Five Minute Fantasies 3

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Oh, yes, it’s good, it’s wonderful, I love you to fuck me.’

  ‘I love you fucking me, too.’

  ‘Mmm, yes. Ooh!’ she gasped as he flexed his prick in her depths. She giggled. ‘That felt nice.’

  ‘I’m getting close, Jenny,’ he said. ‘Do you want me to come in you?’

  ‘Oh, God, yes! I want to feel you come!’ Her breathing was quickening again, and so was his. He was almost panting as he thrust up into her, his breathing tight and laboured. He could feel that incredible feeling that is an impending climax building in him, building, building, until suddenly he was there, yelling his triumph in her ear. ‘Jenny! I’m coming! I’m coming!’

  And she cried back at him, ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ and she collapsed across him as her own climax struck again, her pussy milking his prick of his seed, clutching at him, drawing him on, emptying him.

  Gradually, they regained their equilibrium, their breathing slowing to something near-normal, and she sat up. Her eyes flickered over his face and he sensed anxiety in her. Now that they’d shared the moment, she was wondering. He smiled up at her and her face cleared, her wonderful smile breaking out.

  ‘Was I, was it –?’ she began, but he put his fingers across her mouth to stop her. She kissed them.

  ‘It was wonderful, and so are you.’ He kissed her, and her kiss in return was a promise. ‘Can I stay? Tonight? Sleep with you?’ he said.

  She looked at him, wondering. ‘Are you serious?’

  ‘I am. Please,’ he said. ‘I want to be with you when I wake.’

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes, please stay.’ She kissed him again, and then lay her head on his chest. He could feel himself still within her, softer now, but not soft and he wondered how quickly he could get hard, to love her again. There was a soft, contented sigh from her and he kissed her ear, about all he could reach without moving her.

  ‘You know,’ she said, satisfied content in her tone, ‘you always were my favourite teacher.’

  Life Of A Salesman

  by Landon Dixon

  It had been a long, hard day at the convention booth. Jennifer and I had gotten a few nibbles that might or might not translate into sales somewhere down the road, but the strain of smiling and making nice all day had left me with a mild headache and a sore face. I packed up our pamphlets and said, ‘Well, Jen, that’s it. I’ll load everything in the van now, so we don’t have to waste time in the morning. Why don’t you grab a table in the restaurant and we can have some dinner…and drinks?’

  She looked even more tired than I felt. ‘I don’t know… To be honest, I’m exhausted. I think I’ll just take a shower, order some room service, and then go to bed.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll see you in the –’

  ‘Come on, Jen. It’s our last night in town. Then it’s back to the grind at the office. I’ll tell you what, take your shower and order some room service and we’ll eat it together. It’s a lot more fun than eating alone.’ I grinned. ‘Maybe we can break into the mini-bar, too, and get some more mileage out of the old expense allowance. What’d you say?’

  ‘I don’t know. I –’

  ‘I’ll see you in half an hour,’ I said, and scooped up a box and high-tailed it out the door and into the parking lot.

  This was it, I thought. Showtime! I had worked with Jennifer for almost a year now, and had lusted after her hot body every hour of every day of every month of that year. She was a tall babe in her late forties, which put her about twenty years up on me, but age had been very, very good to her. She wore her long, blonde hair in a ponytail or piled up on her head in a professional manner, and had warm, green eyes that could blaze with fire when she got passionate about something. Her skin was tanned a light brown, and her waist was slim and trim – obviously the result of plenty of early-morning, or late-night, exercise. Her legs were long and smooth, and held the promise of bliss at their axis.

  But what really made Jennifer sweet, sweet Jennifer, was her beautiful, bountiful tits. She was easily a 38 D, and when she walked towards me and those magnificent tits started bouncing, it was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth and my hands in my pockets. And when she took off her suit jacket, the business ends of those tits were clearly and rigidly outlined against the thin material of her blouse; no doubt, in my mind, yearning to be free of their cloth and Lycra confines and frolicking openly in my loving hands.

  I gave my head a shake, noticed a group of Japanese tourists laughing and pointing at me. I sheepishly turned my back on them and tried to think away my spontaneous hard-on with thoughts un-Jennifer.

  ‘That was a great meal,’ Jennifer said. ‘I’m stuffed.’

  Not yet, I thought, not yet.

  She got up from the small table and walked over to the mini-bar. I watched her every move. She was dressed down in a pair of tight, faded-blue jeans, and a thin, white T-shirt that did nothing to hide her enormous chest.

  ‘Would you like another drink?’ she asked, bending over and opening up the mini-bar.

  Her firm, rounded ass was a sight to behold. ‘Huh? Uh…sure,’ I responded. ‘I’ll have whatever you’re having.’

  She pulled out a couple of tiny, overpriced bottles and brought them back over to the table. She poured the contents into a couple of glasses, and we both quickly downed them. She left a rim of lipstick around the edge of her glass, and I pictured such a rim being left around my cock. I stifled my erection for the time being, however, and we shared a few laughs about the people we had met at the convention.

  When she brought over our fourth set of bottles, a slight stumble in her step, she put them on the table but didn’t sit down herself. She stood in front of me, not six dick-lengths away, her big chest heaving like she had just run around the hotel a couple of times. I could have been chivalrous and stopped staring at her tits, but being knighted wasn’t on my list of long-term goals, so I gazed at her breasts like they were some sort of optical illusion.

  ‘Like what you see?’ she whispered.

  The air in the room suddenly grew very, very hot, to go along with my face. I gulped, my tongue swollen in my dry mouth, and had trouble getting wind into my lungs. Her womanly scent and the heat from her body smothered me in a lust embrace. ‘I’d…I’d like to see more,’ I said, choking. I’d seen a fair bit of feminine action in my day, but nothing approaching a woman of Jennifer’s size and experience.

  ‘So would I,’ she replied. She pulled a couple of clasps out of her hair and her silky, blonde tresses cascaded down her back and shoulders. Then she pulled her T-shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.

  I swallowed hard and my throat creaked. Her tits were huge, the nipples large and dark inside her satiny, pink bra. ‘Wow,’ I said softly.

  I think Jennifer smiled then; I’m not really sure. I was watching her hands as they rubbed the sides of her slim, naked upper body, and then slowly rose up and caressed her breasts. She moaned slightly – I know that because I could hear it – as she squeezed the sides of her tits. Then she cupped her monstrous melons and hefted them slightly for my inspection.

  ‘Yeah,’ I stated eloquently.

  She massaged her tits through the silky material of her bra, then slowly undid the fastener on the front. I held my breath. When she squeezed her breasts together in the action of unlocking her treasure chest, I swore that I could’ve lived contentedly for the rest of my natural life in that deep, deep cleavage. She slipped off her bra in slow motion and her tits spilled out into the open. Free at last!

  They were even bigger and more beautiful than I had fantasized, and I had long imagined the shape and texture and suckability of those titanic tits during many, many an office bathroom jerk-off session. They were a sun-burnished brown like the rest of her body, and huge and smooth – sagging not a bit. And her two glorious, sun-kissed mounds were peaked with thick, brown, inch-long nipples that stood erectly to attention in the air-conditioned cool of the hotel room. She lifted her tits with her hands, squeezed them together, sho
ok them, rolled the long, rigid nipples between her fingers, moaning an accompaniment to her sensual tit-play. Her massive breasts were obviously sensitive to the touch and, hopefully, taste.

  ‘You’re beautiful, Jennifer,’ I said, stating the obvious.

  ‘Suck my tits,’ she hissed, more to the point. ‘Suck my tits, you big, tit-hungry stud!’

  My eyebrows shot up along with my cock. So, she liked to talk dirty. Dirty it would most definitely be. I jumped up, brushed her hands aside, and grabbed on to her tits for the first time. They were as full and heavy and hot as I’d imagined. They were more than a handful. I squeezed them, kneaded them, rubbed them with shaking fingers and sweaty hands. I lightly pinched and rolled her impossibly large nipples. I fondled those incredible tits like a blind man shopping for watermelon.

  Her body trembled at my touch, and her eyes glazed over with lust. Her lips opened and closed like she was already on the verge of a catastrophic orgasm. But she managed to give voice to her filthy feelings, and my filthy thoughts. ‘Explore my tits with your hands and your mouth and your tongue!’ she said, in a quavery voice thick with passion. ‘Then stick your big cock between my tits and spray them with hot, sticky cum!’

  ‘Sweet Jesus,’ I mumbled. I shoved her tits together and was about to apply some suction and saliva when her legs buckled and she collapsed backwards onto the bed. I was on top of her in an instant, and I was holding nothing back. I frantically sucked on her right breast while I squeezed her left.

  ‘Yes, suck my fucking tits!’ she screamed, twisting her head back and forth, her body writhing around on the bed.

  The lady’s tits were of the super-sensitive variety, just as they were super-sized, so I poured on the oral stimulation. I tongued her mocha nipples, teasing them till they swelled even further in my mouth, and became drenched in my saliva. I sucked and sucked on them, bouncing my head from one to the other, licking and biting them, all the time squeezing and rubbing the mammoth mammaries on which they stood to damp, rigid attention. Then I inhaled as much of Jennifer’s right tit as I could cram into my mouth, which wasn’t much, and flattened my tongue against her nipple and sucked long and hard.

  ‘Fuck, yes!’ she wailed, her hands in her hair, my hair. ‘I’m coming!’

  I almost choked on her tit. This was one goddamn passionate MILF! I pulled back for a second, keeping my hands on her tits, always on her tits, and stared down at her bronzed upper body, her tits spit-soaked and polished, her lower body still spray-painted jeans. It was a picture worth a thousand cum shots. I couldn’t admire it for long, however, as Jennifer desperately grabbed my head and pulled me back down to her chest.

  ‘Suck my tits, lover!’ she cried.

  It was hard to imagine at that moment that this stark-craven woman was the same cool, professional businessperson who walked the impersonal hallways of the office back home. I didn’t give it much thought, though – I had my hands full. I shoved her fleshy mounds together and sucked relentlessly on one nipple and then the other, flapped my tongue across the both of them at the same time.

  ‘Yes, baby! Yes!’ she yelled, then grew ominously rigid. Her fingernails dug into my scalp and her eyes flew open and she stared desperately at her approaching ecstasy, her muscles tensing with the onslaught of all-out orgasm.

  I lapped joyously at her nipples, buffing her tits with my tongue. She let loose a muffled scream and her body began quivering like a sexual divining rod at an orgy. I didn’t stop for a second. I sucked and bit on her nipples, fondled them with my fingers, kneaded her beautiful tits with my hands. She gasped for air, then shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, as her body was ferociously jolted by orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. White-hot sexual ecstasy tore through her body and her tits and burst into my greedy mouth. I desperately fought to maintain contact with her jouncing tits, as her body bucked and bounced all over the bed.

  After what seemed an eternity in cum-time, but was only a minute in real-time, she finally came to rest with a groan. Her face and tits were soaked. I lapped at the sweat on and between her tits, and it tasted clean and salty and good.

  ‘Thank you,’ she murmured, and smiled up at me.

  ‘I know how you can,’ I said.

  ‘Help yourself. Anything.’

  I grinned like I was her personal bra-fitter, then stood up and tore off my shirt and my pants and my shorts. My cock sprang out into the cum-humid air and pointed arrow-straight at her lush chest.

  ‘Tit fuck me, baby,’ she said softly, reading the thoughts in both of my heads.

  She slid further onto the bed and I jumped on top of her and straddled her chest. I stared at the slick path between her gigantic tits and readied myself for action. She beat me to it. She grabbed my cock and began stroking it, slowly, sensuously at first, then faster and faster, until her hand and my brain were a blur. I felt cum boiling at the base of my cock, and I closed my eyes and tossed back my head – the only things of importance in the world becoming her hand and my cock, my cock and her hand.

  She pulled me back from the precipice of ecstasy by tugging me down into the cleft between her tits. ‘Fuck my tits, baby!’ she urged. ‘Then spray your cum all over them!’

  I opened my eyes, gave my head a shake, and reached down and shoved her tits together – against and over the top of my cock. The sensation was like nothing I had felt before. I let my cock bask momentarily in the damp, super-heated pressure of her giant tits, then started sliding it back and forth within her fleshy canyon.

  ‘That’s the way,’ she said, replacing my hands with hers.

  She pushed her tits together even harder and the pressure on my cock became unbearable. It felt like I was plundering a virgin’s tight pussy for the very first time. I moved my hips and shoved my cock back and forth between her pillows as best I could, until she temporarily loosened her hold on her tits and spat on my cock and into her love tunnel, lubricating both for better action. She pressed her tits back together again and I thrust my slickened cock back and forth between them. I groaned when the fiery head of my cock poked through her tits and she licked it.

  ‘Suck it, Jen!’ I encouraged her, stopping my rocking motion so that my cock-head peeked out from between her tits, pointed at her mouth.

  She bent her head forward as far as she could and tongued and sucked on my swollen cock-head. Her lips and tongue were warm and wet and soft. My body shuddered like I’d been plugged into an electrical socket dick first when she bit lightly on my purple head, and her tongue slapped across my slit.

  ‘Yeah,’ I moaned. Pre-cum seeped out of my dick and she greedily lapped it up and swallowed it.

  ‘I want more,’ she hissed. ‘I want you to cum on my tits and my face…and in my mouth!’ She nipped angrily at my cock and I knew that she meant it.

  I picked up the rocking rhythm again, tit-fucking that gorgeous woman for all I was worth. She smiled wickedly up at me in anticipation, then pulled back her right tit and sucked on the engorged nipple. I could stand it no longer.

  I slammed my cock in and out of the tunnel between her tits, the tension towering to the exploding point in my balls. I grabbed on to the headboard and frantically pounded away at her huge tits, my cock on fire as it rubbed her breasts and chest. The bed rattled with my frenetic tit-fucking, until I smashed through the point of no return and the hot, slick friction on my cock forced the cum to shoot up from my balls and out the tip of my blazing cock.

  ‘I’m coming!’ I screamed.

  ‘Cum all over my tits!’ she screamed back.

  I grabbed my bursting cock and pumped it frantically over top of her tits. White-hot jism rocketed out of my dick and splashed down onto Jennifer’s tits and face. My body jerked and my legs quivered as I doused those glorious tits and that beautiful face with what felt like gallons and gallons of super-heated cum.

  She groaned as my cum rained down on her and coated her nipples and tits and face in long, hot, thick ropes. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and h
ungrily captured and swallowed as much of my cum as she could.

  ‘Fuck!’ I shouted, my cock spurting my lust onto her face and body. I tugged at my meat desperately, milking it of its gigantic load, painting Jennifer’s tits white with my jism.

  Then my body spasmed one final time, and the last of my sizzling semen shot out of my cock and found a home in her wanton mouth. I dropped my cock and used both of my hands to hold myself up on the headboard. Sweat poured off my face and onto Jennifer’s face and tits, mixing with the steaming puddles of semen that she hadn’t yet licked clean.

  She looked up at me as I gasped for air, my chest heaving. ‘Help me clean up this mess?’ she asked with a naughty smile.

  ‘Sure,’ I groaned, fighting to stay conscious, totally and absolutely drained. I bent down to kiss her on the lips and her tongue snaked out and I tasted cum.

  She cupped her breasts and pointed them at me. I flopped down on top of her and began licking her massive tits, tonguing sweat and cum off her breasts and then depositing it in her mouth. She greedily took it in, swallowed it down, sucking my tongue to get all of the cum out of my mouth and into hers. I shoved her giant tits forward and we lapped at them together, sucked on her nipples, passionately frenched till all of the cum was gone.

  When her huge tits were finally mopped clean, she smiled at me and asked, ‘Do you do bottoms, too?’

  Men At Work

  by Elizabeth Cage

  ‘Bloody workmen. You just can’t rely on them.’

  Emma cringed as Matt slammed the phone down. ‘They were supposed to be here at seven. I wanted to brief them about the layout.’ She knew what was coming next. ‘Can you sort this out, Emma, love?’ he wheedled, giving her a boyish grin that had once charmed her into agreeing to most of his requests, reasonable or otherwise.

  ‘You know I have to go to the office. I’m late as it is.’

  Before she could answer, he’d grabbed the car keys and was already on his way out.

  ‘Of course, Matt. No problem, Matt,’ she muttered irritably to the empty kitchen.