching in excited little spasms she went further still. Her hands smoothed down over her waist and hips, then her thighs to grasp the hem of her skirt, she paused there, her shoulders hunched forward and her ample breasts dangling down in temptation. Terrific bolts of sensation shot through her as she displayed herself to him, her pussy gripped in wonderful little convulsions to send tingling shards of electric pleasure rushing through her.
"Bet your pussy is hairy," the boy continued, "I've always wanted to fuck you, you rotten bitch."
"Yes," she moaned softly, "yes, call me names, insult me. Do it."
"Bitch, you teasing bitch."
"Mmmm," Kathleen moaned and pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist.
"Christ," the boy breathed in amazement, "the size of your mound."
"TALK," Kathleen screamed angrily at him and looked across again to her struggling husband. She was lost in a heady and dream-like world of sheer sexual bliss as she began to gyrate her hips and remove her skirt.
"Fuck you, I want to fuck you, you dirty bitch. I want to get my cock up inside you and you want it bad lady."
The boy was talking but she couldn't make out the words now. The pumping sensations fed by the red and angry face of her husband were bringing her to an all-time high, one that she wanted to prolong for as long as was possible. Kathleen felt distant and detached; in a world of heady sexual pounding that she wanted to live in forever. Slowly she stripped completely, down to just her shoes and black hold up stockings. Confidently and with a commanding air, Kathleen walked over to stand before her husband, her hand reaching out to touch just the tip of his twitching cock with one finger.
"He really likes seeing me like this Gordon," she said, the excitement sounding in her thick voice, "Such a lovely cock he has too, don't you think?"
She laughed loudly as Gordon grunted and struggled at his bonds. Kathleen pushed her hips forward so as to offer her pussy to him and delighted in her taunting of him. Kathleen rubbed at her pussy, stroking it slowly with her long fingers.
"He's going to get this, not you."
She leaned down to bring her face close to his and to present her backside to the watching youth, "I need a real cock, Gordon, not your pathetic little thing and, I'm going to get one."
Kathleen walked slowly around the bed and stood close to the grinning black youth. She placed a hand on his muscular chest and pushed him backward to lay on the bed, his long cock standing upright in excitement. Her hand closed around it, and the black youth moaned his appreciation of her soft touch. Then he yelped loudly as her fist gripped hard and spitefully around his throbbing shaft, crushing the shaft in her vice-like grip.
"Tell me what you are, you pathetic little shit," she hissed venomously, "or I'll pull you dick right from your body."
The boy looked at her wide-eyed and fearful, that was confirmed by the trembling voice he used, "Err, I'm.... a shit."
"A pathetic little shit, say it!"
He winced as she increased the grip on his cock painfully, "A shit, a pathetic little shit."
Kathleen grunted her approval of his reply, "You thought that you would come up here and that I would so grateful of the opportunity to have you fuck me didn't you, little boy?"
"Yes," he gasped as her fingernails dug deeply into the side of his shaft.
"And were you wrong, little boy?"
"Yeeeesssss!" he cried out as she dug her nails in harder still.
"Good, now we have an understanding of who is in charge."
Kathleen eased her grip, retaining the hold around his stiff cock she began slowly to wank up and down. He moaned softly as her tender grip rolled his foreskin first back over the glans and then back down along the shaft.
The youth cried out and tensed as she flicked her thumb across the very tip of his cock, rubbing lightly across the little eyehole in the end. Several times she repeated the move to draw excited groans of deep pleasure from him and then abruptly she released him.
"Kneel on the bed, on all fours."
He looked back questioningly.
"Do it," she hissed threateningly.
He reluctantly complied, posing on all fours on top of the bed, his ebony black body posed and ready. His expression dropped to one of horror as Kathleen picked up the riding crop and moved to the side of the bed.
"You ain't serious lady...are you?"
He screamed as the crop stung hard across his presented buttocks, the youth scrambled off the bed to stand on the far side of it rubbing at his burning backside.
"You're mad!" he shouted angrily, his pride as well as his body wounded.
Kathleen gave a mocking laugh, "Little boy can't take a little pain eh, big and brash on the outside but just a snivelling little wimp in reality."
She pointed at the bed with the tip of the riding crop.
"If you want to get to fuck me you take the pain, now get back on the bed."
He relented, climbing cautiously back into his previous position. His body jerked forward under each hard lash of the crop as Kathleen laid stroke after stroke on the boy's firm backside. His long cock beneath his body jerked in reaction to attain an even firmer stiffness, a pleasing firmness, she felt, that would shortly be put to good use.
She grunted in pleasure each time she swung hard in at him, the satisfying thwack of the crop and his pained moaning heightened her pleasure further still. Kathleen was lost in a heady world of command and control, the way the arrogant youth now rested there, passively taking the painful strokes of the hard crop. It was all too much for her; she paused, sucked in air to delay her rising orgasm and then mounted the bed to rest on all fours next to the youth.
"Fuck me," she demanded, "from behind and make it hard."
The youth moved behind her, kneeling and feeding his cock straight up into her wet pussy and gripping her hips to lunge hard in.
"Oh God," Kathleen moaned and turned her head to look at her husband, “It’s so hard and warm and so very wonderful."
Her body shook under the frantic pounding of the youth as he rammed urgently into her, pu
lling back hard on her hips to force every last inch of his cock into her. Her breasts jiggled and swung beneath her as he crashed his hips against her buttocks in his frantic drive toward his peak.
Kathleen's mouth hung open, her eyes closed and she knelt there receiving the excited attentions of the boy's hard cock as she listened to her husband's muffled protests. She tensed and screamed as she came, the wash of hot sperm deep up inside her triggered a most powerful and body wrenching orgasm that lasted many wonderful seconds.
"Now get out," she ordered the youth, "go downstairs and get dressed and then leave. I will call you and let you know when you can call again."
Once the youth had left the room Kathleen moved over to her husband. She straddled his thighs facing him and lowered her wet pussy down onto his throbbing shaft until the whole of it was up inside her.
"How does it feel Gordon?" she moaned sexily, "to get in me after another cock has already been there? Can you feel his sperm,” she tensed and sighed aloud as his cock jerked inside her body to emit spurt after spurt of his cum excitedly into her body.
Kathleen removed his gag, pressing her soft breasts against his face as she did so.
"Good?" she beamed her delight.
"You wonderful bitch," he said sincerely, "absolutely bloody wonderful."
Chapter 4
Helen, the female director of finances was busy writing at her desk as Kathleen entered the office. In her lapel she wore a red rose just as the note had instructed. She was unusually ill at ease and it showed. Expectantly waiting an approach by the sexy little typist, but having received not even a hint of it all that morning.
"Kathleen," she greeted brightly but the insincerity clearly showed in both her expression and her voice.
"Helen," Kathleen responded as she walked around to the other side of the desk to stand next to the seated woman. "Nice rose, not St. George's day already is it?"