by Sofia Connor
David turned the corner and saw a gorgeous redhead, her large, pale breasts with small, pink nipples bouncing while she talked on her cell phone. Their eyes met, and without saying a word, they stopped and began kissing passionately as the crowd parted around them. David pulled the woman against him and he felt her warm flesh as he stroked her strong back and shoulders. They moved slowly toward the apartment building and David pressed the woman against the wall. He put down his briefcase and began kissing the woman's firm breasts. She moaned softly and began to grind her shaved pussy against David's large, throbbing rod. David began to kiss her neck, and she guided his cock into her dripping pussy, moaning with pleasure as he began to pound her against the wall. They came together, yelling, and briefly held each other. Then, David picked up his bag and continued toward the station as the woman picked up her phone and resumed her conversation.
As David approached the station, he noticed a young, attractive black man kneeling in front of an elderly, gray haired white woman, her pendulous breasts nearly hitting his head as he vigorously ate her out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and two men lying on the sidewalk, blowing each other in 69 position. He walked around the couples having sex on the subway stairs, swiped his Metrocard at the turnstile and descended to wait for the train, along with what looked like hundreds of naked New Yorkers.
When the 2 train appeared, David was surprised to get a seat, and he noticed that the woman next to him was having her pussy licked by a hot blonde who was kneeling in front of her. He looked up and saw a skinny, tall, tired looking brunette standing above him. She had a pierced naval and her pubic hair was shaved into a landing strip. Silently, the woman straddled him, and as the train swayed, they fucked until the woman threw back her head, laughing, and David shot a load of cum deep inside her. The train came to a stop at 42nd Street, and the woman stood and got off the train.
He watched the crowd on the train, all nude, as they travelled downtown, marveling at the wide variety of shapes and colors, piercings and tattoos that he saw. As the train left the 14th Street station, he noticed a woman sitting across from him, with short, dyed blonde hair, small, pointy breasts and a shaved pussy. David stood, crossed the car, kneeled down and buried his face between her legs, sticking his tongue into her pungent hole as she squeezed his head between her thighs. He flicked at her clit and her hips began to grind before she came with a gasp and unclenched her legs. David stood up, and when the doors opened at Fulton Street, he got out of the train, went up the stairs and passed through the turnstile, where a tall African American woman was bent over, being fucked from behind by a middle-aged white man with a beer belly.
As he walked to his building, he passed couples, and groups of men and women having passionate, and in some cases, very imaginative, sex on the street. David walked through the revolving door into his office building, waived at the security guard and pressed the elevator button. A junior associate from his firm was also waiting, earbuds in her ears. David noticed that her body was much better than he had thought. When the elevator door opened, they entered, Lisa pressed their floor, 32, and the door closed. David dropped to his knees, pressed his face into her untrimmed bush and began to vigorously tongue her pussy. She pressed the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her crotch, and David reveled in her slick moistness. The elevator slowed and, as the door opened, Lisa let out a guttural, almost animal scream. David stood up, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and they left the elevator and entered the lobby area.
Like every other morning, Maria was behind the reception desk, a headset bisecting her pretty face, her small, brown breasts with their dark, prominent areolas bobbing as she spoke. He waved as he walked by, and she responded in kind, never stopping answering calls. David walked by her desk, and saw the gray hair of the managing partner pop up from under the desk. Lawrence wiped off his mouth and waddled toward his large, corner office.
David passed through the security door into the office area, passing two naked secretaries locked in a passionate embrace, and looked into the large glass walled conference room, which was filled with writhing bodies emanating guttural moans and screams, before he came to his office. He sat down in his Aeron chair and logged on to his computer. He reviewed his emails and began to work on a set of interrogatory responses that an associate had drafted the night before. After about 15 minutes, he looked up and saw Amanda, one of the other senior associates, standing in the doorway. Her brown hair was uncharacteristically down, and it covered what appeared to be an impressive set of breasts. She brushed her hair back, and David was able to see her large red areolas framing thick, brown nipples. Amanda entered his office and straddled him, guiding his erect cock into her pussy, which was crowned by a shaved triangle of curly pubic hair. She rode him, bucking and screaming until they both came, grunting. Amanda stood up and left David's office, and he returned to his interrogatory responses.
In order to properly respond to Interrogatory No. 7, he needed to speak with his client, and dialed Ted's number. They exchanged pleasantries, and then got down to business. After a few minutes, Ted began to breathe harder, then moaned and screamed out, "YES!!!!" When his breathing slowed, he continued discussing the interrogatory response with David, who hung up the phone when they were done. David edited the response, then stood up and left his office.
He strode down the hall, hearing telephones ringing, keyboards clicking and his colleagues panting, groaning and yelling passionately. He stopped before Shana, one of the secretaries, a short, chubby young woman, with curly blonde hair, small breasts, a tattoo of a heart on her stomach and a wild bush of pubic hair. David picked her up and sat her on the cubicle divider, spread her pale legs and began to lick her pussy until she came, shuddering. Turning back, David returned to his office and his interrogatory responses.
Feeling his stomach rumbling, David looked at the clock on his screen and realized that it was lunch time. He left his office, passing more couples and groups engaged in vigorous sexual activities of all kinds, and waited for the elevator down. The first car that opened was filled with wriggling, entwined bodies, so he let it pass. Another, empty, car opened, and he entered, pressed "L" and rode, uninterrupted to the lobby. David emerged into the street, feeling the breeze on his bare skin. An attractive brunette passed him by, followed by three men, one old, one about David's age and one in his 20's, all with their cocks erect. David turned as the three men caught up with the woman, who got on her hands and knees and began sucking the older man's cock. The man David's age mounted her from behind, and also grabbed the cock of the youngest man and stuck it in his mouth.
David turned back, rounded the corner and entered his favorite sandwich shop. As usual, he said hello to Amir, the owner, who began to make David's usual smoked turkey sandwich on rye with Russian dressing, lettuce and tomato. About halfway through the process, he stopped, closed his eyes, let his head drop back and sighed deeply. David could see Amir's wife, Khalidah, who usually ran the cash register, stand up behind the counter, her head scarf still covering her hair, and return to the register. David took his wrapped sandwich and a bag of chips, paid Khalidah and left the store, stepping over a couple having sex, with the woman on top, in front of the door.
He entered his building, and waited for the elevator. When the door opened, a group of about 8 people gingerly disentangled themselves and left the car. David entered and went up to his floor. Maria was still behind the reception desk, wearing nothing but her headset, and her small tits bounced slightly as she spoke into it. He passed through the security door and walked down the hall, ignoring the groups of his fellow employees screwing pretty much everywhere. He went into his office, closed the door and sat down at his desk, scanned his emails and ate his sandwich. After putting the trash into the garbage pail, he heard a knock at his door.
The door opened, and Carina, the office manager, came in and shut the door behind her. Carina was short, but had an amazing body. Her abs were tight, her breasts large, with small, d
ark nipples, and her face was pleasant, if not beautiful. She walked up to David, kneeled and grabbed his stiffening cock, placing into her mouth. David immediately became fully erect as she used her tongue and red lips to bring him to a powerful orgasm, which she swallowed easily, licking her lips before standing up and turning to leave the office. David admired her perfectly shaped ass as it wiggled alluringly out the door before returning to finish his interrogatory responses.
After finishing the responses, he reviewed a brief that a junior associate had sent him. He preferred to write his comments on a hard copy, then discuss them with the writer, rather than just sending back a redline. The brief was pretty good, but needed a little tightening and a small new section. Finishing his editing, David left his office and walked down the hall, stepping over groups of his co-workers engaging in inventive sex, before he reached Rachel's office. Her office was small, and she was bent over, blowing one of the guys from the copy center, a younger guy with a skinny, muscular body covered in tattoos who was sitting on her desk. Rachel's ass was round, firm and pale, and David rammed his cock into her slick pussy from behind, causing her to moan, which, in turn caused the copy center guy to sigh. Still holding the pages of the brief, David pumped hard into Rachel, and she started to buck her hips into him while increasing the tempo of her cock sucking. The three of them came at the same time, causing Rachel's ass to fly up, and David's cock to shoot out of her slick hole, spraying her lower back with his cum.
She stood up, the copy guy left the office and David gave Rachel his comments to the brief as his cum dripped on the floor. He returned to his office, again stepping over copulating bodies and checked his email for the last time. David loaded his briefcase, put the strap over his shoulder and walked out of his office toward the security door. Entering the lobby, he noticed that Tania, the night receptionist, was laying on the reception desk, being fucked slowly by William, a retired partner who must have been pushing 80, his gray chest hair and flaccid body pressing Tania's young, curvy form into the expensive wood veneer with every labored thrust.
When the elevator opened, he entered, and an older brunette wearing too much makeup grabbed David's cock and gave him a clumsy handjob, which ended with him spraying cum on the reflective metal door just before it opened.
He left the building and turned toward the subway. It was still a warm evening, and the number of people screwing and performing other sex acts on the sidewalk seemed to have increased from the morning. David passed all of them, picked his way down the stairs at the subway station trying to avoid the rutting bodies and waited for his train. It was warm in the station, and David felt himself begin to sweat, but a train pulled in and he entered an air conditioned car. Somehow finding a seat, he noticed an attractive woman with short dark hair, small, round breasts and a shaved pussy. She caught David's eye and walked over to him, allowing David to lean forward and lick her lower lips and clit until she reached a screaming orgasm just as the train reached her stop, where she got off.
Two stops later, David left the train, and had to walk up a different staircase than he usually did because of the number of bodies squirming and screwing on his usual stairs, finding himself on the street. He decided to stop at O'Malley's again for a beer, and maybe a burger, since he didn't have any food at home.
Walking past the nude smokers standing in front of the bar, one of whom was getting a blow job from a woman with dreadlocks, he entered the dark, fragrant watering hole. He noticed that the older, heavy woman was in her usual seat at the end of the bar, her huge, pendulous breasts resting on the bar top as she held her drink. Looking to his right, he saw a pretty young blonde bent over the pool table, trying to line up a shot, her breasts interfering with the cue, while a skinny guy with a Mohawk fucked her from behind while drinking a beer.
David sat at the bar and waited until Donna came to take his order. He noticed that her left nipple was pierced, and a silver barbell surrounded her prominent red nipples. Her areolas were large and dark, and contrasted with the paleness of her firm breasts. David ordered a beer and sipped it pensively. He noticed Donna walking into the kitchen, and saw that she had the logo of O'Malley's tattooed above her heart shaped ass. David got up and carried his beer into the kitchen, where he had never gone before. The kitchen staff was working, making burgers and salads and frying onion rings, fries and chicken wings. He walked to the rear of the kitchen and saw Donna in a small windowless office, on her cell phone, peering at a computer screen. She finished her call and put the cell phone down.
David entered the office as Donna stood up. He sat down on her chair and pulled her toward him, and she straddled him, snaking his hard cock into her pussy. Donna leaned forward, resting her head on David's shoulders, pressing her breasts against his upper chest. She began to rise up and down on David's rigid pole, increasing her speed as David lifted his hips to meet the thrusts. Donna grabbed the side of the chair, threw her head back and yelled as she came, and David grunted and shot his load into her. She sat there, panting and catching her breath as their combined juices ran down onto David, before standing up. Donna grabbed a kitchen towel and wiped her pussy clean and gave another one to David, who cleaned off his crotch before picking up his beer, taking a drink and leaving the office. Donna followed him out and returned to behind the bar.
David noticed that the blonde at the pool table had given up all pretenses of shooting pool, and was bent over the table holding on with both hands while getting screwed from behind by a tall blonde guy and giving a muscular black man a blow job. He drank his beer, and a second, while watching the Mets on the TV before leaving the bar and heading home.
The streets were filled with groups of people and couples having sex on every surface, except for a group of people who were watching the sky. Again, a meteor was flashing through the sky, heading toward Jersey. David watched for a few seconds, then continued toward his building. His lobby was empty, except for one couple of college students screwing in the corner, being watched by the doorman, who was jerking off to the sight. David entered the elevator and made it to his apartment. He watched the end of the baseball game before going to bed.
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As always, the NPR news on the clock radio awakened David, who got out of bed, and did a set of pushups and crunches before showering and shaving. He put on a pair of boxers, a white t-shirt, a blue shirt, a red tie, blue socks, a blue pinstripe suit and black, shiny shoes. He grabbed his briefcase and walked out of his apartment.
When the elevator opened, he saw the older man from the 10th floor, wearing a gray suit and red bowtie and the skinny woman from the 12th floor, in a black dress. David entered the elevator, and nodded at both of them. As he walked out of the lobby, he also nodded at the doorman, who nodded back and returned to reading his newspaper.
As David walked down the street, he decided that he would, that night, ask Donna from O'Malley's out for coffee.
The End.
Hard Habit to Break
The room was humming with anticipation. She lay, reclining seductively on the chaise longue in the corner, hand cupping her chin, leaning lazily on her elbow. She feigned an air of nonchalant indifference, as though this turn of events happened every day. In reality her heart raced like a freight train, beating its own frantic symphony inside her chest. She was fired up and wished the moment would hurry, she ached for it and needed the time to pass quickly.
The softness of the silk robe on her breasts added a delightful sensation to her already hardening nipples as she breathed in and out. She tried to regulate her quickening breaths, but it was hard. Her mouth was dry, and her thoughts a maelstrom of excitement. The assembled men looked her way occasionally, eagerness apparent on their faces, and, she noted with a tingle in between her legs, further southwards.
Then the host clapped his hands, sounding for all the world like a school teacher, and bade everyone to gather round. He announced that they were to begin shortly, and from that she took her cue, and rose from the chais
e undoing the belt of her robe as she did so. As she stood up, her robe slithered from her body, landing almost liquidly at her feet. There were murmurs of approval from everyone, as they caught sight of her firm breasts, her pert bum and her slim waist.
She lay down on the soft throw that had been placed for her comfort on the floor, and looked around her. This was it, her favourite indulgence, and a time when she knew she would lose herself in the situation entirely. The guys gathered round, looking appreciatively at her lithe body spread out before them. Over to the side a porn film started up on the tv, and the first guy took a hold of his short but thick cock in his hand and began to wank himself up and down slowly.
The others took their lead and also began to play with themselves, without any self consciousness at all. Someone knelt at her side and she took his stiffening cock in her hand and, gripping firmly, she began to work it up and down, revelling in the power that she felt as it grew within her grasp. One by one they moved closer, eager to make sure they had a space they were happy with, and eager to make sure that their offerings wouldn't fall short. She heard their breaths quickening, saw beads of sweat appearing on their brows, upper lips and torsos and numerous looks of concentration on some of their faces.
She revelled in the smell in the room, a heady mix of cologne and fresh clean sweat......of testosterone....of pure man, and it made her clit start to tingle again and she felt herself start to get wet. She slid her hand down between her legs and slipped her finger between her pussy lips. The sensation only served to make her nipples even harder, so that they ached so much. She rubbed her swelling clit slowly, feeling it grow under her fingers. A low moan escaped from her lips, which served to tip the kneeling man over the edge into a hot and gushing climax.