by Kemp, Jane
She had waited so long to feel him, and the reality matched up wonderfully with the dream. He was a slow lover, not hurrying but letting her body work up to its own crazy excitement. She, in turn, was mindful of his need for contact and roughness, and she slammed against him even as she reached behind her to cradle his balls in her hands.
They were both moving faster and getting noisier when Jean suddenly appeared, slipping her naked body onto the couch underneath her friend and pushing her bare pussy up into Carla’s face. Carla gasped and let her friend push her down onto her mound, but she just let her mouth rub Jean’s sweet folds at first, not certain what to do. She had never been with a woman, though she knew that Jean had experimented a time or two in college. Finally, she let her tongue slip into her friend’s cunt and she began to lick, surprisingly happy when she heard her friend’s deep inhalation and then her large sigh of enjoyment.
The three now worked in a fevered rhythm, Carla moving her mouth on Jean and keeping her on the edge with well-timed shifts between her folds and her clit, while Stephen pounded into her from behind. She felt so completely overwhelmed with sensations that she felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. She moaned against her friend’s pussy as it shoved against her lips and her nose and her cheeks, feeling each thrust into her pussy as it brought her closer to climax.
Stephen was the first to yell and to begin moving frantically, obviously ready to come. In a tandem response, Jean cried out and her body shook as she reached to pull Carla’s head hard between her legs. Carla felt her own body get closer and she moved her ass up and down against Stephen, feeling how his large cock moved inside her. Then, Stephen’s hands gripped her sides and he thrust in hard before turning her around and dropping her to her knees. Jean’s face was suddenly cheek to cheek with her own and both their mouths opened instinctively wide as Stephen’s cock exploded over both of them, coating their lips and cheeks and noses and chins with his warm, sticky load.
Jean didn’t hesitate as her husband came all over them, but she turned and gripped her best friend in her arms and kissed her hard, shoving her cum-covered tongue into Carla’s mouth, making her swallow what had shot into her mouth. The girls’ hands ran frantically over each other’s bodies, both of them feeling the ache of their orgasms as they hung on the edge.
Jean’s fingers made it into Carla’s pussy first, and she moved them furiously over the swollen bud of her friend’s clit. Carla felt Stephen’s hand as it brushed her hair out of her face, and she saw through her half-lidded eyes that he was doing the same for his wife. She reached down to Jean’s cunt and began working her fingers in the slick folds as her friend moved her fingers even faster inside her.
Suddenly, she felt Jean’s pussy grip her fingers and, at the same time, she felt her own pussy spasm and her stomach muscles tense as she came hard. Both women moaned and collapsed into each other’s arms as their bodies writhed with the strength of their climaxes. Finally, breathless, they pulled their hands away and collapsed onto the couch, their hearts beating hard in their chests and their breasts rising in rhythm with their ragged breaths.
Stephen had already pulled on his pants and he smiled down at the two friends as they leaned on each other and fought to calm down. Finally, Jean dragged herself from the couch and went off to get dressed, leaving Carla alone with Stephen.
Carla closed her eyes and then, when she felt someone sitting down beside her on the couch, she opened them again and turned her head to stare at the man she had loved for so long. After so long, the afternoon had only deepened her love for him, but it was mingled with an intense love for her best friend. Sighing, she broke eye contact and got up to retrieve her clothing and get dressed.
It seemed her dilemma was only worse. Sleeping with them had only made everything seemed more muddled. She got dressed slowly, relishing the little tremors that shook her when her hands brushed her body and made her remember something about what had just happened.
Finally, dressed and ready to face what might be left of her friendship with her two best friends in the world, she stepped back into the front room. Stephen and Jean were both there, sitting on the couch side by side. They were cuddling and laughing and she saw the easy intimacy they shared. Making a decision right then, she walked over and sat down on a chair opposite them. “Well, I better get going.”
Jean looked at her with no animosity. “Oh, stay a while, Carla, and have a drink.”
Carla shook her head. “No, I better get going, but I’ll call you later in the week.”
Jean looked over at Stephen and then back at her friend. “Sit down, Carla, I have something to confess.”
Carla settled back and looked at her friend, wondering if she had confessed her affair to Stephen and if now, she was going to announce their impending separation. She found the thought made her sad rather than happy. She loved Stephen, but she loved Jean as well, and she understood that they were good together. Jean finally started talking. “When you saw me with my yoga instructor, Carla, I wasn’t cheating on Stephen. Stephen and I have an arrangement, an open marriage. We go out with other people, separately and together.”
Carla stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. Then, the light bulb clicked on and her mouth dropped open. “Then, what we just did, it wasn’t me blackmailing you into anything. You would have said yes, anyway?”
Jean nodded and looked over at Stephen. “We had talked about having you with us for a long time, but we didn’t know how you would feel about it and we didn’t want to lose your friendship over something that might not work for you. But when you came to me and set up this deal because you thought I was afraid you would tell Stephen about some affair, well, I just had to take the opportunity.”
Carla fell back into her chair, feeling unable to process the world around her. Eventually, Jean got up and sat in the chair with her, squeezing in beside her like they were little kids getting ready to watch a scary movie. Carla sighed as she felt Jean’s arms wrap around her. “Well, I guess I can live with it if you can.”
Jean laughed and hugged her tightly. Then, she felt Stephen’s strong arms surround both of them. “I think I’d like to treat my girls to something special. How does ice cream at Rogio’s sound?”
They both perked up and Jean jumped out of the chair to go and grab her coat. Carla stood and then, Stephen was there, taking her into his arms and kissing her softly. “I’m glad we finally got together, Carlita.”
She smiled and patted his face. “I am too but, next time, no more secrets. I don’t want to find out that you two are running off with some secret cult or something without being able to do something about it.”
“And what would you do?”
She pressed against him and moved her body on his. “I would have to entice you to stay.”
When Jean walked back in, it was pretty clear that they weren’t getting ice cream any time soon.
FACEBOOK SLUT
Blackmailed Into First Anal Sex For the Job
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Russell Marleau
“Sydney Burkett?”
Sydney uncrossed her long legs and stood, straightening her new grey skirt and grabbing her papers and her purse to follow the secretary who had called her name down the hallway. She glanced around her and saw a busy office with people bustling hare and there and office buzz filling the air. She felt her nerves start to get the better of her and then she reminded herself that she deserved this job and that she had the skills and qualifications to work alongside these harried looking employees.
They got to an office at the end of the hall and the secretary, an old biddy who Sydney felt would never recommend her for the job if her life depended on it, knocked on the door and announced there was another applicant for the job. There was a brief shout of “come in,” and the door was
opened and she stepped in.
It was a very nice office with a corner view, which told Sydney quite a lot already about the person who worked here. He was obviously fairly high up on the food chain to have scored such an office, and she nervously ran her had down her skirt again, smoothing it over her long legs as she stepped over to the large desk and the man sitting behind it.
He stood as she approached and she saw that he was probably in his late forties, the mostly gray hair giving her that impression, but that he was in good shape, tall and athletic looking under his shirt and tie. She smiled and walked forward, taking his hand in hers and feeling the rough warmth of it as it engulfed her petite hand. “Mr. Perkins, thank you so much for the interview. I know your time is valuable and I want you to know that I . . .”
“Yes, thank you, Miss Burkett. Go ahead and have a seat and let’s take some time to get to know each other.” He sat back down behind his desk and indicated she should go ahead and sit in the chair on the other side. Then, he rifled through some papers on his desk and Sydney recognized her resume as part of the papers he was sifting through. He grabbed it and looked at it briefly before smiling up at her. His warm brown eyes made her feel relaxed in spite of the intimidating surroundings. “Well, your background is impressive, graduating at the top of your class while holding a full time job. We like to see people with a good work ethic. Now, tell me what you think you could uniquely offer Ingstrom Technical that would help us build a better company.”
Oh my God! What?! Her mind tried sifting through the goobledy-gook of his question in an attempt to give an inspiring answer. Of course, she had been practicing responses to interview questions all week and she had worked out a few pat answers that had seemed sufficient, but now that she was in front of the man who would make the decision to hire her, she couldn’t make her brain work. So, she resorted to the tried and true. She smiled big and shifted in her seat, helping her skirt ride up her tanned thigh. Then, her brain cells kicked in and she was able to answer with something that didn’t make her totally seem like a moron.
From there, the interview got easier and her confidence grew. He seemed to be happy with her responses and his questions were becoming more specific to her experience and education rather than being the generic nightmares that all interviewees hated to answer. Finally, after about thirty-five minutes, he left the questions behind and began telling her more about the company as he continued to look through the papers on his desk. She took it as a good sign that he was now introducing her to the company and their policies because it suggested that he was planning to hire her and was giving her the option to say yes or no to the job.
She would say yes, of course, because she couldn’t afford to say no. When she had first gone looking for a job, she had thought she would find something right away, so she had been picky, feeling that there would always be another option on the horizon if she didn’t like the current one. So, she had turned down a few jobs that didn’t agree with her idea of work hours or vacation pay or even if the office looked shabby. Soon, though, she realized that there was heavy competition for these jobs and that the jobs were becoming scarcer while her bills and rent were as consistent as ever.
This interview had been the last after a long week of interviews, most of which had lasted around ten minutes before she was excused from candidacy. She was ready to fight for this job with everything in her arsenal. Thinking these thoughts, she smiled prettily and arched her back slightly to accent her nice round breasts in her sheer blue blouse. Then, she saw his eyes scan a page as his smile diminished and she wondered what was about to go wrong.
“You didn’t put down a Facebook account. Do you have one?”
She stammered, taken by surprise by the unusual question. “Um, yes, of course, but I didn’t realize I had to give you that information.” Her head filled with images of her partying hard, drinking with friends and being less than fully dressed in many of them.
“Well, we like to make sure that we get no surprises when we bring on a new hire. We’ve been burned a few times, and it isn’t pleasant having to fire somebody just as they were hired because they didn’t want to divulge their skeletons, you know what I mean.”
“Oh, of course.” She felt her hopes plummet like a rock in a river as she gave him her Facebook login. Then, as he turned to his computer to put her information in, she reaffirmed what she had decided earlier. No matter what it took, she was going home with this job. She straightened up in her chair and then she looked right at her future boss as he scanned her Facebook page. She knew he was at the site because his eyes were growing wider and his mouth tighter.
“Look, Mr. Perkins, I’ll admit that I like to party, but I don’t think that will have any impact on my ability to get this job done and done well. I’m sure you understand that.”
He looked up at her and smiled. His warm eyes sparkled. “Oh, I am aware that this isn’t necessarily something that reflects on your ability to handle the job, but if you work for us, you represent our name. What if one of our clients were to get a view of your page?”
Again, she thought of the countless photos of her with various men, hanging on them in a semi-drunken stupor as she let them paw at her. She had always thought they were kind of funny, but apparently they could now keep her from getting a job.
Then, he sighed and seemed to come to a decision. “Well, I think you have a lot to offer this company, so I don’t want to just say no to you, but I will need some assurance that you will be committed to this job, that it will be your highest priority.” At this point, he stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of her and the bulge in his pants was very clear.
She smiled. She knew how to handle a situation like this. She looked up at him as she leaned over and rested her hand lightly on his thighs. “I think you would have a hard time finding anyone more committed than me.” She kept her eyes on him, but now her hands moved in and reached for his belt, her fingers deftly working it open and through the loops. She pulled it free and dropped it to the floor behind her and then, she undid his slacks, opening them and sliding them down and leaving him in his underwear. She licked her lips and batted her large green eyes at him and then, opening her red lips wide, she put her mouth on his evident bulge and breathed out hard, enveloping it in her warm breath.
His eyes opened wide and he groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the desk turned white. She giggled and then pulled his underwear down to free his cock. She was surprised at how big he really was and realized that this might not be some quick and easy blow job. She hesitated, licking her lips again, but he couldn’t wait any longer and he grabbed her brunette waves and pulled her forward while thrusting hard, and suddenly her mouth and throat were full with his thick shaft.
She gagged as he shoved deep and she tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but his grip on her hair made it impossible. He was standing up now, moving away from the desk and making her lean back as her mouth took him in over and over again. Finally, she fell onto her hands, her body looking like she was about to crabwalk away. His legs straddled her head and he pumped furiously into her struggling mouth.
Eventually, he stopped and pulled his slick cock from her mouth and let her back onto the floor gently. Then, kneeling down and still straddling her body, he reached for her blouse and began to undo the buttons with an agility that she wouldn’t have guessed at. His hands brushed over her breasts as they moved down and she shivered as chills ran through her. Suddenly, he was finished and he pulled her blouse open and off her shoulders, exposing her breasts cupped so perfectly in her lacy bra. He reached down, pressing his hips into her stomach, and pulled the bra down to free them. She breathed in deep as his hands grabbed each full breast and gave it a hard squeeze, sending a sharp jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.
Now, he adjusted himself, moving down her body to straddle her legs while his hands worked on the hook and zipper at the side
of her skirt. When he had managed to get them undone, he stood up, his cock swinging up and down with the movement, and he took her hands and made her stand with him. As she did so, her skirt slipped over the curve of her hips and to the floor, leaving her standing in only her panties. She smiled at him and stepped out of her puddled skirt and over to the desk, leaning her body over it and gripping the far side. Looking back over her shoulder, she wiggled her ass and gave him a wink.
He stepped behind her and put his hands on her ass cheeks, rubbing them in soft circles that made her legs shake and sent chills from her pussy to the tips of her fingers and toes. Then, she felt his hands lift and then, there was a loud smack and suddenly, she felt a sharp sting on her ass cheek that made her cry out in shock and pain. She let go of the desk and started pushing herself up, but his hand was on her back pushing her down again and again, the smack came and her ass quivered and burned.
She had never had anyone spank her and as the shock wore off, she found that the stinging heat burned deep, making her pussy react with each slap. Her pussy clenched and her clit ached as his hand smacked her again, and she felt she might actually come if he kept it going. But he finally stopped and gripped her ass instead, pulling her back and onto his cock in one hard move that shocked her again and made her yelp. His fingers kneaded the tender flesh of her ass as he fucked her, thrusting fast and deep with his thick shaft.
Her body bounced up and down and back and forth over the warm wood of the desktop and she felt the heat that had started with the abuse of her ass growing rapidly until she was sure that she would be coming any second. Her hands scrabbled for a handhold on the smooth wood, but his thrusting made it impossible. She trembled beneath him, close to losing control when he pulled out and turned her over and lifted her onto the desk, taking her legs and picking them up and bending them at the knees.