However, I was now in a very aroused state, probably more than I had ever been before in my life. My heart was racing and I could feel my hands shaking slightly. The hot feeling between my legs was becoming a stronger by each second. I gave them a sly little smile and wordlessly undid my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms.
Their jaws dropped in unison as my firm, round breasts were freed from their restraint. My nipples were so hard and erect that they were hurting. The two of them looked a bit silly with their mouths wide open. Neither one moved or said anything. I wondered to myself whether they were still breathing.
Since they weren't going to do anything, I made my move. I strutted over to Mike who was still standing there. The high heels made my breasts jiggle slightly and I could see both pairs of eyes following them. I could also hear a faint, squishing noises emanating from my private parts.
I reached Mike and put both my hands on his shoulders. It took a while, but he eventually got the hint and kneeled down on the ground. I wasn't satisfied with this and I pushed him back until he was lying down. I walked around until I was facing his feet and standing right over his face. I got down on my knees and slowly lowered myself until my pussy was almost touching his mouth. He began to pant and I could feel his hot breath through my sheer panties. I stayed there, not quite touching him, taking pleasure in this near contact.
Suddenly, he grabbed both my hips and pulled my down, forcing my now soaked twat onto his opened mouth. Involuntarily, I let out a gasp as he kissed and licked and sucked me through the material. I started to wriggle around, grinding my pelvis into his face. I could hear loud slurping noises from Mike as her tried to dislodge my panties with his mouth and taste my swollen folds directly. Eventually, he gave up and just tried flicking my clit with his tongue.
As good as this felt, it wasn't enough for me in my hyper-aroused state. While he continued to lick my pussy, I bent forwards and undid his pants, pushing them as far down as possible. Out sprang his dick, about as long as John's, but slightly wider. I sniffed the sweet smell of his pubic hair, but resisted the temptation to take his penis into my mouth at once. There was a large drop of pre-cum of the tip of his head, and I knew just what to use it for. I smeared the thick, clear liquid around his head with my fingers, making sure it was nice and slippery.
The attention to his penis made him cease his ministrations with his mouth and he also relaxed his grip on my hips. This allowed me to stand up and finally take my soaked panties off. I flung them lazily to the side and turned around to face him. I stood over my flatmate in near nakedness, my bare pussy framed in the corset, suspenders and stockings.
"Mmmm, nice. I never knew you shaved down there."
I knelt down again, this time positioning hips over his. I reached behind me and grasped his thick manhood, guiding it until it just touched the entrance of my hole. I moved his dick around the outside for a while, teasing him by almost putting it in, then raising my hips at the last moment. Eventually, this became too much for him to stand and he again grabbed my hips with his sturdy hands and pulled me down.
I was suddenly impaled on his shaft, the abundance of our combined lubrication ensuring that he was buried to the hilt on the first thrust. I let out a loud, high pitched yell as I felt the walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate this sudden invasion.
"Oh yeah!" said Mike. "You're so hot in there."
"Mmmmm, and you feel so big," I moaned as I rode his cock cowgirl style.
He began to rock his pelvis slightly, causing his dick to slide in and out. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth wider with this new sensation. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," I grunted with each little thrust.
We were now getting into a rhythm, Mike thrusting as hard as he could against the floor while I humped him back from the top. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement. I looked over and I saw Andrew with his dick out of his pants. He was stroking it slowly.
A wicked idea popped into my head and I called Andrew over to us. At first, he was hesitant, but he eventually walked over after taking off his clothes. He stopped and stood near Mike's head and I had to motion him closer until I finally held his penis in my hand.
I regarded the tip and the large drop of clear, glistening liquid upon it. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The exquisite, salty taste of pre-cum always made me feel incredible turned-on, and now was certainly no exception. I pumped my hips harder down on Mike's cock as I opened my mouth wide and took Andrew in. The pungent smell of pubic hair filled my nose.
I had always enjoyed sucking my boyfriend's cock, but this was such an incredible new experience. I was gorging myself on one piece of meat while another large dick was sliding in and out of my saturated pussy at the same time. I was getting stuffed at both ends - I had never felt anything like it before!
Even though I could not fit the whole of Andrew's cock in my mouth, I sucked and slurped for all I was worth while caressing the base of his shaft with my hand. I must have done a good job, because Andrew came first, squirting thick strong cream into my mouth and grunting incomprehensibly. I savored each stringy mouthful on my tongue before eagerly swallowing it. However, he pumped out a lot more semen than I expected and I couldn't swallow it all. Some of it dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin.
The taste of cum in my mouth pushed me over the edge and I felt the beginnings of a huge orgasm. I released Andrew's cock and opened my mouth wide. "Oh yes. Oh God. Ah, ahh, AHHHH!" I screamed.
My pussy began to contract rhythmically. This massaged Mike's dick tightly, and this added stimulus made him come too. He gripped my hips tightly and thrust deeply one last time. I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, my vaginal muscles milking every last drop out of his pulsating shaft.
After resting for a couple of minutes, I lifted myself off Mike's now softening rod and rolled over onto my back next to him. I wiped the residual semen off my chin with my fingers and licked it off, careful not to waste any of the delicious nectar. I was wallowing in that "just fucked" glow when I felt a pair of hands scoop me up. The next thing I knew, Andrew had deposited me on the dining table, my bottom hanging over the edge.
Evidently, Andrew had not had enough. He lifted my legs high in the air and plunged in. I was so wet by this stage that hardly felt it go in. He continued to thrust in and out for a while, holding my legs apart by the ankles. I suspect, however, that he too was feeling the lack of friction, for he soon pulled out. He pulled me off the table and onto my feet. I turned around and leaned over the table, presenting my ass high in the air. He firmly spread my legs apart, and I had to rebalance myself on the spike heeled shoes.
Andrew entered again, this time from behind, making me squeal in delight. His hands gripped my hips tightly, allowing him to push in deep and hard. Each thrust was accompanied by squelching noises as well as the slap of his thighs on my behind.
Mike had almost recovered and stood in front of me at the other end of the table. He put his half erect dick into my mouth, but Andrew was pumping me so hard from behind that I couldn't perform a really good blow job. Mike's cock was erect in no time, probably due more to the show he was being treated to than any skill on my part.
Andrew's pace picked up and I knew what was about to happen. He let out a loud grunt, his penis started to pulsate deep inside me. Then I felt him dump his load for what seemed like half a minute. I closed my eyes, enjoying this second injection into my pussy. I was now so filled with cum that it was running down the insides of my thighs and soaking the tops of my stockings. There were even some drops on my feet and shoes.
Of course, by this time I had completely abandoned sucking on Mike's penis. Not to be thwarted, he had been jerking off whilst watching the two of us. I opened my eyes just in time to see the first long string emerge from the tip of his head. It arced though the air and landed on my right cheek. Instinctively, I turned away, but of course it just kept coming. Soon, a sweet smelling river of sperm was running down the side of my face. A great amou
nt of it had also landed through my hair. I felt so wonderfully dirty, almost covered from head to toe with thick, sticky cream.
Andrew apologized for making such a mess (he needn't have, really), and helped me wipe off most of it with some tissues. I cleaned my corset and shoes as best I could before the semen all dried. The guys made some coffee and we talked for a while. Mike was soon snoring on the couch. I excused myself, had a quick shower and collapsed into bed myself. I was so exhausted that I slept through almost the whole of the next day.
The next few weeks were not as awkward as I would have thought. I made it clear to them that it was a one-off thing, something wonderful that happened at the spur of the moment, something that we shouldn't spoil with complications. Not that it stopped Mike from hinting about a repeat performance every now and again.
Mike, then Andrew, actually moved out a few weeks afterwards, both having found jobs elsewhere. The timing was perfect because John was planning to move in as soon as his college course finished. I'm still planning to give John his birthday present. Who knows? Maybe I'll even work up the courage to tell him about the first time I used that special outfit!
The End.
What Work?
His strong mind and masculine body easily tower over my small girlish frame. He leads both in business and our relationship. This is not a power I have granted someone else ever or so freely. There are small hidden secrets within him, when close enough I can feel his smooth palms and smell the scent of his baby soft smile. He hides his ambitions and dreams from the world but becomes my chatterbox, often opening his mind through tangled sheets and the aroma of our love.
The first time was literally breath taking. Never letting me forget he would enjoy ripping my clothes in every direction while consuming my body, he waited for my time without judgment or tease. We held secrets, secrets from each other and secrets from those who thought knew us better than ourselves. Our timing has always been prefect between our hearts and sideways from normal. Our vows were only spoken privately and in secret. I have been granted his heart and mind but he does not belong to me.
Through time we have dreamed of passionate love, dirty foreplay and experimenting with darkness...
Our office was often an organized mess I told myself- really we needed more sleep, more hours in the day, assistants and a massage would be nice. We treated ourselves like slave labor for a drive of success. Always the final two in the office watching the moon light our never opened large view scenic window. It was not uncommon for late night upset calls from home to drag us away from the piles of paperwork and unread emails. This time spent together was only a reminder of the pending future. Many months prior we had been introduced to each other casually in the office through a coworker. His hello was silenced by his deep brown eyes; I was both a puzzle and a piece of art work. We exchanged niceties and both leaned over to review the computer screen in question. My mind was blank as I could feel his eyes studying my every square inch with confusion and awe...
...We met at vacant properties after dark, in the morning, middle of the day and even on weekends. We were creative and passionate. This night my mind was too distracted to think, work ended early and I was alone in the office. Tonight he was charming colleagues at an association happy hour. Never far from reach, his text messages are playful and inviting. We were recently assigned a new bank owned vacant studio condo, verified clean that day. "I need you and a gate code" he writes. Night meetings are tricky and always interrupted by those we "belong" to but well worth the risk. I text him the gate code and time... I'm early; I take time to drive around the neighborhood allowing him time to impatiently wait.
The studio is located along the side of the complex on top of an unattached garage with a single private upward stair case. As I proceed up the staircase the screen door is slightly cracked and the front door is wide open. The AC has been cranked to the max and is slowly battling the hot desert summer heat. The studio is simple and modern, the open kitchen with a massive granite island overlooks the living room and bedroom area, the lights are off, the only light is pouring in from the street lamp outside. The wall large wall full of windows is barely covered by sheer white drapes floating from the high AC blow.
I turn to close and lock the front door, but I am greeted by warm hands on my hips. They slide from the top of my hip bones slowly forward, his fingers pressing deep, forcing my body to melt against his, his fingers slow and his hands grip the insides of my thighs while his lips run along the back of my neck intent on finding the perfect place to rest his first kiss today. His lips have found their place as he slowly releases his grip on my thighs, spinning me slowly around our lips and eyes both lock only visible by the outside street lamp. We move lip locked to the massive kitchen island, far too big for this tiny studio. He pushes his body against mine, his kiss is passionate and his tongue deep, he wants me to feel him grow hard. He throbs and grows harder against my thigh, releasing a small moan of encouragement and satisfaction each time. My hands trace his hard dick through his pants. I focused on the ridge between his shaft and head. He has no patience tonight and taste of gum and alcohol, his lips leave mine and trail down my neck and on to my exposed breasts, his tongue traces the V-neck shaped cotton T-shirt. Uncommonly careful and ginger his hands slide on my skin to remove the T-shirt, I stop stroking him to remove the shirt he takes the moment to remove the hooks from my bra.
Fully exposed he leans back to examine the image he has seen so many times before. Like a hawk after its prey he dives in on my nipple. With his mouth wide and lips sucking my DD breast presses against his face. He releases my nipple from his mouth only to engulf my breast with his hand, allowing my nipple to rest between his fingers. He smiles a deep smile as he twirls his tongue around my other nipple biting softly.
He stands kissing me deep, I let my lips fall- he knows I will bite his lip and this time he is prepared to match me. My lips fall and I begin to bite and suck his bottom lip, he firmly places both hands on my breast pushing upwards squeezing my nipples between his fingers. He firmly slides his hands down my frame kissing long and slow- his tongue sliding along mine reminding me of his dick with my wet lips tight around him.
I need to feel him hard throbbing with passion in my mouth. I stop his hands, my pants unzipped I drop to my knees eyes locked on his, watching the enjoyment fill his face. His smile slips past as I unbutton his jeans sliding down his zipper. Still clothed I kiss his dick followed by a playful bite, his smiles grows as I slide his pants down. Both hands wrapped around him as my tongue traces the tip of his dick. My tongue wets his shaft as I follow his vein down briefly kissing his balls as he pulls back threading his fingers through my hair he pulls my head to his tip. Eagerly I allow him to enter my wet lips, he pushes deep and I suck hard. I have complete trust as he glides my head along his shaft his head deep in my throat, over and over... I can feel the cum building within him.
I pull back; he pulls me to him lifting me onto the granite countertop sliding my jeans to the floor. His kiss is quickly followed by a deep moan as his fingers part my dripping wet lips, he is well satisfied in making me this wet, his dick wet from moments before slips quick and he pushes causing me to stop breathing. I catch my breath only after he releases his hard thrust.
He continues to lubricate his throbbing dick with my wet pussy juices. His thrusts are even and rhythmically calling my body to orgasm. He withdrawals only allowing the head of his penis to enter, withdrawal and enter. This continues to make me more wet with heart racing and my mind high from the fumes of sex I push away, he looked puzzled as I lead him across the small studio, he follows my naked shadow to the bathroom.
I face the mirror has he takes his place behind me, he presses his hard dick against my body. His body is warm and sweat covers his chest, he kisses my neck turning my head to share his tongue. I slowly part my legs reaching back for his hard penis; I stroke him, squeezing tight only hinting at my true intentions. He reaches between my legs, his fingers slid
e between my lips, wet he slides to my clit and rubs until we both cannot control the urge to be closer, he pulls my hips back forcing my ass high, one hand tight on my ass cheek he guides his dick into my pussy.
He places one hand on each of my hips as he fucks me harder now. The alcohol loosens him, he is breathing harder as he leans in searching for my tongue. He removes one hand and playfully pulls my hair to one side kissing me deep and hard.
I am too wet and he slips out, my hand reaches around as I guide him back into my dripping wet pussy. Only a few thrust and he again slides forward. I reach back, lips locked I release a small giggle as I place the head of his penis as my asshole, he pauses seeking approval. I rise to my tip toes, leaning forward on the counter forcing his head to push again my asshole, giving him his approval. My smile reads, "fuck me now baby".
He pushes, rocking slowly with more force on each thrust into my asshole; my eager wet asshole accepts his hard dick with overwhelming pleasure.
Our silence is required during most encounters, but tonight we are truly alone.
I can't hold back, "more baby...oh my gooooood, yessssss....yes, fuck me daddy."
He responds, "that's it baby, cum baby, cum with my dick in your ass..... Oh baby squeeze my dick with your asshole.....fuck baby."
I can feel my pussy juices dripping down my inner leg, he continues to thrust hard and harder, his rhythm is perfect. He reach for my hand, he pulls it from the counter top with his to my clit. He guides my fingers with his to play with my clit. I can feel his throb of enjoyment stretching my asshole more. His fingers slide to my wet lips as I continue to rub my clit.
I can't control my orgasm....my moan is load; he grabs my hips hard, using my hip bones to bury his hard dick as deep as possible. He comes deep inside me feeling the tight grip of my orgasm.
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