by Sofia Connor
Jim looked felt himself so close to coming. He leant over and whispered in her ear, "I need to push my slippery hot cock into you, are you ready for me?"
She smiled at him and nodded her head.
But Jim actually had other plans for Mandy before he used his cock. He moved around her and positioned himself at the end of the consultation couch. Then he grabbed her legs and lifted them into the stirrups. That ensured her pussy was openly displayed at the end of couch for his desires to be satiated.
Jim started to play with her pussy, using his huge rough fingers on her delicate horny soft opening. Her wetness made it easy for him to slip his finger inside her pussy and to explore her hot and inviting wetness. He was using his finger to work it in and out, like a cock would, tickling and teasing the inside of her very hot and wet engrossing pussy.
He could see that Mandy had started to breath more deeply, and was tensing up, as she could also feel herself approaching an orgasm. Jim continued to roughly finger Mandy yearning drenched pussy. Then Jim introduced a second large rough finger into her pussy, pushing and rubbing inside the walls of her pussy with his two massive toughened fingers. Mandy couldn't help herself she was overcome by the sensation of the double pressure on her pussy, they filled her, and to her surprise she started to scream as she came.
"Yessssssssssss ...............Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ........... babe beeeee, ohhhhhh fuuuckkk that is beautiful," she screamed out.
And then she was telling him to keep his fingers going until she'd finished coming. He kept his two fingers moving in time with the rhythm of her lust. She was pushing her pussy against his hand and fingers, she was successfully getting the maximum pressure from his fingers and hand onto her desperately horny pussy. She was consumed by the delightful pleasure that washed over her again and again. Mandy reached down and took hold of his hand.
"Please, no ... no ... enough, I've had enough, please no more for now", she begged.
Jim leant over her and caressed her lower back. He ran his hands all over her body. Mandy enjoyed the sensuous feeling of relief as she relaxed under his caresses. His roughened hands dragging erotically across her delicate flesh. Jim continued to run his hands across her invitingly smooth and tender skin until he felt her once again come back to the real world.
"Now that you have come back to me my dear", said Dr Jones, "I will need to finish off my internal examination of your body."
Jim then picked up the lubricant that was on the table close to him and smeared it all over Mandy's arse and his cock. Mandy watched as he did this and smiled in anticipation of what awaited her. Jim placed the head of his cock against her butt and slowly slid his cock inside her arse. She delighted in what was happening; it was just as she had fantasized about earlier, because she felt that cock filling her with pleasure. Yes, her tight arse was squeezing and sucking Dr Jones cock into where it wanted to be.
Mandy wanted this gorgeous cock all the way up inside her butt. She wanted to entice Dr Jones to have his cock buried deep inside her arse. It just felt so wonderful to feel it gliding up inside her.
Purposefully, she could feel herself tightening her grip around his pulsating cock. Jim's whole body was trembling as he felt Mandy's butt grasp him cock and, yes, he was sure of it, it was sucking his hard cock deeper inside her. She was the most truly amazing woman he'd ever been inside; every part of her was so erotic, so sexual and lust charged.
Once again, that euphoric feeling was enveloping his mind, and he could tell he was very close to coming. He just needed something to push his buttons. To help him reach his second orgasm. Inside his mind he felt the urgent need to erupt and spray a load of succulent cream inside her.
And just then, with that delightfully sensual feeling of his throbbing cock inside her, Mandy herself started to come again. Once again she was screaming and yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Yesssss, ohhhh, please, fuuckk yes, give me more and more ..... yesss, squirt me, fill me up, fuck me ... ohhhhh yes fuck my arse," she was begging Dr Jones to fuck her in the arse harder.
That trigger was all Jim really needed. Mandy's tight arse had such a dynamic grip on his sensational cock, so he couldn't control himself any longer; because he knew she was using her muscles to suck his cock into her arse, it was like having his cock in a cum milking machine. She loved her control of him and what was happening to his cock inside her, she could feel him coming again and again, she was wanting to make him shoot all his hot creamy cum inside her arse, so that she could keep coming over and over again.
As he exploded his hot goo inside her arse, she could feel her butt filling up with gooey creamy cum. She came again, and she could stop herself as she came again; she knew she couldn't stop herself so was using her arse muscles to suck every last drop of cum out of his convulsingly juicy cock.
Finally, exhausted, Dr Jones slowly pulled his cock out of her. Mandy could feel Jim's cum flowing out of her arse and all over her bottom. That sticky feeling was all over her, and Jim was now rubbing his cum all over her wonderfully silky arse.
Mandy looked up at him and smiled. With a grin on her face she said, "I have no idea who you are, my god you certainly aren't a doctor, but that was the best fucking I've had all week."
Jim laughed and smiled back at her and said, "I mightn't be a doctor but I'd be pleased to give you an internal rectal probing with my cock any time you'd like."
And as they smiled at each other, they then both laughed together.
The End.
The Darkroom
Miriam folded her clothes, placed them neatly into her allocated locker and gave her body a once over in the changing room mirror. Not bad for a woman in her mid thirties she thought to herself, her stomach was still flat, her breasts still full and pert if a little on the large side. Her only drawback as she saw it was that her long dark nipples had disproportionately large areoles, but then nobody would see them tonight. Altogether she was doing all right, good enough to be worth fucking anyway. She squared her shoulders, hung her key around her neck, took a deep breath and prepared herself to enter 'The Darkroom' for the very first time.
She had discovered the existence of the club while exploring swingers clubs on the internet in one of her more adventurous evenings. Not that originally she'd had any intention of attending one. How can you swing when you're single?
But the concept behind this particular establishment intrigued her. Operating as a private members club to stay within the law, it encouraged singles to be members as well as couples, but that wasn't the attraction. It was the total anonymity that drew her. She had long wanted to push at her own sexual boundaries but the prospect of meeting an erstwhile partner in the street the next day had so far kept her in line. With the Darkroom that wouldn't happen.
For one thing it was located in a town about thirty miles south of her own, and for a second, no-one ever saw who else was there. There was a reception, a couple of changing rooms, and the main room where everyone met and where all the action took place, and that room was kept in total darkness. It was a large room, according to a photo on the webpage, around twenty-five feet by forty, with a platform around three sides, about a foot in height and six in depth, and padded with thick comfortable foam rubber under cotton sheets. Condoms and lubes for anyone who wanted either were kept in little racks attached to the walls, but apart from that the whole place was bare.
The rules were simple. Members must never give away their identity or try and discover that of anyone else, and 'no' most definitely meant 'no'. Anyone who broke either of these rules would be immediately banned - no discussions, no exceptions. Otherwise, anything that was legal was permissible.
A last quick check on her anxieties and then she grabbed the door handle ready to walk stark naked into a room full of strangers. There were quite a few in tonight, the woman who had signed her in had told her, not thinking that this was Miriam's first time and that such information only served to increase her nervousness. Never mind, she wasn't to kno
w how Miriam felt, and it was only intended to convey that there was plenty of fun to be had tonight. She turned the handle and pulled, only to be faced with a tiny broom cupboard like space and a second door.
Of course, she thought, an airlock for light - a 'light-lock' - to keep the room in complete darkness. So they really did take anonymity seriously, that was good to know. She stepped into the cupboard, closed the door, took a final deep breath and opened the other, stepping resolutely through and closing it behind her.
She stood with a pounding heart, listening to subtle noises that betrayed the presence of others, and waited for her eyes to adjust, only to realise that in the complete darkness they never could. Never mind, she was there, she'd actually done it. Now all she had to do was to find a free place and see what happened. She set off in a random direction, forward but slightly to the left, holding one hand out in front of her and sliding her right foot forward over the carpet so as to find any obstacle before it tripped her. Slowly she edged across the open space until her toes ran up against the platform, and then she reached down, gingerly exploring and finding that she had, by chance, found an unoccupied spot. She sat down and eased herself on, sliding her bottom backwards before lying out full length, terrified and exhilarated in equal parts.
She lay listening to the noises around her. Apart from a general background noise of soft movements and breathing there were more specific sounds betraying kisses and sighs and skin sliding over skin. A little to her left she could hear a woman making urgent little pleasure noises, though she had no idea what they were induced by, and away to her right was the rhythmic sounds of actual lovemaking. She smiled to herself with excitement. If anyone had told her a month ago that she would have been lying naked in a room full of randy strangers, she would have laughed in their faces. Now, as she lay and listened to what was going on around her she could feel her body responding, getting ready to join in. She was determined that whatever opportunity presented itself tonight, she would not back away. Anything with anybody she had solemnly promised herself.
In the darkness she lay and let her own hands roam gently over her skin, imagining it was someone else and convinced that it soon would be. On her palm she could feel the thud of her heartbeat through her chest and her nipples were hard and engorged under her fingertips. Her left hand stopped and fondled her breast, but the other travelled on, down over her stomach until her fingertips were brushing over her freshly shaven pubes. She stopped, suddenly aware of what she was doing, but then she shrugged mentally, realising that nobody could see her even if they cared, and she opened her legs to let her hand play between them.
It was amazingly exciting, lying gently masturbating with her legs wide apart in a room full of strangers, listening to the sounds of sex going on all around her. A door opened and closed as someone came in, but she couldn't tell which changing room they had come from. Nor did she really care, she was lost in her own, almost audio-voyeuristic world, present in the middle of random and casual sex, but not yet a participant. Her finger rubbed gently on her clit and she could feel the excitement turning into arousal.
The noises to her left had stopped, but away to her right she could hear the growling grunts of a man thrusting deep as he climaxed. She shuddered from pure exhilaration at how naughty she felt, listening and playing in the dark. For all she knew that man was her own next door neighbour or her supervisor from work, the speculation only served to stimulate her further. She spread her legs wider to be even more daring, recoiling slightly but only momentarily as she felt her knee come up against another leg.
She let her knee rest on the disembodied leg, wondering if it were male or female, and wondering if its owner had registered the contact. Female, she thought from its smoothness, not that it mattered. She wondered if the woman, if such it was, knew what she was doing, if she could feel the tiny rhythmic movements of her knee as she masturbated, and decided that she almost certainly could. Her heart pounded even more to know that someone, a stranger, was probably aware that she was masturbating, and she could feel the very first signs of a possible orgasm.
For a few moments nothing happened, but then a hand landed on her leg. A couple of fingers at first as the woman groped out in the darkness, but then a whole hand settled just above her knee. She gasped quietly at the adrenalin the touch produced, but she didn't move away, reminding herself of her promise. Again, for a few seconds nothing happened, but then the hand was removed and the contact with her leg ceased as she sensed movement next to her. She could hear breathing now and a hand was placed back on her leg. She realised that the person had rolled over to face her and that they were literally inches apart in the darkness now. The thrill of it made her rub herself even more vigorously, her nascent orgasm beginning to grow, especially as she became aware that the hand had moved around to her inner thigh and was now slowly but surely moving towards her pussy and her own energetic fingers.
'Don't stop me.' She whispered into the dark.
'I won't.' The soft feminine voice was very close to her ear. 'I just want to feel you come.'
Acting on impulse she released the breast she had been fondling as she played and reached out, encircling the stranger's shoulders and drawing her closer. The woman shuffled nearer and Miriam could feel her body against her side, soft little breasts touching her own larger ones and slim thighs pressing up against the underside of her own widespread leg. The hand moved even closer to her pussy, resting at the top of her thigh, so close that Miriam could feel the side of it touching the first swell of her pussy lips. She was getting close to coming now, the intimate proximity of another woman making her feel hotter still. She found to her amazement that the idea of sharing her pleasure with someone else was adding to her arousal.
'I'm going to come soon.' She whispered excitedly, wanting her unknown companion to recognize just what was happening.
Both entrance doors opened and closed, signalling the arrival or departure of at least one man and woman, and then one went again as a single person passed through it. Miriam listened, wondering if anyone would join them before she came so that they could share in her orgasm. But it seemed it wasn't to be this time, for no-one came, but from across the room a female voice cried out in orgasm.
'That sounded nice.' Her companion whispered.
'It's going to be me soon too.' She murmured, smiling tightly to herself.
'Good, I love it when someone comes. Let yourself really go, yes?'
'I will.' Miriam's fingers were dancing over her clit now, as she got closer and closer. 'What about you?'
'Soon. I've already come once. I've just been fucked.'
Miriam remembered the noises she had heard as she entered and settled down, and their explanation sent a thrill racing through her. The knowledge of what had been happening was enough to finally trigger her gathering climax.
'I'm coming.' She gasped loudly, not caring who heard.
The hand on her thigh gripped hard in acknowledgement, fingers digging into the top of her leg, waiting for her climax. It was short sharp and explosive, lasting only seconds but making her arch her back and grip tightly onto the shoulder of her companion, her muscles suddenly tightening in spasm. She cried out, announcing her orgasm in a series of explosive gasps, her voice sounding wonderfully loud in her ears. Then just as suddenly it was over and she collapsed back, her chest heaving and her body suddenly turned to jelly.
'God, that was good.' She whispered between gasps.
'I could tell.' The voice smiled happily from beside her.
The two lapsed into silence as Miriam recovered, listening to the sounds of sex all around them, Miriam's arm still around her friend's shoulders and her hand in turn resting quietly at the very top of her thigh, the fingers moving softly to caress the junction between leg and body. Somehow Miriam didn't mind, she even moved her own tired hand out of the way to let her friend investigate, although she wasn't really thinking of expressly sexual contact. Even so, when it came, and the fingers began to
trace along her labia, she didn't object, even enjoying the gentle touch on her still sensitive pussy.
'That feels nice.'
She said it without thinking, then drew a sharp breath when she realised she'd tacitly given another woman permission to touch her. But then she deliberately relaxed again, remembering her 'anything by anyone' promise. It's only a hand, and a hand is just a hand, she told herself, it doesn't matter the gender of its owner. In any case, in the dark she could always pretend it was a man.
'Just relax.' Her companion whispered, as if understanding her qualms. 'You don't need to do anything back.'
She did as she'd been advised, relaxing and letting the fingers play with her, enjoying their touch as they explored her pussy, feeling them part her labia and slide between to investigate her slit. Soon the woman's fingertips were running gently up and down her pussy, stroking her from clit to anus, sometimes very gently as if with a feather, and sometimes more firmly so that they threatened to enter her. She grasped the woman's shoulder hard, pulling her closer, feeling her hard nipple pressing into the soft flesh of her own breast, wanting to be touched but not quite sure how far she was prepared to let things go. She had come here expecting to find a man, and yet she was doing things with a woman. Not quite what she had in mind.
She smiled to herself, wondering what a light suddenly turned on would reveal. Would she find her partner attractive, was she the same age group, was she even the same colour? In the dark it didn't matter, and she wondered just how many people were doing things that they wouldn't even consider doing if they could see. It seemed so audacious, so sinful, and so beautiful.
Something touched her foot and the foam pad moved, and she realised that someone else was sitting down beside her opposite her anonymous partner. She wondered vaguely who it was, but decided she didn't mind so long as they didn't interrupt what was being done to her. The person shuffled around changing position, and an arm, she thought, collided with her side.