One evening we were having a conversation and I asked how his day had been. His response wasn’t entirely what I’d been expecting.
“Well, the guy upstairs has been shagging his missus. They’ve been at it like rabbits for ages and, frankly, I’m jealous and as horny as fuck.”
I laughed out loud.
“Sorry, old fruit (yes, he really said that!), was I a bit too honest there?”
“No, it just wasn’t what I was expecting you to say, that’s all.”
“Sorry. It has been a while though.”
“Well then,” I replied, feeling the same way myself, “you need to get laid then, don’t you?”
“I do. I just wish you didn’t live so far away.”
“Me too. I’m sure we’d have a great time together.”
“Oh, we would. I’d show you what you’ve been missing. Those idiot blokes round your way clearly haven’t got a clue.”
“Really?” I said, knowing exactly where this was going, “And how would you do that then?”
“I’d lick you and make you come until you ache, then fuck you until you’re sore.”
I had to admit, it sounded like a good offer. I suddenly wished we didn’t live so far apart, as well. My mind wandered, thinking of the possibilities when Nathan piped up, “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“No, but with an offer like that I wish I had yours between my legs right now!”
“I bet your pussy tastes gorgeous. I could lick you all day. Do you like being rimmed?”
“Can’t say I’ve ever tried it. Into that, are you?”
“Oh yes.”
It appeared the posh boy was also deliciously dirty.
“I would love to lick your tight little arsehole then stick my tongue inside and feel it twitch around me. Then when I’d got it nice and slippery, I’d stick my cock up there and ride you hard.”
I couldn’t deny his words were having an effect on me. I felt a heat between my thighs, almost like a blush. I suspected that if I looked in a mirror my face would be red too, and was glad he couldn’t see me.
“Wow,” I said, more to fill the silence than anything, “you certainly like anal play, don’t you?”
“And so would you if you tried it,” he replied, not missing a beat, “I’ve known women to squirt from anal sex alone, with no other stimulation.”
“Honestly?” I was intrigued. I prided myself on my open mind, but wouldn’t it hurt?
“Yes, honestly. And done properly it won’t hurt a bit. Plenty of lube and even more patience is all it takes. I’d love to take your anal virginity.”
I giggled. “I never thought of it like that. I certainly wouldn’t say no to trying it. But I’d still want to be fucked in the traditional way, too.”
“Well, you can see to that right now, can’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a vibrator, don’t you?”
I stifled a laugh. I did, but not in the singular. I had several toys of various shapes and sizes, but when it came to speedy and powerful orgasms, my first choice was always the same. My faithful Mr Big Rabbit Vibrator. Purchased during a special promotion on LoveHoney, it had been my favourite toy ever since, despite it costing me a fortune in batteries from its frequent use.
“I do, why?”
“I want you to wank for me, right now.”
Hearing those words in his dulcet tones melted my pussy. I could, by now, feel my juices slicking up my labia and drenching my underwear. I had no objection to his demand, except to question, “And what are you going to do?”
“Stroke my cock as I listen, of course. Then envisage your face as I come. I’d love to spunk all over you, especially your ass.”
“Enough with the ass. You’ve never even seen it.”
“But I have a spectacular image in my head. Now, are you getting your toy out, or what?”
“Yes. Hang on a minute.”
I rolled over on my bed, where I’d been lounging during our conversation and reached over to my bedside table. I opened the door and retrieved Mr Big. Rolling onto my back I began to wriggle out of my jeans and thong ready for some naughty time.
“What are you doing now?” Nathan enquired.
“I’m just trying to get my jeans and thong off, then I’m ready to play.”
“Is that right? Has our dirty talk made you wet?”
Grinning at his confidence, I whipped off my clothes, and touched myself. I’d known I was wet, but it still surprised me to discover just how much.
“Very wet.”
“God I wish I was there now, burying my head between your thighs and licking up all those juices, ready to slide my cock in your tight little pussy.”
“Me too. But for now, I’ll just have to make do with Mr Big.”
As if to prove my point, I pushed the button, stirring the vibrator into life.
“Tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
I send Mr Big south and give Nathan a running commentary of what’s happening…
“I’m rubbing the vibrator up and down my vulva, alternately teasing my clit and my labia, occasionally delving deeper so the head of the vibrator nestles against the entrance to my soaking pussy…”
I hear his breathing grow heavier on the other end of the line, so I continue, “I’m slowly pushing the vibrator inside myself. Its length and girth are stretching my pussy. I’m imagining it’s you, kissing my neck and shoulders as your cock fills my hole. I’m gently twisting the fake cock, as the rim of its head stimulates my g-spot. I’m thrusting and twisting it inside me.”
“Go on baby, go on. My cock is red hot and rigid. I’ve had to slow down before I explode.”
His words just fuelled my passion further and I ramped up the speed of the bunny ears on my clit, knowing my orgasm would soon be upon me.
“I’ve just turned up the speed of my vibrator so we can come together. I’m stroking my clit with the bunny ears, wishing they were your tongue and lips.”
I gasp as the familiar tingles signal the onset of my climax.
“I’m opening my legs as wide as they’ll go and fucking myself with the toy. I’m wishing it was you, your hips thrusting and pounding against mine, your sweat dripping from your brow onto me and my hands digging into your arse cheeks.”
“I’d love for you to dig your nails into me, leaving little dents on my ass and scratch marks down the length of my back.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to help myself. The faster and harder you go, the more wild I become.”
“Ooh, you little wildcat. Will you pull my hair and slap my face?”
“If you want me to.”
“What are you doing now?”
“I’m still fucking myself. Race you to the finish line?”
“It’s hardly going to be a race darling, I can barely hold back as it is. If we were doing this for real, it’d all be over by now, you make me so horny.”
“That’s nice to hear. I trust you’d soon be ready to go again after coming? I’m insatiable, you know.”
“I don’t doubt it. Come for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you.”
“You can listen from close quarters then.”
I moved the phone from my ear and rested my arm on my thigh, so he’d be able to hear the noise of the vibrator, and the squelching of my pussy. I continued to slide the shaft in and out of my saturated hole, knowing he could hear the movement. My urge to come grew stronger and so I concentrated on my swollen clit once more. Bringing the handset back to my ear, I said, “I’m almost there. I wish I was coming all over your face, or your prick.”
“Sounds good. I’m holding out for you. Let me know, and we’ll do it together.”
“I’m flicking the ears across my clit like crazy now. The power is on full and I’m mega close.”
The intense tingling feeling started again, growing and growing until…
“Now!” I moaned, as the waves hit and my pussy contracted crazily around the sha
ft of Mr Big and my entire body felt release.
Almost immediately, Nathan sucked in a huge breath.
“Mmm…” then silence.
I could hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears and I let the vibrator slip out of me with an audible ‘plop’.
Nathan suddenly broke the silence.
“Fucking hell, that was incredible. I haven’t come that hard or that much in ages. My balls are well and truly emptied.”
“Glad to be of service. Imagine what it’d be like for real.” I smiled.
“I don’t want to imagine. I intend to find out for real, if you’re willing.”
“Oh I’m more than willing. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“Nor I you, sweetheart. So, when are you free so I can give you a proper seeing to?”
Somehow, I suspected that I wouldn’t be going through nearly as many batteries in the near future.
Later, on ending the call with Nathan, I immediately logged on and ordered a job lot of condoms and some other kinky things. I fully intended to ensure he was as good as his word with regards the ‘proper seeing to.’ I couldn’t wait.
Tech Support
by Sommer Marsden
“I’ve done it again,” I whisper into the phone. Extension eleven is lit up; Tech Support. The hot little red button that matches my wildly beating heart and the moisture in the crotch of my panties. “Can you come quickly?”
Well, not too quickly, I think and grin.
“I’ll be right there, Doris,” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. For some reason, his voice reminds me of sinful dark chocolate melting on my tongue.
I wait and cross my legs. That’s not good. I uncross them and swivel my seat. I bounce my knee and I wonder how long it can take him to walk down the hall. It has been an eternity since I hung up the phone. Hasn’t it?
I hear the heavier walk of a man. Women swish and sway down the centre aisle all day, but when a man walks past it’s different. A different vibration and different rhythm. The cubicle walls shake just a bit more when a man walks by. I hold my breath and only release it when I start to feel lightheaded.
There he is, dark hair and glasses. Brown eyes and a tired smile. He has been working overtime and the sleep deprivation is showing in the lines around his eyes. A little too heavy, a little too pale, a little too average for my normal likes. My heart kicks up into overtime and I feel my pussy clench just a bit. I am way too worked up.
I take a deep breath. “Sorry,” I say softly. I am lying through my teeth. I am not sorry at all. Not one little bit. But he thinks I am and his cheeks flush with red and he smiles. He shakes his head.
“Believe it or not, I’m grateful for you, Doris. As long as you work here, I have job security.” He moves into the tiny confines of my cubicle and the air grows charged around me. At least my nipples think so, because they stand at attention and rub against the warm white silk of my blouse.
“Glad I can help,” I joke. I brace myself for what will come next. The top three buttons on my blouse undone, I am prepared today.
“Doris, Doris, Doris, what am I going to do with you?” Mike asks.
Fuck me? But I don’t say it. I hold my breath instead and his arms go around me. He stands behind my office chair and reaches his arms around on either side of mine. There they are. His hands. On my keyboard. All the while his breath is on my neck because his head is next to mine. I can see the fluorescence reflected in his glasses as he fixes my mangled program. I was never really good with tables. They stump me. So it is not hard for me to fuck them up to earn a visit from Mike and his hands.
“You can click and drag this over here, you know?” he says and I watch him work that mouse. To me, it’s like watching porn. The dark hair on his knuckles makes me weak in the knees. The way the tendons flex just below the skin. And the scar on his right index finger that looks like a crescent moon has starred in many of my fantasies. The way it would disappear as he fucked me with his fingers. The flash of white flesh dipping into my pink recesses. I shiver.
“I didn’t know that,” I say to prolong exposure.
“Yes, you did. I told you last time.” His hot breath slides down into the vee of my blouse, caresses my cleavage.
“Oh. Oops.”
“I need an admin assistant to work this project tomorrow. Can you help? Faye is busy and she’s a pain in the ass anyway. I know it’s Saturday but please. Can you do it?”
“Me?” I say to his middle finger. Then I tear my gaze up to his open, friendly, clueless face and say, “Sure. What time do you want me? Should I be here! What time should I be here?”
“Seven.”
“I’ll bring donuts for everyone,” I say. He punches a few keys and I watch his big fingers dance over the tiny keys. I squeeze my inner thighs together and a warm ribbon of pleasure fills my pussy.
“What everyone? You and me, kid. Skeleton crew.”
My mouth goes dry and I feel like I might faint. Go all girly and pass out and slide right out of the chair. “Oh,” I manage.
“You’re all fixed up.” He squeezes my shoulder and the pressure from his strong hands stops my breath. “See you in the morning?”
I nod. The moment he is gone, I scamper off. Run to the small private bathroom as fast as my two-inch heels will let me. I slump against the mauve-coloured door, prop one heel on the sink and get myself off. One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms, like brightly coloured poppies blooming just for me.
I walk back to my desk. Cheeks flushed, heart erratic, body warm. I cannot believe I have just done that. There’s no telling what I’ll do tomorrow when it’s just me and Mike. Nothing. Nothing at all. I will control myself and act like a pro. Mike has no interest in me. Sadly.
“I did it again,” I say and stare at the red indicator on my phone. Only, this time, I really have done it and not on purpose. “I don’t know what I hit. The whole thing is gone. It’s gone!” My voice is going up and my eyes are tearing up. Damn.
“I’ll be right there,” he says and laughs. His easy laughter makes me feel worse. Here we are on a Saturday working overtime and I screwed up. I lost the document because I wasn’t focused on the inventory list. I was focused on my vivid dirty movie of me and Mike. And his fingers. The way he would pinch my nipples before running his finger slowly down my chest, between my breasts, and over the flat of my belly. How my stomach would do that fluttering thing it does when something almost tickles but doesn’t quite and…
“What’s gone?” Mike says and stands in the doorway of my cubicle with his hands on his hips. His watch band is thick black leather, like a biker. I’ve never seen him in jeans. He looks completely normal and totally different.
“The spreadsheet for inventory.”
He walks forward, grinning. “I doubt it’s gone.”
“It is. I was typing and poof! Gone! Blank document.”
Mike reaches around me. A move that should be very familiar but somehow never grows old and says right in my ear, “Just minimize it. You must have hit Control N by accident. New document. Remember?”
Now I feel stupid. But the wave of goosebumps that has gone up my neck lets me forget how stupid I feel. My nipples peak in my pink and black skull T-shirt and I am fighting the urge to squirm. We are alone. In the office. Completely. I can’t seem to swallow. “Sorry.” I say it so much, I should get it tattooed on me.
“I like this,” he says and I notice that his voice sounds different. More assured. Deeper.
“What?”
“This T-shirt. The snaps right here –” He takes his hand off my mouse and slides one finger down into my cleavage. His finger is hot and hard and I watch it dip between my breasts and I am mesmerized.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. But I’d like it better open,” he says and tugs.
The final two silver snaps let go with a pop! pop!
I shift in my seat and it doesn’t help. It does nothing to dampen the pulse that has star
ted to beat steadily between my thighs. I close my eyes and focus on the inhale.
“And I like the way you look when you get all flustered. And the way your breasts move up, up, up when you are trying to get a deep breath. Like right now,” he says right against my earlobe. Then he dips his head and kisses me right above my heart. His lips are warm and soft and I can smell his shampoo.
“Oh,” I say, brilliantly.
His hands come back in and gather me up. Wrap around me and then tug me to my feet. I go very willingly. Like some pretty boneless thing. “I like these jeans. They are well loved,” he says, hooking his hand in the front. Then he tugs and my little silver buttons give up the ghost. I am bare inside my denim and his hand slides down into my pants and covers me. He presses just his middle finger to the cleft of my sex and puts a hard pressure on my clit. I sink back against him.
Mike pushes my jeans down, but only to my knees. I go to kick them off and he steadies me with his hands. “No, leave them there.”
So I do. I am bound by my own pants when he tilts me forward slightly and from behind pushes a finger into me. He adds another and my cunt flexes around him, welcoming. Damn. And I can’t see it.
“You can watch my fingers next time,” he laughs and I feel my eyes roll back. So he does know. I smile.
I close my eyes and picture the crescent moon scar being swallowed by my red-flushed pussy. I hang my head down and the computer fan kicks on with a whir. Mike strokes me slowly until I feel that tightness start. His other index finger rests with still but firm pressure on my clit. I’m making little sounds in my throat now.
“Almost there, Doris,” he says and I feel the velvet head of his cock nudge me. I push back and try to widen my stance. “No, no, nice and tight together,” says Mike, pushing against my hips with his palms. Holding my legs together so tight that my knees and ankles touch. He pushes again, tilts me forward more and slides home. One finger back to my clit and he starts a slow steady stroke that accents the intense friction. The chair rolls a little and he steadies us.
He puts his finger in my mouth and I lick at it. His fingers have the heady perfume of sex and attraction. He continues to stroke and rock and I come. Easy and sharp like a firecracker going off in the summertime.
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