LITTLE LOO
Sandra Small took a sip of her piping hot cup of coffee as she scanned several new reports that had been left on her desk by her boss, Mr. Olsen. It was still not quite eight o’clock so the office was still pretty empty. Sandra liked to get in early before the daily onslaught of e-mails, phone calls, and voice mails would inundate her. It was a quiet time to get her paper work taken care of without the constant interruptions that were a normal part of her business day. She was just about to slice open another piece of mail when out of the corner of her eye she spied little Loo Wong setting down in her desk on the other side of the office. “Good morning, Loo,” Sandra sang out. “Uh, good morning Mrs. Small,” the young Asian replied. Sandra smiled to herself at the over courteousness of the young woman and shot back, “What did I tell you about last names, dear?” “Please call me Sandra, after all we are coworkers!” “I-I’m sorry, Sandra,” Loo replied softly, “I’ll try to remember that.” Even though the Loo was an overly respectable young woman, she usually was quick with a quip and quite out going. But today she seemed different, almost standoffish. A slightly concerned Sandra put down the paperwork and made her way over to Loo’s desk.
“You okay, hon?” Sandra asked gently while giving the little Asian a quick once over. “You don’t seem like your regular self.” Loo used a handkerchief to wipe a thin film of sweat from her forehead and replied, “I-I’ll be all right, I just feel a little light headed.” Now Sandra was really getting concerned! Loo’s face was a pasty white and her eyes didn’t have their usual sparkle. Now taking control of the situation Sandra took the young woman by the arm and offered, “Come with me, I have some aspirin in my purse.” “I’ll be okay,” Loo protested. “I’m sure you will,” Sandra replied firmly, “but we’re going to go to the restroom to get you cooled off.” Realizing that it was useless to argue with the older woman Loo let herself be led along the long corridor the woman’s bathroom. Once inside Sandra dampened a washcloth and gently wiped the perspiration from Loo’s face. “Better?” she asked. “Yes,” Loo answered softly. Sandra was just about to head back to their office when out of the blue Loo broke down with sobs and uttered, “I’m sorry Mrs. Olsen, but everything’s not all right!” Sandra stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face the crying woman while asking gently, “I’m a good listener, dear, now tell Sandra what’s bothering you.”

Sandra put her arm around Loo’s shoulder and gave her a hug while waiting for the young woman to explain herself. Finally after blowing her nose and sniffling she offered in a hushed voice, “I-it’s a female problem.” “Is that all?” Sandra asked with obvious relief. “That’s normal for a woman your age, believe me, I know!” Loo shook her head from side to side and replied, “It’s not that kind of problem, Mrs. Olsen.” Sandra, looking a little confused, asked, “I’m sorry, dear, tell me exactly what’s bothering you.” “I-I’m too ashamed,” she said with her head bowed. “May I show you instead?” Sandra’s heart was literally breaking as she watched the poor thing looking so forlorn, so without a moment’s hesitation she whispered, “Of course you may, I raised three daughters of my own!” Loo looked around as if to see if they were alone and asked, “C-can we lock the door, please?” Sandra smiled at her tiny charge and quickly turned the handle on the dead bolt lock and nodded for her to continue.

The cute little Asian then took a deep breath and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until it was well past her tiny waist. Then with her free hand she tugged down her pale pink panties, exposing her vagina to Sandra’s wide eyes. “My gosh!” Sandra gasped. “How long has it been like this?!?” “About a month,” came the quiet reply. What was so stunning was that Loo’s smoothly shaven vagina was incredibly puffed up and in an obvious state of extreme sexual arousal! The little organ was flushed wide open and oozing a steady flow of Bartholin’s fluid. Even more incredible was that the poor dear’s clitoris was engorged to the point that it was largest such organ that Sandra had ever seen! Even when her own daughter went through the same type of condition, Sandra couldn’t remember Connie’s clit ever even approaching such a enlarged condition. Seeing little Loo standing so helpless with her skirt pulled up made Sandra’s own vagina contract involuntarily and drench her own panties with a generous gusher of pussy juice. After clearing her throat she asked softly, “Is it like this all the time?”

Loo nodded her head sadly and whispered, “I’m constantly on the edge, mother said all of the women in her family went through the same thing.” She said that Aunt Miki never did out grow it.” “How do you, um, take care of it?” Sandra asked. “Well,” Loo replied, “my mommy sucks me just before I leave for work in the morning, and at night my boy friend takes care of me.” “I see,” the older woman replied softly. “As I see it we have to figure out what to do during the day.” “Is that right?” Loo nodded her head guiltily and replied, “I-I’m sorry to have bothered you with my problem, Mrs. Olsen.” “What did I tell you to call me?!?” Sandra replied with a smile. “Uh, Sandra,” Loo answered softly. “That’s right,” Sandra replied, “now don’t you worry about a thing, I think I have a solution to your problem.” “You do?!?” the young woman asked excitedly. “What is it!?!” “Tell me, please!!!”

Sandra chuckled a little at Loo’s excitement, but then in a quiet voice replied, “As I see it, you need someone to orally satisfy your vagina at least twice during the day.” “And I’d be very happy to perform the task.” Tears filled the young woman’s eyes as she blubbered, “Y-you don’t have to do that, Sandra, I-I’ll be all right.” “Nonsense!” she retorted. “Now come with me into the stall so I can sit down on the john!” Struggling to walk with her panties down around her ankles, Loo shuffled along behind Sandra into the empty stall. The older woman plopped her big ass down on the stool and beckoned the young girl forward. When Loo’s pussy was only a foot or so away from her, Sandra reached out and cupped her tiny ass while pulling her forward a few more inches. Then after taking in a deep breath of the little Asian’s sweet aroma, Sandra leaned ahead and let her tongue slither out into the sweetest and wettest pussy she had ever tasted! “Oh, Sandra!” Loo gasped. “T-that feels just wonderful, ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy!!!” God she tasted divine! What a succulent little pussy this girl had! It was even better than her daughter’s at that age! What was even more arousing was Loo’s clit! At least three quarters of and inch long and hard like a tiny little cock! Each time her tongue snapped over its little head the poor girl shook and moaned in pure delight! After a good five minutes of hard licking and sucking Loo’s legs buckled slightly as a powerful orgasm slammed into her excited little organ. Her whole body then trembled as wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure wafted through her entire body! When it was finally over she collapsed onto Sandra’s lap while trying to regain her lost senses!

“Feel better?” Sandra asked gently while caressing Loo’s cheek. “Oh yes,” she sighed softly. “But I think I have something I can do for you.” “What’s that, dear?” Sandra asked. “After mommy sucks my pussy she always lets me tongue her until she has a nice hard cum of her own.” Sandra smiled to herself as she thought back to the times when her own Connie would want to orally satisfy her in the same way. “Are you sure you want to?” Sandra asked while all the time knowing the answer. “Oh please let me!” Loo pleaded. “I hope that you have a hairy pussy,” she then added under her breath. “I just love a nice thick hair pie!” “You little minx!” Sandra scolded with a laugh. “All right, dear, I guess it’s okay, now off with you then and let me get my knickers down!” Little Loo slipped to the floor and watched with rapt attention as the older woman stood up and hiked down her panty hose with one hard shove. “Is that hairy enough for you?” she asked quietly. Loo’s eyes were as big as saucers as she stared a the incredibly hirsute jungle that was covering Sandra’s drooling cunt! After making an audible gulp the little cutie replied thickly, “I’m gonna really enjoy this!” Then after making eye contact with the older woman she leaned in and buried her tongue in the hairy mass, searching for the hard little button she knew was hidden inside!!!

Sandra quickly opened her top, allowing her massive breasts to fall out onto her round tummy. She grabbed a thick nipple in each hand and twisted them roughly while the little cunt lapper did her thing on her bulging mons! Sandra had been sucked by a lot of men and women, but no one she could recall could compare to the motor mouth that was attached to her organ like leech! “Suck me, you little bitch!” Sandra moaned while lifting a nipple to her mouth and biting it hungrily. “Oh yessssssss, right there, do mama’s big hard clit!” She needn’t have asked, because if there was one thing that Loo knew about, it was sucking cunt! She bored in hard and fast on Sandra’s distended little clitty, and after a bit of gentle teasing, brought the middle aged cunt to a bone jarring climax! Her hips bucked forward nearly knocking the little Asian over, but Loo gamely hung on until the last vestiges of her cum slowly ebbed from her shaken body! “Oh my,” Sandra sighed, “you are a cunt lapping machine.” Loo giggled and infectious laugh and replied, “Now just remember you promised, at least twice a day!” Sandra reached out to caress the young woman’s face and replied, “And that’s a promise that will be easy to keep!!!”

THE END

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We were away and we were playing because the time was ours to do whatever we wanted to do. I was yours for the weekend.

I was blindfolded and I lay on my back with my legs spread wide for you. I felt your tongue on my clit and you were licking me ever so lightly. You didn’t want me to cum, not yet… but then you stopped…

I felt the bed move a little as you knelt between my legs and then the coolness of lube made me jump a little so you touched my clit, and rubbed it before slipping first one finger in to my pussy, followed by another. I felt them touch my g-spot for a second before you slipped the third finger inside me.

The feeling was incredible. Your three fingers rubbed my g-spot, and you could feel my body quivering. You had found the right spot, but as much as you wanted me to cum you wouldn’t let me. Not yet… You felt me pushing back against your hand and you knew I wanted more. You slipped the fourth finger inside me and began fucking me… and suddenly more lube dribbled down my pussy and onto your hand and that was when I felt you sliding your thumb and your hand inside me. I relaxed, allowing your whole hand to enter my body. And I felt myself pushing down onto your hand trying to get more of it inside me. I felt so open to you and so full. You pulled your hand out for a second and covered it and your wrist in more lube and before I had a chance to catch my breath you pushed it back inside me. Each time you pushed in, you pushed your hand deep inside me.

It felt so good and I moved with your hand and the faster I pushed back on to you, riding you, you fucked me harder and faster.

You rested your hand on my mound and your thumb on my clit and you rubbed it fast, trying to get me to cum for you. I wanted to so much but until you told me I could, you knew I wouldn’t. But it felt so good and those feelings I get when I am close to cumming were there and I was on the edge and I wanted to cum for you… I thought I was only begging you to fuck me, but you heard me telling you to…. And you did, you fucked me hard and you knew I was so close to cumming… when you stopped…

Slowly you eased your hand from my pussy and it was open. I felt open and I went to close my legs for a moment but you stopped me.

You moved again for a moment and then I felt the coolness of an object pushing inside me. The narrow side first. It was a bottle, a wine bottle that you had asked me to bring with me. It went in so deep, and you kept pussy. I felt you slowly start to fuck me with it, but then you stopped and told me to fuck myself with the bottle and to play with my clit at the same time.

I was so horny and I needed to cum and I wanted to, for you… I held onto the end of the bottle and began to move it slowly in and out of my pussy. And it felt so good because I knew you were watching. I hadn’t started playing with my clit yet and when I felt you take my hand in yours and press it to my clit, I knew I should play.

It felt so right, fucking myself with the bottle for you. And all the time I knew you were watching. I could feel my pussy, throbbing, it was aching and it felt so full. And I could hear you telling me to fuck myself, to fuck myself faster and to cum…

I did… in and out of my pussy, I pushed and pulled the bottle and each time I did, it caused my clit to throb and my orgasm was building up and I just couldn’t get over the edge until you leant over and kissed me, I came… for you, while I fucked myself with the bottle. When my breathing returned to almost normal, you slowly pulled the bottle from my pussy and asked me to turn over. I wasn’t to kneel, I was to lay on my tummy and spread my cheeks for you. I did.

You straddled my arse and pressed the head of your cock to my puckered hole. Pressing down the head slid into my ass, it was then that you moved a little until the entire length of your cock was buried in my ass. You fucked me hard, not stopping until I felt you and heard you cum, showering my bowels with your hot cum….

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THE HIGHEST BIDDER
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“Sold! For three thousand dollars,” Darla Harrison heard the auctioneer exclaim at the same time she heard the slam of the gavel on the podium. She couldn’t believe it. Of all the women who had volunteered to be auctioned off as dates for the charity auction, she had commanded the highest price by far.

“Not bad for an old broad going on fifty,” Darla thought as the newspaper photographer’s cameras flashed and television videographers pushed their way to the front of the room for a better shot. A reporter for the local TV news shoved a microphone at her and Darla tried to keep smiling and saying the right things in response to his questions.

The Mayor, who had acted as auctioneer for the event, then dispersed the media and introduced Darla to the man who had placed the winning bid for a date with her. She was dumbstruck for a second as she realized he was the city’s most prolific and dynamic real estate developer, Bradley Starke. He had taken over his father’s rather nondescript contracting business at age 18 and less than ten years later he was the wealthiest and most successful man in town.

Darla tried to smile graciously and not blush as she shook hands with Brad. She couldn’t fathom why he had chosen her, of all the so-called high society women who had participated in the event, as the woman he would bid for. Oh, sure, she was a rich widow and her inheritance had enabled her to access the very best plastic surgery in the world so she looked as stunning as any of
the younger women had tonight, but Brad Starke had more money than all of them put together, so gold digging certainly wasn’t his motivation.

“Mrs. Harrison,” the handsome business mogul addressed her. “I’m looking forward to our date Friday. May I call for you around eight?” he said with an enticing smile.

“That would be fine, Mr. Starke,” she replied, “And please call me Darla.”

“Only if you’ll call me Brad,” he answered. “Friday at eight it is, then.”

Two nights later, promptly at eight o’clock, Brad arrived at Darla’s estate in his limo. She met the driver at the door and was escorted to the car. The driver opened the car door and she climbed in and took a seat beside Brad.

“Good evening, Darla,” he said, “You look fabulous.”

Darla was pleased at the comment because she had taken every possible measure to look her best tonight. And, she noticed, Brad Starke also looked elegant in his evening wear. The car headed down her driveway to the highway that led into town and Brad fixed them cocktails.

“Brad, I have to ask you,” Darla said after sipping her drink, “Why on Earth, of all the gorgeous young women available at the auction, did you decide to bid for a date with me. I mean, frankly, I am old enough to be your mother.”

He laughed in response, “Well, I could be flip and say it’s because you were the best looking woman there, which by the way, is perfectly true, but as to my motivation, you already answered your own question.”

“What do you mean,” Darla asked, a bit puzzled.

“I chose you because you ARE old enough to be my mother,” he replied. “You see, Darla, I’m young and filthy rich and am constantly bombarded by advances from young women who are caught up in the fantasy of finding their handsome prince.”

Darla nodded as he continued. “I don’t think I’ve had a real date since high school. You probably know my dad died the summer I graduated and instead of going off to college I took over the family business and have done pretty well for myself with it. To be blunt, most of my dates over the years since then have been with women with things other than a relationship on their minds.”

Brad took a long drink from his glass. “You, on the other hand, in addition to being both beautiful and independently wealthy and well respected in the community, are going out with me tonight as the result of you contributing to a worthy cause. You’re mature and intelligent, and I think we’ll have a fabulous date.”

And, they did. A show at the theatre named for Brad and then dinner at one of the three restaurants he owned uptown. Later they enjoyed drinks and dancing at the trendiest jazz club in town. The young self-made billionaire was absolutely charming, bright, witty, and an absolute joy to be around. It was past two in the morning when Brad asked Darla to accompany him back to
his townhouse. When the date had begun she had certainly not even considered the fact it would lead to anything remotely intimate, but now she wasn’t so sure that would be a bad idea.

Brad had let the staff go for the night in anticipation of having Darla as an overnight guest. He put on some music and made them drinks before joining her on the sitting room sofa. Before long, kissing turned to touching and Darla was ready to take the plunge with this wonderful young man, regardless of the difference in their ages.

“Darla,” he asked after breaking from a deep soulful kiss, “May I ask something of you?”

“Of course you can, Brad,” she answered, breathlessly.

“Before we make love, would you spank me?” he said, totally serious in his tone.

A bit giddy from the evening’s drinks, Darla responded playfully, “Why, Brad? Have you been a bad boy?”

“Oh, yes,” he replied with a gleam, encouraged by her response to his request, “I’ve been such a bad boy. I’ve been having very dirty thoughts about you all evening and deserve to be punished.”

“Well, then, young man,” Darla said sternly, “You’d better stand up and pull
your pants down and get over my knee.”

Darla pulled the hem of her dress up to the top of her thighs baring her lap as Brad stood and lowered his trousers and shorts. His cock was fully erect and visibly twitching before her eyes. Brad lowered himself over her knees, his bare backside up in the air and his throbbing erection between the soft, tender skin of Darla’s inner thighs. It felt delightfully hot against her flesh and she could feel it pulsing long and thick with desire.

Suddenly, Darla slapped one of his buttocks soundly with her palm. The crack resonated through the large room. “Ohhh…” he groaned loudly and Darla felt his cock expand in the tight grasp of her thighs. Seeing the faint red imprint she had left on his cheek, she then slapped the other one and elicited similar results. “Oh, Mommy,” Brad cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You naughty, naughty boy,” Darla intoned, spanking him again several times, “It’s very bad for you to be thinking about doing those things to me. Maybe this will teach you a lesson,” she said, spanking his now crimson buttocks faster and harder.

With each slap Brad grinded his pelvis hard against her lap. Then his entire body contracted in a series of spasms and Darla felt hot wet gushes of juice moistening her inner thigs as he came, his bulging cock trapped between her legs as she continued to spank him.

Whimpering, Brad crawled from her lap onto the floor before her and began to lap the residue of his cum from her skin. Her reached under her dress and tugged her panties down and off her legs and then began to tenderly lick and suck Darla’s damp warm pussy. He ate her for what seemed like hours until she too came repeatedly.

After Darla had recovered somewhat from the intensity of her orgasm, Brad stood. Opening her eyes Darla was astounded that his prick again stood at full attention so soon after the powerful orgasm he had experienced earlier. “I think I’d like to fuck you now, Darla,” he said, once again the confident business mogul.

Darla smiled seductively in anticipation of being ridden by this young buck as he continued, “But, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to be on top… I’m still a little sore…”.

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I was working late at the garage one night, trying to get a car fixed and ready to be picked up first thing the next morning. The other mechanics had all gone home, and so I was by myself, which is the way I prefer to work. I had my head under the hood, and had just found the problem when I heard footsteps. I turned around to see who had joined me.

She was probably around 15 years older than I am, maybe around 45 years old. She had red hair, her shapely lips were lipsticked a dark red. She was in good shape, and she was dressed to show her body off. She looked at me tentatively. “I’m sorry to bother you”, she told me, “but that’s my car you’re working on. Do you think it’ll be ready tomorrow morning? I have an important appointment.”

“Sure thing”, I told her, discreetly looking her up and down. If you like older women - and I do - she was hot. Her face was mature, but not wrinkled. She was busty, and her breasts were large, just a little low, and very full. She was a nice, ripe shape, and her legs were slim and tapered. Her ass looked round and filled her tight skirt to perfection. “I just found the problem here with your car. It’s just a little thing. Would you like to see?”

She pursed her lipsticked lips, then nodded. I moved to the side, and gestured that she should move to where I was. She came, then leaned over the engine. When she bent over, it made that older butt of hers look even better.

“If you look over here” I told her, indicating a spot, “you will see a bulge in the hose here. Can you see it?” I asked her.

When she shook her head no, I moved closer to her, and gently turned her head in the direction of the hose. I also pointed closer. “Can you see it now?” I asked her.

“Oh, yes” she responded. “I surely can. Is that the part that is making my car overheat?”

As she asked, I felt her round, ripe buttocks brush the front of my jeans. I assumed it was an accident, but I felt my cock begin to grow. “Yes, that’s the problem part” I told her. “It’s slowly leaking out all your coolant, and then the car doesn’t have enough left to keep itself cool while you’re driving”.

“And you say it will be ready tomorrow morning?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“Yes, ma’am” I told her. “I’m staying late just to make sure your car will be ready for you first thing when the garage opens.”

This time, the pressure of her buttocks against my cock was firmer. Was she grinding against me deliberately? She didn’t seem the type, but she wasn’t moving away. I didn’t want to offend her, but her soft, firm butt was pressing gently against me, and I was almost fully hard. I felt a little self-conscious. It’s not every day that a sexy older woman comes into the garage and starts rubbing against my dick.

“You’re a lot younger than I am, I think” she told me, licking her lips. “How old are you, about 30?”

I nodded, unsure of whether I should make a move, and going wild as her beautiful ass kept moving against me. “I love younger men” this sexy milf told me, removing the doubt from my mind.

She began moving her ass back and forth against the front of my pants, making me squirm as my cock began to throb. I allowed myself to rub my dick - still in my pants - against her warm, pliant buttocks. Oh, man, this horny milf was making me crazy!

Before I could decide what to do, she turned around and carefully unzipped my pants. Gently she pulled out my hard rod, holding it in her hands and stroking it gently. I gasped softly as her hands carressed my shaft. Through this sexual haze, I was a little concerned that someone might come into the garage and catch us. Then she bent down and I forgot everything.

Without any messing around, this gorgeous milf slid my cock all the way into her warm, wet mouth. She pulled her head up a little, then went down on me further. My meat was deep in the back of her mouth, and even touching her throat. She gulped a couple times, and the head of my dick felt the swallowing motion. Then she began to suck on my cock as she moved her head up and down. I was in heaven.

She was unbuttoning her blouse as she sucked, pulling out her big boobs. And they really were huge - like the girls in a big tit magazine. I had never seen such big breasts in person. I reached down and squeezed them as she sucked and slurped on my cock. They were warm, and soft, and I found them fascinating. I tweaked her nipples as she swirled her tongue around my rod, and pinched them. She groaned a little, and her eyes half closed.

I kept pinching the nipples on those magificent tits as she began pumping her head up and down on my dick, keeping suction on it all the time. I felt myself swell even harder as I pounded her mouth and throat, and she obviously wanted every inch of me. I’ve never had a woman take every inch of my cock this way, and knowing how deep she wanted me to fuck her throat was an unbelievable turn-on. I thrust my hips forward again and again, choking the cock-hungry older milf with my meat. I loved it when she had to gasp for breath, and I loved feeling her excitement as I kept playing with her big nipply boobs.

Finally I couldn’t take any more - I felt like I was going to explode as I pounded harder and harder into her mouth, and then I was shooting a load of hot, thick cum down her throat. As I came, I watched her face. She was choking but swallowing every drop of the load I was pouring into her.

At last, I was finished, and I found I didn’t know what to say. She stood up, buttoned her blouse, and smiled at me, a really sexy smile that was even sexier to me because her makeup and hair were messy from the oral pleasure she had given me. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes, licking her lips.

“Thank you”, I said, really meaning it. “I’ll be sure your car is ready in the morning. I’ll throw in a tuneup and some new plugs - no charge.”

“Why, thank you” she said, and left the garage, her heels pounding as her ass bounced back and forth in her tight skirt.

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Her First Threesome
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Kate’s mind was in a frenzied state. The feel of Franks fat shaft in her mouth while he pinched, twisted and squeezed her breasts and nipples and Dex with his mouth between her legs nipping her clit and pushing his middle finger in her wet hole, then joining it with another and forcing them deep was driving her wild like nothing she had ever experienced in all her forty-three years. She gave up any kind of resistance and grasped her husbands cock sucking it deep into her mouth while she moaned and whimpered from their ministrations. She lifted her hips to give Dex greater access and he put one hand under her rounded bottom pushing toward him roughly.

He rammed his fingers inside her hard over and over again and in between nips on her clit Dex told her to suck her husbands cock, deeper and harder. Frank was moaning and grunting and moving his hips, fucking her mouth while he ravaged her breasts.

Dex covered her clit with his mouth and began sucking as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her, pushing hard and moving the tips around touching secret places deep inside her took the cock from her mouth until she cried out, her body trembling violently in a shattering orgasm. But he didn’t stop, he kept up the pressure with his fingers and mouth until she couldn’t take anymore and tried to push him away. That was when he gently eased his fingers from her and licked her juices of her lips softly with his tongue.

Kate’s body didn’t get much time to rest before she heard them speaking quietly again and then they were turning her onto her stomach, coaxing her onto her hands and knees. Before she completely realized the plan, Frank guided his cock into her mouth while Dex slid into her wet slit from behind pumping her every inch of his shaft in her just as savagely as he had ravaged her with his mouth and fingers.

She had never known she would love having her pussy and mouth fucked at the same so much but Kate was in blissful ecstasy. She lapped and sucked at her husbands cock while she spread herself open as wide as she could for Dex to fuck her harder and deeper. Tears blurred her vision but she didn’t want to stop. When Dex reached a hand between her legs and began to milk her clit with his rough fingers, she knew she was going to have another orgasm and the tremors began before she could even complete the thought.

Both men heard her moans and whimpers and felt her body tighten and both kept up the words of encouragement and saying the most dirty things she had ever had spoken to her.

When the shudders passed and her body went almost limp, the two men traded places. Now Frank was filling her aching pussy with his shaft while Dex slid his cock in her mouth still covered with her own cum. They didn’t take things slow, they were both too far gone and they pounded into her mouth and slit like they were crazy in need of release. And Kate loved it. She loved having another man’s cock fucking her mouth while her husband fucked her from behind and demanded she suck that cock down her throat and swallow every drop of its load.

Frank followed Dex example and reached a hand between her legs rubbing her clit furiously while he buried himself deeper inside her. She knew he was close to exploding and wanted to feel him squirt his seed inside her. She could also feel the tides beginning in her again and she knew her release would happen at least one more time.

Dex coaxed Frank to fuck his wife harder while he fisted his hand in her hair, holding her head up and slid his cock down her throat over and over until he let out a loud moan. It was like a domino affect. whe she felt his hot cum squirt inside her mouth and on her face, the damn inside her burst and she began to tremble in orgasm. And watching this while he fucked her harder then he ever had before, Frank exploded inside of her letting out his own yell of satisfaction as the immense pleasure.

As all three lay on the bed catching their breath and letting their bodies try to relax, Kate smiled wickedly to herself knowing this was something she definitely wanted to do again and again.

 

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Another Perspective
By Rick Savage

 

 

What is it with you guys? I keep reading these stories and I think to myself-what the hell are you waiting for. I mean really, take the recent story “My Christmas Present”. For God’s sake, this girl virtually tells the guy she wants him to eat her pussy and he waits from summer to Christmas to do it. What the hell was he doing in between? Pounding his pud? Listen up boys and girls it’s all about fucking and now is the best time, not next month, not next year, now. Quit beating around the bush and beating off and get to it. After all, there might not be a tomorrow. Think I’m crazy? I don’t. I worked at the same place that guy did, I swear I recognized him from the story and I’ve talked to him about it. He won’t make the same mistake twice, I guarantee you. What do I mean? We’ll here is my side of the same story. Same girl, same office, different result:

I had only been renting my suite for one month when the old receptionist, an aging senior citizen named Hilda, had abruptly resigned. Carolyn replaced her. Carolyn was an improvement over Hilda, but not by a whole lot. She was about 45 years old with graying brunette hair, green eyes, and dark complexion. She was about 5’7” tall, but his estimate of her weight at 150 was a good 25 lb. light. She was 175 if she was an ounce. I had to agree with his assessment that she was ample, not fat, and believe me I’ve fucked fat ones. Take Diane for example, she was fat a pig, nothing at all like Carolyn.

She dressed like she was looking. I know the look, so do you. Short skirt, calf high boots, short sleeve tight blouse, and a pushup bra just to be sure that there is cleavage showing. I remember distinctly walking into the reception area when she first showed up. He was there too, drooling over the new hire. As I walked down the hall towards her she swiveled in her chair and flashed me the cutest set of green panties that I had seen in awhile. I winked at her as she closed her legs and she smiled demurely. He blushed and walked out of the room, I walked right up to her and started to make conversation. She answered the phone occasionally, but mostly talked with me for a good 10 minutes. She worked for the corporation that owned and leased the suites, not for me, so I didn’t think that sexual harassment was ever an issue. At about the 7-minute mark of our conversation I told her a dirty joke and she laughed like a truck driver. At the 10 minute mark she told me the joke about teaching the pussy to talk, you know-“put a tongue in it.” I instinctively said, “I’d love to teach yours to talk” to which she said “anytime!” Instead of waiting for 6 months like he did to try to figure out if this skirt would let him fuck her I said, “lessons start after work tonight, you’re done at 5:00, from here we’re going to pour a couple of liquor drinks down your neck and then we are going to eat a great dinner, and then we are going to teach that pussy of yours to talk, hell we might even teach it to sing!” She laughed so hard I thought she’d pee in her pants.

5:00 came and went, and Carolyn was caught up in some last minute copying for one of the suites. I sat in the reception room and read an old Sports Illustrated. She did manage to flash me that green panty covered pussy smile a few times, which I greatly appreciated. About 20 minutes passed and I was starting to get a little antsy. I told her I’d meet her in the bar of the Steakhouse on the ground floor of the building. She said, “Oh, honey, don’t get upset with me, stick around for just a few more minutes till I finish, you won’t regret it.” I went back to my reading and she put more papers on the copy machine. She also got up and went to the bathroom. She came back, sat down and checked on the status of the copy job, then she swiveled around to flash me again, but this time she had no panties on, just her hairy pussy smiling right at me. I could see the glean of liquid on the lips. Needless to say I got a hardon on the spot!!

She finished in no time and turned off all of her machines, grabbed her purse and announced that she was ready for anything now. So was I.

I assume the guy who wrote the original story was already home beating his meat; I myself was about to get my Christmas present in July. We took the crowded elevator down to the first floor. She managed to position her ass directly in front of my bulging dick and gave it a nice fanny rub on the way down. We both had a couple of bourbons at the steak place, and I had a nice New York strip medium rare. She had a filet rare. We both ate baked potatoes, and drank red wine. As an appetizer I order us a dozen oysters on the half shell, I knew that I’d need them for stamina as the night wore on. After dinner we went back up to my office suite. Nobody was in the office and mine personal suite had a door that locked, and a private bathroom. She was feeling pretty loose from the drinks and the bottle of Cabernet that we drank with the meat. She excused herself into the bathroom but I followed like a little puppy. When she noticed I was just behind her she didn’t even try to close the door, she pulled me in and shut it after me. She pulled me to her and we kissed for minutes. Finally she pushed me away and said, “Honey I really got to pee”. With that she hiked her skirt and sat on the potty and began to tinkle. I watched with a smile on my face. I could see her hairy pussy, but couldn’t really see much. She could tell and to help satisfy my prurient interest she half stood so I could see the stream of hot yellow liquid flow from between her pouty lips. When she finished she sat again and wiped herself dry. She stood and pulled her short skirt down over her brown hairy snatch and straightened it out. She said, “Honey, now it’s your turn”. With that she came over and unzipped my fly and took out my semi erect penis. She pulled me over to the toilet and positioned me so that if I could pee it would at least hit the mark. Of course, my bladder became rather shy and she politely turned the water on which was all I needed to loosen up the water works. She held my dick for as long as it took and then gave it a few good shakes to be safe. She then undid my pants altogether and positioned me in front of the running sink. She found a washrag and wetted it with warm water and proceeded to wash my penis and ball sack until it was shiny clean. She then hiked her own skirt up and used the warm washrag to clean her own pussy. I got a great show as she washed the inside and outside with equal gusto, and even did a great clean job on her anus. I was going to enjoy eating this woman. We were both a little tipsy and really enjoying the moment. Neither of us had any inhibitions.

Again she smoothed her skirt and stood up, but she made me step out of my pants. Hell as long as I was half naked I figured I’d be all naked, so I removed my tie and shirt. She took my hand and we walked back out into the office. I had a couch along one wall and we walked over and sat on it. Actually, I had her sit on it and I kneeled down in front of her. I made her spread her legs, which involved hiking her skirt all the way up, and finally it proved more comfortable for her to just take it off. I started by kissing her lips, then tongued her ear then neck, and down her shirt to her now exposed belly button. You’d be surprised how erotic it is to suck belly button, but apparently it is cause she went nuts. After a few minutes there I proceeded lower to her muff, which was again dripping in anticipation. I licked her engorged clit for minutes and made her cum at least once. I then licked the outside and then stuck my tongue as far up her snatch as it would go. She bucked madly and loved every minute. After about 10 or 15 minutes of this I stood and put my rigid rod directly into her open mouth. She sucked and licked returning the favor. With my dick wet from the licking and her pussy dripping from the talking lesson I kneeled again and pulled her forward on the couch, I inched forward myself, and stuck my throbbing tool inside of her, slowly at first, then forcefully and to the hilt. She moaned and licked her lips, then swallowed my tongue with her mouth and my dick with her pussy. We fucked that way for a while, and then I made her stand and remove her blouse revealing a green bra, which matched her panties earlier in the day. She unbuttoned that from the front and let her 38c’s spill out. I sat on the couch and made her sit facing me and slowly impale herself on my dick. She did, and this gave me access to those titties, which I licked and sucked, gently. She loved it and came several more times. I would alternate between having her sit on me, and having her kneel in front of me and suck me. That way, the anesthetizing effect of the blowjob allowed me to fuck long and hard. Finally, when I knew that I was about to cum I made her turn her back to me and I entered her from behind. I massaged her tits with my hands and fucked her faster and faster from behind until I could take no more. Just as I was about to cum, she cried out that she was cumming again. As she stifled a scream I pulled out of her pussy and shot my load on her back and ample ass. I moved one hand to her pussy and helped her finish her orgasm, and I moved the other hand to my dick and helped myself finish a great shot!

We were both exhausted and messy! We went back to my bathroom and gave each other slow erotic sponge bathes, then went back out to the couch and fucked again. From that night on we fucked on average of twice a week until Christmas. She had been telling me about this guy in another suite coming on to her and that she was attracted to him. I encouraged her to act on her instinct, and even told her to fuck him that last workday before Christmas. According to her he was ok. I continued to fuck her regularly until she quit to move to another city.

Here is my point. The first author wasted so much time hoping the broad would like him when she told him from the first meeting that she wanted to fuck him. Like can come later, for now lust should come first. Quit waiting, go for it.

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I walked down the stairs, head pounding. My body felt wrecked. I could only remember bits of the party last night. I looked for Brian. There were many rooms down the hall and all the doors were closed. I was frightened to pull them open because the memories I did have of the night before were of a night gone out of control.

Somehow a friendly party had escalated to a full-blown orgy. Every orifice had been stuffed full. Her ass and mouth were sore and she couldn’t specifically remember who from. Her husband had been fucking her friend and she looked on, her own pussy getting stuffed. The thing was she had liked it! No, not liked, she adored it. She had never before felt so free, so sexual! Now that the alcohol had dissipated, she was wondering if they would all be ashamed, if they would speak of the going on of the night before where she and her neighbors had turned a block party to a sex-sharing free for all.

Then she remembered someone had been shooting a video! Her heart stopped. She thought she heard Brian’s voice. Instead of knocking, she opened the door slightly ajar. She saw Holly, a sweet girl who lived across the street and sold cosmetics sitting astride her husband, big tits jutting into his sucking mouth.

“C’mon!” Holly said youthfully,” Join us!”

Being sober, sore, and hung over, the situation seemed surreal. The party was continuing on? Just then Mrs. Greenen, a sixty-something gardening fanatic entered the room from the bathroom in nothing but a garter and said simply,” Good morning dear!”

Holly rolled over while Mrs. Greenen began to eat her out! Brian said, C’m here honey and I did. He pulled my robe off of me and gestured at the two women, who were now in a 69, a mixture of youth and age blended by lust. He pulled me on top of him. I began to protest but felt very aroused. Soon his cock was inside me and I started to fuck him on the bad next to our female neighbors. I wondered who else had spent the night. Where was Mr. Greenen?

I could hear moans coming form the bedroom next door. This answered my question. I could hear Mr. Greenen’s voice. The slurping of the ladies as they were reaching climax spurred me on and I came just as Brian spurted a load of cum deep inside my cunt.

Our neighborhood had changed overnight. Our home had become a sex club.

I guess ya never really know your neighbors, unless you try!

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Jenny placed her hands on his chest and felt his heart beat against her palms. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. His slid his mouth down her neck and she moaned in pleasure tilting her head back. His hands grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head setting her braless breasts free for his pleasure. There was no pretense of seduction, no romantic tenderness and he grasped her breasts in his large hands squeezing them and rubbing the sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She gasped and cried out as he head bent and he took one rosy peak between his teeth while the fingers of his other hand pinched and twisted its twin. She arched toward him whimpering, wanting more.

She grabbed at his sweater and he pulled back from his ministrations just long enough to help her pull it over his head and unfasten his jeans lifting his hips to slide them down his muscular legs and set his hard cock free. Jenny couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Once he was completely naked, he reached for her again devouring her mouth in kiss that was raw and demanding while one hand slid under her skirt.

When she felt one of his fingers ease inside of her, she instinctively spread her thighs to give him greater access. He moaned deep in his throat when he felt how wet and ready she was for him and he slid another finger inside her as deep as he could. Her mind was in a frenzy and so were her hands. She rubbed his chest, scraping her nails along the hard plains and over his nipples before making her way lower.

When she grasped his throbbing shaft in her hands, he let out a ragged breath and thrust his fingers in and out of her wetness deep and hard. She wanted so much more, wanted to feel his cock inside her and feel him thrusting into the very heart of her.

With savage abruptness, he pulled his fingers from inside her and pushed her hands away from him. But before she could protest, he grasped her waist and lifted her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips. He pushed her skirt out of the way, reaching between them and guiding his shaft to her opening. He hesitated just long enough for their eyes to meet and then he pulled her down as he pushed up and buried himself inside her. Jenny cried out in pleasure as her pussy stretched to fit him. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he held her in place, her chest pressed hard against his while he fucked her with wild and forceful strokes.

Jenny dug her nails into his shoulders moaning and whimpering at the exquisite pleasure and pain of each thrust. His grunts and moans mingled with her own and she knew she was going to explode. She could feel the heat making its way up her body and she needed the release so desperately.

With one hand, he pushed his way between them and found her swollen clit using his fingers to rub and pinch until she was gasping and crying out. Her orgasm enveloped them like a raging storm and when her pussy tensed and convulsed on his throbbing cock, he followed her with his own blood pumping release and a hoarse moan that filled her ears and prolonged her own sweet agony.

When at last, her body went limp against him, she could feel his heart still pounding against her breast and he gently rubbed her back with his hands. It took several long minutes before their breathing slowed and he slid her off his lap to sit beside him. He began to dress with slow movements and she followed his lead finding her shirt and putting it back on. Once he was dressed, he looked at her and smiled. Leaning toward her, he placed a quick kiss on her lips before opening the side door and with a gust of cool early morning air, he was gone.

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