by W C AURORA
He looked up at her as she approached him, “Hi, my name is Ashley,” she said and sat in the seat next to him. “I’m Brian. It was a pleasure being able to take a shot from your cleavage,” he said.
“How would you like more?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a little too drunk to beat around the bush, so I’m just going to say it. I lost my purse and it had everything in it. My keys, my phone, money. Anyway, I need cab fare. Can you help me?”
Brian sipped from his beer and smiled, “Of course. You don’t mind working for it do you?”
“Of course not.”
“I’ll give you a hundred for a blow job.”
Ashley considered the proposition for a moment, “Okay, but I’m not going to swallow,” she said.
He stood up and took Ashley by the hand. The athlete smiled as they walked by and continued cleaning up.
The two of them stepped into the men’s room. Brian locked the door behind them and held the door open to the handicap stall for Ashley. “I like to hold on to the grab bar,” he said and smiled.
Ashley knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out of his boxers. “Let me see your tits,” he said.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Ashley said.
“Come on. I need something to get me going.”
“Fine,” Ashley said. She pulled the straps of her dress down and removed her bra. Her tits bounced to freedom and Brian’s cock grew and extended to seven inches. Ashley licked the head before sliding the shaft halfway into her mouth. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed across her tongue and on the inside of her cheek. She looked up at Brian with her big brown eyes. He looked back down at her with intense eyes and licked his lips. “Does it taste good?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” Ashley moaned with his cock deep in her mouth.
“How far can you go?”
Ashley licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her plush lips slowly moved down his shaft and when she felt his head on the back of her throat, she pushed farther, until her bottom lip brushed his scrotum. Then she backed out even slower, and she felt his cock flinch on her tongue.
“Oh god,” he said.
She began working on just the tip. Sucking on it like it was a lollipop and massaging his balls with her hand while rubbing her tits with the other. “That feels good baby,” Brian said, “Your tits are amazing. Keep rubbing them. I wish my wife had tits like yours.”
Ashley stopped after he made the comment. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and wiped the spit away. “What?” she said.
Brian stammered a little, but he was freed from answering by the sound of the doorknob jiggling, followed by a knock.
“Just a second,” Brian yelled to the door.
“What do we do?” Ashley asked.
“We have to make this quick,” Brian said.
He shoved his cock in Ashley’s mouth before she was ready. Her eyes grew big with shock and Brian, unapologetically started thrusting his hips. His hand was on top of her head and he forced her to rock back and forth. Oh fuck, he’s fucking my mouth, Ashley thought.
Brian looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and bright and staring at him. Her tits jiggled slightly and her hands were on her knees, waiting patiently.
She felt the head tickle the back of her throat, and the more Brian moaned and enjoyed it, the farther his dick went down her throat, until she started to gag on it. She coughed and her eyes watered. Mascara started to run down her face. Ashley had never been abused like this before. Was it weird that she liked it?
“Here it comes,” he said as he closed his eyes.
Both of his hands were on the back of hear head, and he thrust hard into her mouth like he was fucking a pussy. Ashley opened her mouth as wide as possible and she felt the head of his dick go down her throat. She couldn’t stop gagging. She felt her face flush with color and drool ran down her chin.
“Oh fuck,” he said, and there was another knock on the door, “One second,” he yelled again.
“It’s coming you fucking bitch, I hope you’re ready….” then Brian grunted. His face turned red as he gave one last thrust. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load on Ashley’s face. The warm goo covered her from the forehead down to her lips.
“What the fuck,” Ashley said as she continued coughing.
“Sorry,” Brian said as he held onto the end of his dick. He handed her some toilet paper and buttoned his pants. Ashley wiped the cum from her face and her makeup smudged everywhere. By the end of it, she looked like a prostitute. She was one, technically.
He handed her a one hundred dollar bill and smiled. “I come here often,” he said, “anytime you need a little extra cash, just stop by.”
Ashley took the money as she leaned over the toilet and spit. “Thanks asshole,” she said, and covered her tits.
There was one more knock on the door followed by a muffled plea to hurry. “I’ll distract this guy and you sneak out behind me,” Brian said.
She splashed water on her face at the sink, and a line of freckles on her cheek was exposed. There was an argument outside the door and Ashley knew that was her cue. She opened the door enough to slip through and the man that waited outside was in Brian’s face screaming. He grabbed Brian by the collar and Brian raised his hands in defense.
That didn’t stop the man from punching Brian in the face.
Ashley smiled a little as she snuck by the two men. The few that remained in the bar were distracted by the fight, and Ashley was able to make a clean getaway, with the exception of an embarrassing wave to the pretty athlete with the toned ass, who laughed as she quickly walked to the door.
The weather turned cold and Ashley felt naked despite being in her dress once again. She turned to the strip club and was surprised to see Kate sitting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you would have left by now,” she said as she sat next to her.
“I couldn’t get a hold of you. I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Kate said, and handed the cigarette to Ashley who took a drag from it.
“So you’re smoking again huh?”
“First one in twenty years, but after tonight, I really felt like one. What happened to you? You look like hell.”
“It was an interesting night. I drank way too much and then lost the keys to the car, but don’t worry, the cab is on me,” Ashley said, and held up the one hundred dollar bill, “I don’t think we’ll be able to set up a threesome tonight.”
“That’s okay, I had a good time.”
On the cab ride home, the two of them kissed gently in the back seat, still in a euphoric and drunken stupor. The cab driver ran a red light as he watched them in the rear view mirror, but they made it home safely and spent the rest of the night fondling each other on Kate’s bed until they fell asleep.
Two Dicks
The weekend ended quietly. Ashley woke up early Sunday morning and left without saying goodbye like a one-night-stand. The only difference was a simple note that Kate later found on the coffee table that stated: Took a cab home. Had a great time, I’ll call you later in the week sweetie - Ashley. Then was followed by a smiley face to show sincerity. Kate spent most of the day lounging around in a robe and recounting her time at Pink and about Number Six and occasionally playing with herself.
That’s what made Monday so hard. She forgot about being forty and about her boring job as an accountant, until she was trapped behind her desk, crunching numbers and staring at a computer screen all day.
“Real life,” she muttered and sighed as she flipped the page to the quarterly profits report, a simple action that she performed on a daily basis and one she would end up regretting.
She only had one hour left in the day. She just had to finish confirming the report and she could leave. Maybe she would call Ashley and they would stay in and have dinner together and see if maybe they couldn’t recreate the magic from the weekend, but her keen eye spo
tted a mistake in the report before the page could finish falling into place. The numbers didn’t match the graph on the top of the page, and after a little investigating, she discovered a mathematical error, which meant the accounting department would have to start over again, from the very beginning.
“Son of a bitch,” she whispered and put her hand over her forehead. She stood and breathed in deeply to suppress the stress she felt building inside of her. “Real life,” she muttered again, and wished she could slip back into the world of fantasy and physical pleasure.
For some reason she thought work would be different that week. She thought it would be flirty and fun. A place where she could talk about her weekend in the break room and people would reveal their own sex stories and maybe make plans to hook up with each other after work, after all, there were a number of attractive people in the office. But she realized after the first hour of the day how ridiculous of an idea that was. Being confined to a cubicle all day and surrounded by numbers and papers was hardly something that inspired sexual fantasy. Perhaps she was still high from her weekend of sexual exploitation.
She knocked on the door of Brad’s office. He was the lead accountant, in charge of every profits report and known to be somewhat high strung. When you’re in charge of the losses and profits of a company, the stress gets to you. As a result, Brad wasn’t much for jokes or casual conversation.
He waved Kate into the office and motioned for her to sit while he ended a conversation with a client over the phone. Kate sat in the chair that faced his desk and tugged at her skirt to try to lengthen it. There was a picture of Brad and his wholesome wife on the corner of his desk. The two of them stood by a lake and smiled at Kate, and it felt a little like she was being judged. As she prepared for work that morning and thought about Number Six, she decided to dress as sexy as possible. She wore a skirt that ended several inches above her knees and black stockings that ended at her thighs. If she sat in certain positions people could see the lace where her stockings ended and the thought of it excited her. Her low cut top showed off her cleavage and she caught several guys peek as they passed by. The outfit pushed the boundaries of the office dress code. While it may not be sexy for say, a nightclub, it was definitely an eye catcher at work and the thought of being sent home for being too sexy turned her on. Unfortunately, those feelings weren’t the same as she sat in front of her boss’ desk waiting to deliver the bad news. She felt cold and admittedly insecure. She wished she would have taken a moment to think about what she was wearing before she left the house.
Brad hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. His tie hung loose from his collar and he sighed in exasperation. “Let me guess,” he said, “you found the error in the profits report.”
“Yes. You already know?” Kate said softly.
“Of course I know. I know everything that goes on in this fucking office.”
“So I guess that means we’re working overtime tonight.”
“No, we can’t. The profits on that report are too high. We didn’t make that much money last quarter. We can’t afford to pay everyone overtime.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“You and I are going to stay. We’ll do it ourselves. It shouldn’t take more than three hours.”
Kate nodded and went back to her desk. As everyone left, she gathered all of her files to prepare for the three hour project. It was eerily quiet without phones ringing constantly and the humming of copiers every five minutes. Most of the lights had been shut off except for Brad’s office, and it seemed very dark.
The time passed slowly but gradually they made progress. Brad’s shirt was untucked as he paced back and forth and read numbers to Kate, who punched them into a calculator. “Okay, as long as those numbers work out, all we have to do is print the new report,” Brad said as he sat down at his desk, “I’m sorry to keep you late, I know you probably had plans.”
Kate finished her calculations, then looked up at Brad, “Oh no. I had a busy weekend, so I was just going to stay in tonight.”
“Oh yeah. What did you do?”
Kate waved her hand casually and smiled, “Oh, it was nothing too exciting, just busy,” she said.
“Tell me. I know I come across as a hard ass, but that’s only because this job is so demanding. I’m really a nice guy, I promise.”
Kate put her papers down and relaxed a little, “It was my birthday. I turned forty,” she said.
“Forty! Really? I would have never guessed you were older than thirty.”
“Oh thanks. I went out with a friend. We had a good time.”
“Where did you go?”
Kate laughed a little and her face turned red, “Oh, I probably shouldn’t say. It’s a little inappropriate for work.”
“Tell me. It’s just us. I can keep a secret.”
Kate smiled before reluctantly answering, “I went to Pink.”
“Whoa! The strip club? I’ve been there a few times. It’s fun. I didn’t know you where interested in women.”
“Oh no, I’m not, but you know, I was interested in experimenting. I don’t have a lot of sexual experience and my friend Ashley came over and we started talking about sex, then suddenly I was on top of her… oh my. I should stop talking.”
“That’s okay,” Brad said, “let’s just finish here.”
“Okay,” Kate agreed, “I have a little bit of a headache, do you have any aspirin?”
Brad grinned a little and reached into his desk. He handed her a small white bottle, “take only one, they’re powerful,” he said.
Kate dumped one of the small white pills into the palm of her hand and tossed it into her mouth. She continued about her work quietly. She finished crunching the numbers and everything seemed to turn out fine, except for the ticking she started to hear.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I guess it’s working,” Brad said.
“What are you talking about?” Kate asked, but Brad didn’t have to answer. The ticking was from Brad’s watch and grew louder with each passing second. Suddenly Kate was hypersensitive to everything. She could hear the scratching of the pencil that Brad used to sign his name. She rubbed her hands on her arm and felt the friction of the microscopic hairs. Something was different and it made everything seem pleasurable. She placed her hand on her breasts and massaged them and the feeling was sensational, like she was masturbating by rubbing her breasts. Brad leaned back in his chair and watched her with his hand down his pants. “What did you give me?” she asked, and the words echoed in her head.
“Just a home remedy,” he said.
It was hot in the room and tiny drops of sweat formed on Kate’s body and rolled down her chest tickling her as they ended at her stomach. She unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. “Oh yeah baby, show me your tits,” Brad said and Kate did what he said and allowed her top to slide off her shoulders. There was no explaining why she didn’t object to his demand, but for some reason, the drug didn’t allow her to say no. “Now rub your pussy a little, but don‘t get carried away, I don’t want you to cum until my dick is inside of you,” he said.
Kate put her hand down her skirt and rubbed herself. The friction from her panties felt nice on her clit and soon she was wet.
“I have a confession, Kate,” Brad said, “That error you found wasn’t a mistake. That report you worked on all day was a bogus report. I made it up so you would stay.”
“Why?” Kate said, the word leaving her mouth slowly as though it was a full sentence.
“I was at Pink this weekend. I saw you playing with yourself. I had to fuck you. Don’t worry about the drug, you’ll enjoy it more this way.”
“Then do it. Fuck me.” Kate said.
The two of them stood up. Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and sucked her nipples. Kate felt light as air and was helpless as Brad gripped her by the arms. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“I have a special talent I want to show you,” Brad said.
He took a step
back and removed his shirt and then unbuckled his pants. They dropped to the floor, and Kate couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“That can’t be real,” she said with her mouth agape.
There was nothing striking about the size of his dick, it wasn’t any larger than John’s dick, but right above it, standing erect, was a second dick. If every man had a subtraction sign, Brad had an equals sign. “Oh it’s real. Touch it,” Brad said.
Kate reached down and grabbed the one on top with her right hand, then used her left and grabbed the one below it. “Oh my god,” she said, “I thought it was just the drugs.”
She stroked them until they were nice and hard and ready to fuck. Brad knocked the files off the desk with his arm. He forced Kate to bend over the desk then lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. “Open your mouth,” he said. Kate did so, wondering what he had planned. He balled her red panties and shoved them into her mouth. “Not a word. Just nod your head yes or no,” he said.
She understood immediately and nodded yes. Her pussy was dripping wet and she felt it run down her leg. Brad touched it with his fingers and Kate moaned through the panties. “You like that don’t you?” Brad asked.
Kate nodded yes and closed her eyes.
He picked up his tie off the floor and tied Kate’s hands behind her back. She let this happen without hesitation.
“Have you ever had anything shoved up your ass?” he asked.
Kate opened her eyes and turned to look at Brad. She shook her head no in both response and rejection, but Brad didn’t care. He licked his finger, then slowly inserted it in her asshole. She moaned in discomfort at first, but once his finger was all the way in, she relaxed. Brad rubbed her pussy with his other hand, and Kate realized the anal penetration made her pussy even more excited.
“Mmmm…” Kate moaned.
“That’s not so bad is it?” Brad asked. Kate shook her head no.
“You want to try something a little bigger?” he asked. Kate nodded yes.