It's Always the Quiet Ones

by Callista Hawkes

  “I need your cock.” She whispered urgently.

  “But… are you sure… we’re friends…” I whispered back, wondering even as I said it why I was so determined to screw this up.

  “I’m sure our friendship will recover.” She told me nonchalantly. “Now let me see what I can do with this.” With that, she reached into my underpants and grasped my cock in her hand. With the temperature in the room, her hands were cold, but it felt amazing against the burning hot skin of my hard cock. She began to slowly pump my cock. I smiled and let out a groan of pleasure as I surrendered myself to her touch.

  “My God.” Melissa smiled in the darkness. “That’s a big cock you’ve got there!” I grunted with pleasure as she continued to stroke my throbbing shaft. It felt a bit surreal that it was Melissa, my purely platonic friend of several years that was doing this to me, but I was long past caring about the possible fallout to our friendship. All I cared about now was the lust that was threatening to overwhelm me. I wanted to tear her clothes off and caress, kiss and lick her every curve. I wanted to slide my fingers down her belly and delve inside her, before replacing my fingers with my tongue and taste her juices while she squirmed with pleasure and moaned with ecstasy as I brought her to climax. Melissa shifted on the sofa, bringing my focus sharply back to the here and now. She pulled my trousers and underpants off, settled down in front of the sofa on her knees and gently eased my legs apart. She returned her right hand to my cock and her left hand gently caressed my balls. The extra stimulation made me cry out as she stroked and teased me towards my climax. I felt her thumb swipe across my cockhead. I knew from the slick sensation that it was my pre-come. She rubbed it into my helmet, but it felt cold. I realised it was her breath. Her mouth must be only an inch or so away. I craned my head to watch. My eyes had grown more accustomed to the darkness, and I could see her on her knees, still wearing her cream work blouse and black skirt. She was working away, but bent forward, her mouth pouting, but maintaining her distance, as if trying to decide if this was a line she wanted to cross. My lust fuelled mind decided to encourage her.

  “Do it.” I told her. “Suck it. Suck my cock.” Her hands stopped and she turned to look at me and for a moment I was terrified that I had overplayed my hand. Then she turned her face back to my cock and obediently lowered her mouth over it, the warmth of her tongue flicking across my helmet, her hands resuming their stroking and fondling.

  “Oh fuuuuuuck!” I cried out as she began to bob her head up and down on my rock hard cock. I had enjoyed my fair share of blowjobs over the years, but this was something else. Her right hand continued to pump my shaft, but gentler now while her left hand continued to gently stroke my balls, but now it was a light scraping of her finger nails against the tightened skin of my sack. Her hands were deliberately playing second fiddle to her mouth. She seemed to instinctively know the perfect pace to build up to my climax and with every passing second my ecstasy grew until my whole existence seemed to be just my throbbing cock and her mouth.

  “Don’t stop!” I told her. “Just like that. Suck me. Make me come.” Caught up in the moment and not wanting her fantastic mouth to leave my cock, I presumptuously added, “Make me come in your mouth. Yes, suck it. Suck the come from my cock.” Her pace quickened, realising that I was at the point of no return. I tensed, my eyes shut, my mouth dropped open and with a groan of pure pleasure, I erupted in her mouth, my hips bucking as my cock pulsed again and again. She gulped down my come as it filled her mouth, her right hand still stroking me, milking the come from my balls. My entire body tingled all over as the last weaker pulses of my come pumped into her mouth. She turned and smiled at me, a small trickle of my come had escaped from the corner of her lips. Her tongue flicked out and collected it.

  “Oh. My. God!” I finally caught my breath. “How hot are you! That was a-fucking-mazing!”

  “I bet Leanne couldn’t do that.” She smiled. I got to my feet and embraced her, our lips meeting, my tongue seeking hers, kissing long and passionately. My hands moved to the buttons of her silk blouse and I quickly unfastened them, Melissa shrugging the blouse from her shoulders, the garment floating to the floor next to her stocking clad feet. The cold was long forgotten now as the excitement of the moment warmed our bodies. My hands reached behind her and unfastened and unzipped her skirt, Melissa shimmying out of it. I smiled in surprise as I noticed what she was wearing and what she was not wearing beneath her formal business wear. I took a step back, wanting to drink in the vision before me. Her beautiful breasts were barely contained within a black bra. Her shapely legs were clad in black thigh high stockings, held up by a suspender belt and that was it. A neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair was visible between her legs. Even in my masturbatory fantasies in the shower, Melissa didn’t look this good. She smiled back at me, enjoying my surprise and pleasure.

  “Well?” She said. “You’ve seen everything else. What about the two things you’ve been fantasising about ever since we met?” She ran her hands over her breasts. I guess my subtle gazing at her rack hadn’t gone as unnoticed as I had thought… I stepped towards her and kissed her again, my hands reaching behind her and unfastening the clasp of her bra. I slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and slid my hands to support the cups, taking my time, savouring the moment, like unwrapping a particularly sought after gift. I gently allowed the bra to drop away exposing more and more of the creamy flesh of her beautiful breasts. I allowed the bra to fall away and gazed down at her gorgeous chest. Even unsupported they were amazing, seemingly defying gravity. The inward curve of the tops of her breasts meeting the outward curve of the underside while her nipples were small and perfectly formed.

  “Everything you’d hoped for?” Melissa raised an eyebrow. Deciding actions speak louder than words, I dropped my head to her chest, taking one nipple and then the other into my mouth, my hands gently caressing her breasts, enjoying the weight and soft consistency of them. Melissa moaned, her head rocking back, her mouth pouting, the corners of her lips curled up in the subtlest of smiles. I felt her fingers in my hair as I kissed, licked and sucked my way back and forth between her nipples, which were now hard and erect. As I enjoyed sucking on her rack, her hand guided me from one to the other and it dawned on me that while I had called the shots while she sucked my cock, the balance of power had shifted and I was now hers to guide in pursuit of her own release. A state of affairs I was only too happy to accept. Sure enough, after a few minutes of enjoying the attention to her nipples, there was gentle downward pressure on my head. I took the hint and kissed my way down her cleavage, enjoying the soft flesh sliding against my cheeks, kissed down past her navel, kissed my way down her belly and kissed my way through the wiry tangles of her pubic hair before my lips found their way to her moist labia. I gently flicked my tongue out, the tip gliding along the surface of her opening, collecting a little of her juices. I smiled to myself, enjoying the taste and aroma of her. I licked again, deeper this time, the tip of my tongue parting her lips, sliding up and flicking her clit.

  “Yesssss!” She moaned in pleasure, her fingers tightening in my hair. She pulled my face away from her and took my hand, pulling me a few paces across the break room to one of the tables. She sat on the edge of it and lifted her right leg up onto one of the seats next to it, opening herself up for me. The table was next to the window and in the moonlight she was a vision. Her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her bare breasts, the black suspender belt and stockings a stark contrast to her creamy white skin. I moved across to her, dropped to my knees and buried my face in her wetness, devouring her like a man possessed. She shrieked with pleasure, a hand on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter as I feasted on her pussy. As I moved my mouth higher to concentrate on her clit, I reached up and eased a couple of fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. Her cries of passion intensified. I could feel she was getting close. I reached up with my other hand and dipped a third finger inside her for a moment before withdrawing it, sliding it back
further between her legs and tentatively began to caress her tightly puckered backdoor. I felt her stiffen, surprised by this new sensation, but after a second, continued to writhe in pleasure. I continued to rub my wet fingertip against her arsehole and felt a little bit of downward pressure from Melissa. I ignored it, wanting her to admit she wanted to take this step. I eased off the pace of my tongue and fingers, keeping her tantalisingly close, but short or her climax before finally she cracked.

  “Do it.” She told me, her voice intense with need and frustration. “Do it!” I smiled and quickened my pace with my tongue and fingers and began to gently apply pressure to the digit at her tight hole. It eased open and my finger slid into the tight, hot confines of her arse. I pushed it in as far as the second knuckle and gently slid it in and out. The sensations of both holes and clit being stimulated simultaneously was too much for her to bear and she shrieked in ecstasy, both hands on the back of my head as she rapidly reached her own climax. She released her hold on my head and I fell backwards, my face wet and warm with her juices. We gazed at each other, both panting, trying to catch our breath. Her gaze dropped to my groin. I followed her gaze and found myself looking down at my own stiff cock. I had been that absorbed in bringing her to orgasm, I hadn’t noticed my cock had come back to life. She looked back up to my face.

  “Fuck me.” She said. I needed no second invitation. I got back to my feet and she lay back on the table, her legs wide open for me, her right hand lazily playing with her clit. I positioned my cock at her opening, before sliding it inside her. Her pussy was slick with her juices and it slid easily and deeply inside her.

  “Oh fuck that feels good.” She moaned, luxuriating in the sensations of having her pussy filled. “There’s no substitute for the real thing.” Her long legs wrapped around my thighs and pulled me in deeper still and I began to thrust into her, leaning forward to kiss her, our tongues urgently seeking each other out. I settled my head lower, kissing and sucking on her nipples and enjoying every inch of her gorgeous tits. After a few minutes, we changed positions and I bent her over the table, sliding into her from behind and reaching around to fondle her breasts as they bounced with each thrust of my cock. I could feel the come boiling in my balls and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Melissa must have sensed it too.

  “You can’t come inside me.” She warned. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “I’ve got a condom.” I suggested.

  “I’ve got a better idea.” She looked coyly over her shoulder. “Fuck my arse.” I looked at her dumbfounded. “Come in my arse. Do it before I lose my nerve.” I pulled my cock, glossy with her juices out of her and eased her arse cheeks apart. I was so turned on that I was worried I was going to splash my come all over her buttocks. I pressed my helmet to her puckered hole. She relaxed, pushing back against me. I applied pressure to my cock and suddenly the helmet popped inside her arse. Melissa gasped and told me to wait a moment while she got used to it. Then she began to push back against me. I watched as my cock disappeared inch after inch into her tight hole. The heat of her arse and the vicelike grip of her sphincter on my shaft felt amazing as she took my whole length inside her.

  “Be gentle.” She smiled before turning her head away from me. I began to slowly and gently thrust in and out of her arse pulling out just an inch before thrusting back in to her. Even though it was much slower then our rampant rutting a few minutes before, the exotic sensation of penetrating Melissa’s arse soon pushed me over the edge.

  “I’m going to come.” I warned her.

  “Yes!” She replied. “Come in me! Come in my arse!” That was enough to send me over the edge and I tensed before exploding inside her, filling her bowels with my come. I cried out as my cock spurted again and again, emptying my balls in her tight canal. I collapsed on top of her, utterly spent. Melissa giggled, her sphincter squeezing the last of my come from my rapidly softening cock before it slipped out of her arse. I climbed off her and she rolled over. We embraced again and I felt her breasts crushed against my chest as she kissed me long and hard before pulling back.

  “Come on.” She said. “We really should get some sleep.”

  I awoke on the sofa under my coat. The sun was up and shining through the windows. Melissa wasn’t next to me and for a horrible moment, I thought it had all been a vivid wet dream. Then I felt a warm sensation on my cock and the telltale slurping sounds of a blowjob. I craned my head forward. The top of Melissa’s head was bobbing up and down on my hard cock. Realising I was awake, she looked up, my cock sliding out of her mouth, her lips curling into a smile. Her hand reached out to stroke my cock in the interim.

  “Good morning.” She said.

  “Good morning.” I replied, wondering if it really was a wet dream and I just hadn’t woken yet.

  “I thought if you’re like most men, you’ll have wanted to come on these.” She ran her free hand across her bare breasts. “After what you did to me last night, I’d feel I’d short changed you if I didn’t give you the opportunity.” I smiled and nodded eagerly. “You’ll have to be quick. We’ve got about half an hour before the first people are due back in the office.” She dropped her face back top my lap and returned to bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I lay back, enjoying the sensations her mouth was giving me. She was using a different technique that the night before, sliding it out of her mouth and licking and kissing up and down my length. Before long, I could feel my climax approaching. Melissa pulled her mouth from my cock and lay back on the sofa. I got up and straddled her chest and feverishly stroked my cock. With a grunt, I came, the first pulse splattering across her mouth and chin, making her giggle. I aimed lower shooting the rest of my creamy fluid across her tits, my pearly come coating both her nipples and several more splashes across the flesh of her tits, trickling down and pooling in her cleavage. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, Melissa licking the come from her lips. Then, as if by intuition, we both looked up. Leanne was standing frozen in the door, her mouth agape. She must have set off early for work, perhaps thinking the transport system would still be in a state of upheaval. I don’t know how long she’d been standing there, but her shocked expression told us that it had been long enough. Without a word, she backed out of the door and closed it behind her. We should probably have worried about what she might say to HR, but all we could do was descend into fits of laughter.

  Bi

  rthday Surprise

  I climbed out of my car after a long day at work and walked up the drive to my front door, reaching in my pockets for my keys. It was my 35th birthday and I was looking forward to a nice meal, a few glasses of wine and, as my stepson was out of the way at his dad's, some noisy sex with my wife. I smiled, my cock twitching slightly at the thought. I opened the door. Melissa was waiting for me inside, wearing her fluffy pink dressing gown. Her hair was freshly done, as was her makeup, but it was the sight of black stockings beneath her dressing gown that made me realise my plans for the evening had just changed.

  “Hello birthday boy.” Melissa smiled sexily. “I thought we might spend the evening in tonight.” I nodded by eager agreement. She took me by the hand and led me up to our bedroom.

  "Can I unwrap my present now?" I asked, reaching for her. She stepped back out of reach.

  "Not yet." She smiled coyly. "First want you to put this on." She reached into the pocket of her dressing gown and pulled out a silk blindfold. I raised an eyebrow quizzically, but took it from her, tying it over my eyes.

  “No peeking." She told me. "Now lie back on the bed." She guided me over to the bed and I climbed on top of the duvet, lying on my back. She pulled my hands up to the headboard, before tying what felt like a silk scarf around my wrists, tying me to the bed. I was intrigued by her behaviour. She had never before shown any interest in bondage before and it wasn't something I had ever suggested, but I found myself aroused by her unexpected and mysterious behaviour. I felt her lips against mine as she kissed me.