Something that struck me when I looked at this image was my wedding ring. Often I notice it in images taken when I am playing. I remember once a lover telling me that it was the sexiest thing I was wearing because it meant I belonged to another man and that man was allowing me to be with him. Ever since then I have always noticed my ring in images. It makes me think about the unconventional nature of my marriage and how fortunate I am that I found myself here.
In this image I am performing oral sex on Mr Jones because he indicated he would like me to give him a “road head job” while he was driving the yacht. Not one to deny him a fantasy I complied when the opportunity arose. He enjoyed it but not so much that he forgot to capture the moment!
The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday was to write a post that started from a comment on your blog. In response to a recent Sinful Sunday post No Pants Endurancecommented; “The way the photo is set gives me the illusion of the fifty foot woman”. And so here is the attack of the Fifty Foot Women.
“Hello I am Hank,” he had to almost shout over the noise of the club
“My name is Glenda,” she reached out to shake his hand.
“Can I get you a drink?” Inside he kicked himself for sounding so lame but really he didn’t know what else to say. Plus, he felt weird standing there in front of the lounge where she sat with her friends.
Glenda leaned towards the woman sitting next to her. They whispered for a moment before she turned to face him.
“As long as you get one for my friend Wanda,” The two women looked at him with a glitter in their eye that made Hank nervous. Despite his trepidation he shook off the feeling and made his way to the bar.
An hour later the shot glasses were piled all around. A warm feeling filled Hank as he sat wedged between Glenda and Wanda with their other friends Amelia, Maya and Jenna all laughing at everything Hank said. He didn’t know what had happened. Normally women shunned him, laughing at his height, his haircut, pretty much everything about him. This was so out of the ordinary that Hank kept waiting to wake up from the dream.
“Let’s go somewhere a bit more intimate,” Glenda gathered her purse.
All the other women followed suit. As they stood up Hank felt his jaw drop. He felt as if he was a warthog surrounded by a herd of giraffes. These women were enormous. He knew when he stood up that he would barely reach their armpit, or rather their breasts. Glenda was an inch or two taller than the others. A mental image of standing in front of her with her crotch at his eye level filled his head. He stayed sitting on the couch, unsure of what to do next.
“Are you coming?” Glenda beckoned to him. Again, there was that strange glitter in her eye. For a second Hank considered running away but Maya reached out her hand,
“We won’t eat you,” she smiled gently.
Courage, or at least Dutch courage, filled Hank and he stood to his full height of five feet. As he suspected he came up to the armpit of Maya, the shortest one, and his eyeline was just above Glenda’s navel.
“You are so cute,” Jenna cooed. “I love little guys, they are so fun to play with,”
“Behave Jenna,” Glenda chided fondly. “We don’t want to scare our new friend,” She reached out to take Hank’s hand, “Don’t listen to her, she is just being weird.”
Hank nodded and trotted along beside her still feeling like a warthog amongst giraffes.
Twenty minutes later Hank found himself at the apartment that Glenda shared with Wanda. The girls obviously spent a lot of time here, they kicked off their shoes and dropped their purses on the counter. Glenda, Wanda, and Jenna disappeared into bedrooms while Maya and Amelia busied themselves making drinks and choosing music to play on the big screen. Hank stood awkwardly in the middle of the lounge area unsure of what to do or what to expect.
After a short while the three girls re-emerged wearing short silky nightwear. They smiled at Hank as they walked towards him. Glenda took his hand and led him towards the couch that dominated the room. She pulled him down beside her and kissed him on the lips. Hank melted into her embrace, fumbling around her breasts. Without a word she took one of his hands and slid it inside the top of her pyjamas. From behind him Hank felt another hand sliding into his pants to reach around and grip his cock. Jenna’s voice breathed in his ear,
“Well, hello there. I am so glad you have come to play with us.” Her perfume was intoxicating as she kissed the side of his neck. Hank watched mesmerised as Glenda and Jenna kissed before they turned their attentions to him. First one kissed him then the other. Jenna’s hand slid slowly up and down Hank’s shaft and Glenda massaged his hand over her breast encouraging him to pinch her firm nipples.
A third set of hands moved over his torso caressing his own nipples tweaking them gently.
“I think we need to relieve Hank of some of his clothes,” Wanda’s voice was soft in his other ear. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and he felt a cool rush of air over his naked skin. Glenda trailed kisses down the side of his neck as she helped Wanda remove his shirt. Wanda’s lips mirrored Glenda’s as each woman’s lips made their way to Hank’s nipples. Lips teased his nipples and teeth grazed over the sensitive buds as Hank’s hands were pushed against breasts before Wanda shoved his hand into her pyjama pants.
As Hank slid his fingers into Wanda’s slick wet pussy, he felt his pants being unzipped and his cock eased out of his underwear. Glenda took Hank’s other hand and shoved it against her pussy as she kissed Wanda above Hank. Wet lips slid down over his throbbing cock. Hank let out a strangled moan as his fingers dipped in and out of two pussies. Glenda moved so that she was kneeling over his face. Her pussy was like a vision as it lowered towards his lips.
Obediently reached his tongue upwards and stroked her pussy. She tasted amazing, clean, and salty. Like a man who has been starving he gulped at her as she ground down on his tongue. Wet lips moved up and down his cock and he was aware of women pressing their bodies against him. It felt as if he were covered in them, smothered by their scent, their breasts, their mouths, and their desire.
Somehow, he found himself on the thick rug covered by five giant women. His tiny body seemed to disappear into them. Each woman pleasured him in her own way. All of them partook of each other. Their height meant nothing. Lying down they all were the same height.
One thing Hank knew for certain. He would forever have a thing for tall women.
It has been a while since I managed to get an entry in for MMMonday. Who would have thought that being on a cruising yacht travelling around would be so damn time consuming???
The idea for this scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. I hope I have done it justice.
Sun peeked over the horizon as Lucy stretched in bed. Beside her Megan stirred,
“Today is the day,” she mumbled sleepily.
Lucy squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Four days of denial had sharpened her pussy to even the slightest stimulation. Four days of watching other women be pleasured instead of her had seemed like an eternity.
“I think you are lucky being the last one,” Megan sat up in bed beside her. “Being first was fun and all but the guys were kind of restrained and awkward. You have had time to suss them out and they have had time to watch you and wonder.”
“I am worried that they will have fucked themselves silly by now,” Lucy slid out of the warmth of the blankets.
Megan laughed, “They are guys!” she scoffed. “Not only that they have been waiting all year for this. They are not going to let you down.”
Lucy pulled out THE outfit. And slid the tiny skirt over her hips. After three days of shorts and baggy t-shirts the coolness of air around her pussy was even more enticing.
“Fuck you look hot in that!” Megan commented as Lucy tied the front of her white t shirt over her bare breasts. “If they don’t fuck you stupid I will!” Lucy giggled and wiggled her bare arse cheeks at her friend as she left the cabin.
“Dayam Gurl!” Hector exclaimed as Lucy entered the galley. Lucy grinned and gave a small twirl. The tiny gathered skirt flared out displaying a freshly shaved pussy and a perfectly tanned arse. “Those boys are gonna eat you alive.” Hector minced around his domain putting together Lucy’s breakfast. For this trip the diet of Lucy and the other three girls had been designed for a purpose; to keep them glowing, energetic and, most importantly, tasting sweet. Lucy devoured her Danishes and sipped on the smoothie Hector prepared according to his secret recipe.
“Don’t be nervous gurl,” he soothed as he watched her chewing on a nail absently. “These aren’t frat boys. They will treat you real good.”
Lucy smiled gratefully. When she had signed up for this trip she had been a little dubious but her friend Megan had encouraged her. “It will be an adventure!” she had exclaimed. And it had been Four girls, four men, a very expensive motor cruiser in a totally secluded location. And Hector, the minder of the girls, preparer of meals and keeper of secrets. For these four men this trip was their annual hall pass. Four days of sunshine and access to young, beautiful women, no questions asked by wives or girlfriends, no tales told upon their return. The girls all had to sign documents ensuring their silence on anything that happened on board. In return they were guaranteed that they would not be forced to do anything against their will. Hector was vigilant in ensuring their health and safety.
Lucy drank the last of her smoothie and stood up from her stool. Hector smiled warmly,
“Remember, you have the right to veto anything, any time.” He looked very serious. “These boys know that they must behave like gentlemen or they will have to deal with me!”
Lucy smiled, the butterflies had really kicked in now.
“Go on, they are waiting for you,” Hector passed her a tray of breakfast foods and took up a second tray to follow her through the tiny hallway to the lounge area where the four men were sprawled around.
“Good morning gentlemen,” Lucy smiled sweetly at them all, but her eye went straight to Nathan. The men were in their early thirties. They were all successful in their professions, they all enjoyed their weekend sport. In short, they liked to work hard, and they liked to play hard.
Nathan had been the one that caught Lucy’s eye on the first day. Tall and dark and clean shaven. He was the quiet one of the group. When the other men were fussing around the girls he would sit back and watch. Sometimes he would partake but often he seemed happy to watch. When she had been sunbathing on the front deck she had sometimes seen him watching her.
As she leaned over the table to place her tray she felt a hand on her arse. Gentle and tentative. She turned and looked into the eye of Jason, the most active one of the group. When the girls gossiped about the men at night in their cabins they all agreed that Jason’s wife was frigid and this trip was Jason’s annual sex allocation.
“Good morning,” she smiled sweetly and straightened up to stand in front of him.
“I love this skirt,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He stopped at the hem of the skirt, “May I please see what is underneath?”
Lucy was surprised at the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he expected her to swat him away. She smiled sweetly and stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. His fingers trailed lightly upwards and stroked the smoothly shaven skin of her pussy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and moved slightly closer to his face. Lucy glanced around the room. Nathan was on the opposite side of the table, as ever, watching quietly. Their eyes met, he gave a slight nod. Lucy felt a surge of confidence.
Her gaze dropped to meet Malcolm, sitting next to Jason at the table. His eyes were hungry and a quick glance downwards revealed a large bulge in his boardshorts. He sat back with his arms spread, not hiding his desire. In the girls’ cabins the gossip was that he was the horse of the group.
“You will feel every inch of him,” Megan had told her. “So fucking amazing,”
Jason dipped his fingers inside Lucy’s slit, grazing her swollen clit. Despite being around sex and seeing and hearing sex every day the girls were not allowed to masturbate. For Lucy, this had been the hardest. She had to wait the longest for her “day” and the sounds of fucking and women being pleasured had been exquisite torture. Jason’s tentative stroking was almost enough to push her over the edge. She leaned forward and gripped the table for support as he dipped his fingers inside her.
“She is so wet,” Jason murmured, “She is almost gagging for it.”
He pressed his face against her cunt, using his tongue to stroke her swollen pussy before penetrating her. Lucy moaned in pleasure, opening her legs, inviting him to penetrate her deeper. As Jason responded, greedily devouring her pussy Lucy felt another pair of hands on her butt. She looked back and saw Brad, the fourth man standing beside her. His cock was standing out proudly before him. Despite the pleasure of being penetrated by Jason’s tongue Lucy wanted more. She needed to be filled.
She shuffled herself around so that Brad could stand behind her while Jason could still lick her. She felt his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she pushed back against him, hungry to be filled.
“Greedy girl,” Brad held her firmly with the tip of his cock against her entrance. He held her hips firmly as he controlled his entrance filling her slowly, inch by inch. Across the table Nathan watched her intently. Nothing about him gave away what he was thinking. As he started fucking her Lucy closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure of being fucked while Jason lapped greedily at her clit. Animal noises escaped from her throat as an orgasm shuddered through her.
Beside Jason Malcolm had removed his shorts and sat watching with his hand moving slowly over his cock. Lucy licked her lips and looked into his eyes. She was aroused even more by the desire she saw there. Without speaking she pulled away from Brad and stepped neatly around Jason to sit astride the beautiful cock. Megan was right, she felt every inch of him, and it was incredible. As she began to move her hips back and forth she heard Malcolm’s breathing coming hard and fast. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.
“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he panted.
Lucy moved faster. A crease formed in his brow. She sensed he was close to the edge. Her cunt craved his cum she wanted to power to make him cum. His hands gripped her hips and his breath came in short sharp grunts.
“Cum for me,” she grinned at him. “You know you want to!”
“Are you ready?” he panted.
Heat filled Lucy’s body. This was what she wanted. To hear them cum because of her. To know they wanted HER and couldn’t control themselves. Malcolm stiffened. His head fell back,
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned as he emptied himself into her. For a few moments she leaned against his heaving chest before she turned her gaze back to Brad.
“It’s your turn next,” she smiled slyly like a lioness in heat. “I hope you have a load ready for me,”
Brad grinned, “You know I do baby. But first Jason wants to clean you up.”
Obediently Lucy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Greedily Jason lapped at her pussy sucking Malcolm’s load from her. Lucy pushed his face against her cunt. She wanted to grind down on him but he shook her off and kneeled between her legs.
“Brad can wait,” he slipped out of his shorts. “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. Are you ready for another load?”
Lucy grinned eagerly, “As much as you can give me,”
Two loads later and Lucy lay back on the couch smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her morning had been everything she had hoped for. There was only one thing left.
Finally Nathan stirred he moved around the table and took her hand, “Now that the amateurs have had their fun let’s get down to some real business.” He led her away to his cabin. Lucy smiled to herself. Megan had been right. This definitely was an adventure.
It has been a while since I have had the time and brain space to work on the story of Carmen and her younger lover, Ryan. At the end of the last installment Carmen had enjoyed a “meeting” with a young attractive sales representative. Her work colleagues suspect she has “something going on” but so far have not been able to uncover her secret.
At the door of the medical centre Carmen steeled herself for the onslaught when she entered. She was disappointed. Jenny was busy with a patient and Carmen was able to slip past her. In her office she became engrossed in emails and phone messages. Just because it was Friday everyone thought that their issue HAD to be resolved before the end of the day. Time passed quickly before she was interrupted by Jenny,
“So what is the goss with the AmpliMed guy?”
Carmen continued typing her email and didn’t look up at Jenny. She hoped that this ruse would send Jenny back to her desk. It didn’t work, Jenny invited herself in and sat on the chair opposite Carmen’s desk.
“I am not going away,” Jenny leaned forward so that Carmen was unable to keep ignoring her. “Is that guy the one you have been banging?”
Carmen stopped typing and gave Jenny her full attention. Even taking into consideration Jenny’s ability to gossip this was a leap. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Well, it is pretty obvious you have been banging someone, and the way you went all doe eyed when he turned up seemed like it was likely to be him.”
Carmen took a moment to digest this information. It was an interesting conclusion. She allowed herself to wonder what the outcome would be if she let Jenny keep thinking this. It might be easier than explaining to her that she was “banging” one of her son’s friends.
“What makes you think I am BANGING, as you say, someone?” Carmen asked. She didn’t think she had been acting THAT differently.
“It is so freaking obvious,” Jenny grinned at her, “The distant smile, constantly checking your phone, and when he walked in you were like a bitch on heat.”
Carmen squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She felt as if Jenny had been reading her mind earlier. She HAD been like a bitch on heat. Or more accurately like a cougar on the prowl. Something in her HAD changed since her encounters with Ryan. It was like a switch had been flicked in her body and she saw every meeting with an attractive man as an opportunity to fuck like an animal. He mind wandered back to a memory of being wrapped around Ryan while his cock was buried deep inside her. Warmth flooded through her belly. Under her desk she pressed her thighs together. If she didn’t see him soon she didn’t know how she would be able to cope.
“So?” Jenny’s persistence was amazing. Carmen wavered. It would be good to confide in someone. Are you freaking serious! Sensible Carmen jolted her back into reality. Carmen was reminded that Jenny was not a person to trust as a confidante. Anything she told Jenny would be common knowledge among all the other receptionists within a day.
Carmen smiled, she hoped in a way that didn’t make Jenny think anything too outrageous. “A lady never kisses and tells.” She turned back to her computer screen, “Now don’t make me push you out of my office.”
Jenny lingered a little while longer, but Carmen refused to acknowledge her presence. Carmen knew that there would be gossip, Jenny would not be able to help herself, but she hoped that it would be vague enough that it wouldn’t get her into serious trouble. Besides what if she WAS banging the AmpliMed Rep? She was single, as far as she knew so was he, they were adults. As long as she didn’t start ordering stupid amounts of stuff from him there was no problem.
A message flashed onto the screen of Carmen’s phone. Her heart skipped hoping it would be Ryan, she was a little disappointed.
Looking forward to tonight. Her friend Liz sent.
Carmen smiled. Liz would be the person to confide in. She would listen and reassure her. A much better choice of confidante than Jenny. Carmen felt herself relax and refocus on her work. Thoughts of Ryan and Corey were pushed to the back of her mind as Carmen dived into the tasks she needed to finish before closing her office for the weekend.
Ok, so it isn’t Friday but I put this post together a while ago and only just got a chance to activate it.
The sight of the skirt laid out on the bed made Chrissy’s heart skip a beat. Everything that had happened during her day faded into background noise as she stood looking at the dull gleam of the leather. Her eyes slid over to the silver clock on the bedside table. It took moments for her to process the time and realise what that meant. She had a schedule to meet, she was expected to be prepared thoroughly and correctly and most importantly, punctually. The sight of the skirt was just the beginning.
She peeled off her clothes and deposited them in the hamper before she stepped into the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the sink she picked up her pink razor and began to methodically and thoroughly to remove all of the hair on her body, paying particular attention to the short dark hairs on her pubic mound. She spent extra moments smoothing the soft sensitive skin there, making sure that every hair had been removed. Before she realised what she was doing her fingers slipped inside her slit. The feel of her hot wet cunt was almost too much to resist. It took more than a little willpower to stop herself from exploring further into her slick wet folds but she knew the consequences of indulging. With a firm determination she removed her hand.
According to the routine set out for her she made the shower very hot. Steam billowed up, filling the bathroom as she eased her body under the stinging needles of the shower. Obediently she scrubbed herself with the exfoliator thoroughly as the hot water turned her skin a bright, glowing pink. Only when she had scrubbed from head to toe did she turn the water off and step out of the steam filled cubicle tingling all over. When she was dry she picked up the moisturiser and rubbed her entire body with lotion, paying particular attention to the skin on her ass and thighs.
Nervously she glanced at the clock on the bedside table as she began to dress herself. Sir was never, ever late and she knew that he would be less than pleased if she was not ready when he arrived. She left the skirt until last, donning the white blouse making sure all of the buttons were fastened, right up to the neck. Next was the suspender belt and stockings, she took a precious minutes adjusting the seams, making sure they were perfectly straight before she stepped into the patent leather pumps. Finally, the one garment that hadn’t left her mind since she had stepped into the bedroom earlier. Almost reverently she slipped it over her head and slid it into place. With great care she made sure all the fasteners were in place before she stepped in front of the mirror to check that she hadn’t missed anything. She resisted turning to get a glimpse of her back; she wasn’t ready to see her bare butt exposed by the cut of her skirt. She didn’t want to dwell too much on what lay ahead.
Shivering she stood in front of Him, eyes downcast, waiting for his instruction. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blouse, her knees trembled slightly. It took all of her will not to clench her bare buttocks as he walked around her, inspecting her. For a second his hand rested on the naked skin framed by the skirt he had gotten made especially for her. Especially so that he could look at her beautiful ass while she was fully dressed. Especially because he knew how much she loved the feel of his hand on her ass and it pleased him to think that when she was dressed this way she was always on edge, waiting for the sting of his palm or something else.
What pleased him even more was the knowledge she loved the pain as much as she loved the pleasure of his tongue on her clit. Sometimes the feel of a firm hand on her ass while he had his cock buried deep inside her made her cum so hard she pushed his cock out of her.
With one finger he stroked her perfectly groomed hair before gently placing the collar around her neck. At the feeling of the soft leather her heart started racing, almost uncontrollably. The lead clicked into the clasp at the front of her neck, she tilted her head up a little to let her eyes rest on his face for a moment, and she noted the approval and a hint of lust in his eyes. The clamour of her groin became almost unbearable. Nothing else mattered to her now. Anything could happen to her tonight, any pain, any indignity was repaid by the pleasure she got from knowing he wanted her.
From the vault of Erotic Adventures comes this little gem. It is happy to see the light of day again. I hope that you all enjoy it.
Josh hated training courses. The idea of sitting on uncomfortable chairs in small rooms with freezing air conditioning listening to boring presenters who didn’t have the first clue about what it was like to work in a real job in the real world just made him irritated. Even though his boss knew how he felt about training courses he still found himself sitting on an uncomfortable chair in a freezing room waiting for the presenter to turn up. His boss had given him some kind of line about everyone needing to complete a personal development activity for their annual review. In an attempt to warm himself up he got up and helped himself to the coffee sitting in the corner and then checked his watch, 8.30 am. He was surprised that he was the only person who seemed to turn up. “That would be right,” he thought, “I get stuck here in a stupid course and there isn’t even another person to talk to.” He wandered over to the desk and selected a chair just before a woman with flaming red hair walked through the door carrying a thick leather briefcase.
“Hello,” she greeted him before she made her way to the whiteboard at the front of the room.
“Hello,” Josh replied, with his eyes glued to her ass as she bent over to look inside her briefcase. The fabric of her skirt stretched enticingly over her full round butt. “It doesn’t look like there are many turning up this morning,” he continued, unsure of what else to say.
The presenter turned to face Josh. He had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed as she walked towards him. The neckline of her blouse stretched open to display full round breasts that looked like they were about to fall forwards. Stopping in front of him she leaned forward on the desk until Josh could almost see her nipples. “That is OK,” she smiled at him. “I prefer small intimate groups.” As if it was the most natural thing in the world she slipped her butt onto the desk in front of him. “So,” she continued, completely business like. “Today is all about your personal development and pushing your boundaries,” her voice dropped slightly as she leaned forward and touched the side of his face, letting her finger trail down the side of his neck, “Tell me about some of your boundaries Josh.”
Suddenly it seemed as if Josh’s pants were not big enough for his cock, “Uh I don’t know,” he stammered fidgeting in his chair, trying to find a position that put less pressure on his throbbing cock. In front of him the presenters fingers nimbly popped open a couple of buttons on her blouse to reveal a very low cut bra and even more of her impressive cleavage. “What kinds of boundaries were you meaning?”
“Well this course is about personal development,” the woman replied as she continued to unbutton her blouse. Even though Josh had been freezing earlier he suddenly felt hot. “So I was thinking personal type boundaries,” The woman slipped off the desk and stood in front of him, “like taking your clothes off in front of a stranger.” To emphasise her point she shrugged out of her blouse and let it slide to the floor, “Have you ever done that Josh?”
Josh fidgeted, not sure where to look. “No,” He replied quietly unable to take his eyes off her breasts.
“Would you like to?” The woman reached behind her waist and Josh heard the sound of a zipper before her skirt started sliding down over her hips.
“Maybe,” he replied glancing towards the door.
She followed his gaze, “It is OK,” her voice was comforting, “I made sure it was locked so that we wouldn’t be disturbed,” the skirt joined the blouse on the floor. She looked so tempting standing there in front of him in her underwear.
On an impulse Josh stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “What the hell!” he grinned as he shrugged out of his shirt and followed suit with his jeans. He stood before her with his cock straining against his boxers unsure of what was going to happen next but determined to be open to whatever came his way.
Taking a step forward the woman reached out and stroked his cock through his boxers. Josh held his breath, wondering when he was going to wake up. It had been so long since a woman had touched him there that he was sure that this had to be a dream. The woman slipped her hand under the waistband of Josh’s boxers and curled her fingers around his shaft. “So you haven’t answered my question,” she moved her hand slowly up and down and Josh began to wonder if he would be able to contain himself, “Do you have any boundaries?” She moved until she was close enough that Josh could feel her breath on his neck. He shuffled his feet as her hand slid down over his testicles cupping them gently before continuing further back towards his ass crack.
Josh felt his butt cheeks tighten as her fingernails scratched the skin behind his testicles. His cock throbbed in response, taking him completely by surprise. Her fingers slid further back, towards the forbidden zone. The place that he had always maintained was outwards only, except in the deepest darkest corners of his fantasies, ever since he had seen that image. Her finger stroked around his asshole tantalising him. His body betrayed his mind, opening itself up to her caresses even as his mind screamed out to tell her to stop.
For the first time he noticed her eyes, the glittering lust he saw there. “I will stop any time you tell me to Josh,” she whispered. “But until you say stop I am going to keep on exploring,”
“I don’t want you to stop,” Josh was stunned to hear his own voice say those words.
She pulled away from him slightly and reached out for the waist of his boxers. “Maybe we should get rid of some barriers then.” She slipped the garment down over his hips freeing his cock. “Mmmm,” she bent down and tasted him briefly,” Josh moaned sharply, alarmed that he would shoot jizz into her mouth and spoil the moment but she released him. “I do like sausage but I am after more exotic fare today.”
Quietly she moved to stand beside him, running her hands down his naked back to cup his butt before she slipped her finger lower to caress his butt hole. Josh took a deep breath as she smeared some lube and slipped her finger inside him. Sensation exploded through him as she moved her finger gently in and out. His cock was like a rock in front of him and he couldn’t stop himself from gripping his own shaft.
“That’s it,” the woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Relax and enjoy the moment.”
Josh nodded, frowning in concentration as sensations he never imagined possible sizzled through his body. The woman pushed her body against him, rubbing her crotch against his thigh as she finger fucked his ass. Josh’s head was spinning with pleasure.
“Would you like more?” her voice interrupted him.
“Yes please.” He heard himself say.
She removed her finger and there was a pause before he felt the cool pressure of something else opening him more. He pushed back against the implement eagerly, still surprising himself with how much he wanted this. There was a moment of slight discomfort and then the pleasure ripped through him. His hand gripped his cock hard as she fucked his ass spreading him further than he thought would be pleasurable. His whole body tingled and he felt something building. It was like an orgasm but at the same time not. Before he could stop it he exploded, groaning as cum covered his fist. His whole body spasmed in pleasure before he collapsed forward on the desk still twitching with aftershocks. Feeling completely dazed he turned his head towards the woman, She sat on one of the chairs with both of her feet up on the desk. Still recovering Josh watched as she fucked herself with a thick pink dildo. Her fingers moved quickly on her clit as the pink plastic moved in and out of her slippery wet cunt.
Her movements became more frantic as Josh watched until her mouth formed a perfect O and her body arched out of the chair. As she relaxed and slumped into her chair a huge smile spread across her face. “Well done,” she congratulated him as she came back to life. “I think we can definitely say you have pushed a boundary or two today.”
It has been a while since I posted an installment from the story of Carmen and Ryan. But I have been working on it albeit slowly. If you are new to the story you can catch up here
Carmen looked at the screen of her phone. Messages from Josh and her friend Liz flashed up on the screen. Josh was checking in to tell her he was taking Chloe camping for the weekend. There was no mention of other people who might be going with them. Specifically, he didn’t mention Ryan. Why would he? sensible Carmen said in her head. You need to get a grip woman.
Liz wanted to catch up for dinner.
“Sure”, Carmen replied. Dinner with a friend would be nice. Not as nice as a good fucking from a young stud but nice. What the actual? Sensible Carmen scolded her. Carmen was shocked at herself. What was she becoming? Two nights and suddenly she was obsessed. There was a knock at her door.
“The AmpliMed rep is here,” the new receptionist announced.
Carmen frowned, “Did I have an appointment scheduled with him?” she asked no-one in particular. The young girl squirmed uncomfortably,
“I don’t know,” she looked uncertain and worried she had done something wrong.
Carmen was jolted back to reality. Of course, she didn’t know! She didn’t have access to Carmen’s calendar. Quickly she flicked through her screens. Damn! Of course, she had an appointment. “Just tell him I will be out shortly,” she smiled reassuringly at the young girl.
Quickly she gathered her notepad. She had not met this rep before, but they had bought a couple of supplies from his company in the past. Normally Carmen didn’t speak to sales reps. They were usually a waste of time. She could find most of the information she needed to know about their products on the internet. Making this meeting must have been a moment of weakness. She made her way to the reception area and spotted him immediately looking awkward among the patients.
For a few seconds Carmen hung back in the corridor to take him in. Something about the way he held himself spoke straight to her groin. She noted the smoothness of the skin under the open neck of his shirt which hugged his chest in a way that suggested his body underneath would be toned. There were bulges that suggested he spent a lot of time in the gym. Mentally she compared him to Ryan, both about the same age, both fit young men but this one looked more office like. His fitness was from gym sessions rather than hard work. His hands would be soft. She wondered if there would be any scars under his shirt.
With all this in her mind she stepped forward to greet him,
“Good morning, my name is Carmen,”
He smiled radiating confidence with a perfect smile of shiny white teeth, “Hello Carmen I am Corey, It was really good of you to agree to meet with me,”
He took her hand, it was indeed soft, as she had suspected. She noted the strength of his grip and the way his hands seemed shorter and a little stockier than Ryan’s. For a moment she wondered if there was any truth in what she used to giggle about in high school. Was the size of a man’s hands an indication of his cock size? It was certainly true for Ryan. She looked into Corey’s eyes and felt a warm melting sensation in her belly.
She became aware of Jenny watching her from her position behind the reception desk. She knew if she turned around she would be greeted with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Would you like to get a coffee?” she smiled at the rep, “The place next door makes a great Latte.”
He looked a little relieved at being able to escape from a room full of sick people. “Sure, lead the way.” Carmen was rewarded with another flash of the 1000 Watt smile.
Without looking over her shoulder Carmen led the way out the door of the doctor’s surgery. She didn’t trust herself to make eye contact with Jenny right now. As they took their seat at a table in the corner it was all business. They ordered coffees and he began the usual spiel complete with catalogues and brochures of their latest products. Carmen smiled and nodded and asked appropriate questions the whole time studying his body. She was enjoying the way he held himself and the way his hands moved his brochures around the small table. After a few moments she realised that he had asked her a question and was looking at her, waiting for a reply. She had been so lost in her reverie that she had completely missed it.
“I am sorry, what was that?” she felt a flush of colour in her cheeks her heart raced a little.
He smiled disarmingly, “I just wanted to thank you for actually seeing me today. It is so hard these days, most people just want you to drop in a brochure and call if they need something.”
Get a grip will you! Sensible Carmen chided her. You really need to stop thinking with your vagina!”
“It was really no problem. I needed a change of scenery for a bit anyway,” She smiled warmly as she looked into his eyes.
“Well anytime you need an excuse to get out of your office just let me know,” he grinned.
Carmen’s heart skipped a beat. Did he just flirt with her? She held his gaze. A sales rep was not going to intimidate her. “Sure thing!” she kept her voice cheery. “I better get back now though.” She gathered up the brochures that he had given her.
Across the table he stood opposite her. He gave her a business card, “Call me anytime you have a question or a special request,”
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One of my greatest fears is that one day, unexpectedly, I will encounter a play friend in my professional life. Either as a colleague or as a parent. Thankfully it hasn’t happened yet but you never know.
Morning sun pierced the gap in the curtains pouring a slit of bright light over Suzie’s face. With an irritated grunt she tossed herself to the other side of the bed. The sunlight steadfastly shone on the pillow that she had left bare. Time passed. The temperature in the room rose, fed by the warmth of the sun. Suzie flung back covers to reveal her naked body. Her full round breasts moved with her chest in time with her breathing. On the bedside table her alarm buzzed piercing her sleep.
With a groan Suzie rolled over and turned off the alarm and lay with the shaft of sunlight playing over her naked belly. For a few moments she struggled to remember where she was and what day it was. Then she remembered, it was Parent – Teacher interview day. Panic began to flutter at the base of her stomach. She hated this day. Of all the days when teachers are asked to stay back, for meetings, for professional development, for awards nights the worst is parent – teacher interview day. Four hours of sitting in a hall at a tiny desk having awkward conversations with parents. With no time in between to collect your thoughts or even pee.
Suzie considered calling in sick. But she knew that would mean having to re-schedule all those meetings to another time after school. Nope, best to rip the band-aid. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and moved to the window to open the curtains. The sun shone gleefully in illuminating her entire room. As she walked past her wardrobe Suzie caught a glimpse of her ass. The bruises from two nights ago had faded a little. Their bright redness now a sullen purple with yellow tinges around the edge. A smile played around the corners of her mouth as she remembered him. The calm authority about him as he had indicated to her to lay across his lap. The way his cock prodded her belly while his hand tormented her ass. Then later, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth, looking up at him. All the while her ass was burning. But not as much as her cunt.
Still fantasizing Suzie hurried to the shower, knowing she was late, knowing today was not a day to be late, or flustered, or apologetic. Nor was it a day she was going to suck that magnificent cock. She chose her outfit carefully. Her Principal’s voice ringing in her ears, “Professional dress people”. She chose a dress that snug fitting but not tight. It draped across her ample bosom showing only a hint of cleavage. The skirt was straight but allowed her to move and it was long enough that it didn’t ride up too far when she sat down. Before she stepped out the door, she checked her appearance one last time. Perfect.
The day passed in a blur. Students sat before her, some gleeful that they were finishing school early today, some nervous about the upcoming evening. She chatted with some of them about interviews that she knew were booked, calming their nerves, pointing out things they could bring up with their parents. All the things a kind teacher did. And then it was time.
The first few meetings passed without a hitch. Parents sat with their student. Grades were discussed, assignments examined, comments made about behaviour at home versus behaviour at school. Suzie was finding her rhythm. She started to relax a little. So far, so good. No complete fruit-loops and no aggressive parents with an axe to grind. Then she saw him. He was sitting in the waiting area. The same air of calm authority. The same hands, slightly larger than some, clean, manicured. The hands that could deliver a sting to your ass and then seconds later stimulate your cunt in ways she didn’t think was possible. Suzie’s ass twitched in time with her cunt. A trickle of wetness soaked her panties. For a few moments she forgot where she was. The collision between her private and professional life was completely unexpected.
He stood and for the first time she noticed the young person with him. One of her students. In fact, now that she saw them together the resemblance was obvious. The same height, the same colouring the same air of quiet confidence. Beside them a woman tottered on platform heels. Neither father nor son paid her any heed, she looked oddly out of place but in this speed-dating alternative universe nothing was unexpected.
He sat opposite her. Nothing in his face showed that he recognised her. For a moment she doubted herself. Maybe it wasn’t him. Unsettled she shuffled her files before selecting the right one. Across the table he watched calmly. His hands were folded, nothing in his face gave him away. The mother started speaking. She babbled about her son’s cleverness and questioned his latest grade. Suzie forced herself to ignore him and focus on the mother. With a practised smile she brought out examples of work and marking rubrics to explain to the mother that remembering a bunch of facts was not enough. Suzie knew she was wasting her breath, but she was glad of the distraction.
The whole time he sat observing quietly. Suzie wondered if he would say anything. A small, bemused smile played around the corners of his mouth. Suzie felt as if SHE was the one being evaluated. He was measuring how she coped with this situation. Deciding if she was worthy. Every glance at those hands, folded neatly sent another jet of wetness to her panties. Against her seat her ass twitched, remembering the sting of his palm. After what seemed like an hour the bell rang indicating time to move on.
Suzie stood to farewell the family. She extended her hand to him. He took it firmly, looking her straight in the eye. For the first time in the whole interview he spoke,
“Thank you for being the teacher my son needs,” His voice was like silk. Exactly the way she remembered.
“Thank you for trusting our school with him,” she replied struggling to maintain a professional demeanour. She had to remind herself that he was in her world, she was in control, not him.
The mother tottered away with her son trailing behind her. For a split second they were alone in an imaginary bubble. Suzie’s heart soared.
“I have no doubt we will be seeing each other again.”
And then he was gone.
The seats in front of her tiny desk were filled with another family. A weasel of a man with his loud bossy wife and their spoiled brat of a child. The contrast couldn’t have been sharper.
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My first proper job was as a lab assistant in a meat research laboratory. The people working there were firmly entrenched in 1960 – 1970 thinking about a lot of things. For a young scientist just starting out it was surreal. I am glad I was on a contract and I didn’t stay there too long.
2 In your next life what will be your job.
As a young mother who was stupidly trying to be the woman who did it all I watched my husband (yes Mr Jones) sleep all night while I was up dealing with infants and toddlers who needed feeding, nappies changed, temperatures monitored, beds cleaned yada yada. Then when they had to stay home from daycare and school because they were sick I was always the one taking the day off work.
Through those experiences I told myself over and over again that in my next life I was going to be the Dad and have the choice to get up in the morning, worry only about getting myself to work and come home at night to dinner and TV.
3 What is your favorite item in your workspace and why?
On my desk at school I have a small collection of knick knacks that come from various places; An image of St Francis from a previous school, a plushie of a HIV virus and and Ebola virus and a Cat-Dog Pop vinyl that were Christmas gifts from The Unicorn
On my desk at home I have a reminder that was given to me by a friend at a previous school that helps me to stay grounded.
4 What can you not stop thinking about
At the moment most of my energy is focussed on our upcoming sailing voyage. Every conversation ends up there. Every action is divided into “Things to do before we go” and “Stuff to deal with when we get back” Things are starting to get very real now.
5 What are you holding on to that you cannot let go – a person, a show, an item, a career, a book – anything.
I am currently obsessed with “The Last Kingdom”. Mr Jones and I are binge watching it for the second time.
Bonus: Do you have a Twitter Problem
I don’t know what constitutes a Twitter problem. Do I spend all day on it? No. Do I post constantly? No. Do I sometimes get sucked into conversations that will end in an argument with stupid people? Yes. I guess that could be counted as a problem.
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I started writing this for last week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt. But life is a bit on top of me right now. Rebel has kindly let me link it up this week.
There is always that one mother that everyone lusts after. The one who is just a little bit different from the others. In primary school my friend had one of those mums. We were children lust wasn’t part of our landscape. What we did notice was that the other mums looked different from Ben’s mum. Ben’s mum wore her hair out, sitting over her shoulder with one strand falling around her face. The top button of her blouse always seemed undone, and her skirts were shorter than the other mothers.
We didn’t think anything of these things. Other than to think Ben’s mum was pretty. The other mothers always looked at her sideways. She never seemed to be part of the groups of mums standing around their cars in the carpark waiting to pick up their children from school. We were kids, she seemed happy, it didn’t seem to be a problem. Ben and I grew up, we went to the same high school. Ben’s mum didn’t really change. Her dresses were still short, and her hair was still long. In high school no – one stood around the carpark chatting. Cars pulled in, kids got in or out, depending on the time of day, and they drove away. Life went on.
One day we were at Ben’s sitting on the couch with a boy who had just come to our school. We were sixteen, life consisted of school, X-box, eating, part-time jobs and hanging out with our mates. If we weren’t talking about gaming, we were talking about girls. We played League of Legends for a while, but it got boring. So we sat around talking about sex and girls. Goaded by our friends we played hot or not; listing girls at school who we thought were hot and laughing when someone listed as hot a girl we felt differently about. Then our new friend dropped a clanger,
“I think Ben’s mum is hot,”
The room went still. I looked at Ben, he had this weird look on his face. Like he didn’t know where to look or what to say. The other boys with us looked down and shuffled their feet. The new boy, Carl was defensive,
“Well she is.”
Sam broke the silence, “Dude that is not cool. You can’t talk about someone’s mum like that.”
Things were really awkward, and everyone went home as soon as they could. But later that night when I was in bed I thought about Ben’s mum and what Carl had said. Ben’s mum was hot. I knew that, I had known that for a long time. All of us knew that, including Ben. It was a rule between all of us to never talk about it.
In the darkness of my room I reached for my penis. It was firm in my hand. The familiar feeling of my penis in my hand, my hand moving the way I knew would pleasure me was reassuring. Even my fantasy was familiar.
Ben’s mum opened the door for me. She smiled that beautiful smile.
“Hello Josh,” she stepped back so I could come inside. “Ben is not here but I can get you a coke.” I follow her down the hallway watching her ass move under the thin fabric of her dress. In the kitchen she bends down to get a drink out of the fridge. The hem of her dress lifts until I get a glimpse of the pink panties she is wearing. I sit on the stool near the bench and she leans forward to pour me a drink. I can see that the bra she is wearing matches her panties. She smiles at me,
“Call me Katie,” She pours a drink for herself and sits next to me. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, she puts her hand on my thigh. I look at her, she smiles and slides her hand upwards,
“You are the cutest one of Ben’s friends,” she leans forward and our lips meet.
In my bed my hand is shuffling up and down under the blanket. I feel the familiar pressure building. My breathing is heavy punctuated by small grunts.
Katie takes me to her room, and I watch as she slips out of her dress, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Her breasts are amazing. She pulls me towards her, and my hands reach up and cup her breasts. She looks down at my pants and smiles at me. Before I can say anything, she unzips them and pulls out my penis. Her hand is warm as it strokes me.
I cannot hold back. Jizz spurts out of me and covers my hand. I lie there thinking about Ben’s mum for a few moments longer before I reach for a tissue to wipe my hand. Sleepiness is taking over and I drift off.
The next day I knock on Ben’s door. His mum answers,
“Hello Josh,” she smiles that smile. I feel the familiar twinge in my pants. “Ben has just gone to the shop to get some milk, he won’t be long. Did you want to come in and wait for him?”
“Sure Mrs Adams,” I look down. It feels weird being alone with Ben’s mum.
She leads the way to the family room. Her ass moves under her dress, the way it does in my fantasy. The twinge in my pants is a little stronger. I am desperate to find somewhere to sit, so I can hide my erection. She walks into the kitchen, of course she hasn’t noticed anything. I sit at the bench. The counter hides the bulge in my pants.
“Would you like a coke?” she asks.
“No thanks Mrs Adams.” I reply. I couldn’t stand to watch her bend into the fridge. It would be too weird.
She smiles a big smile at me, it doesn’t help. “You are so much more grown up these days Josh, you should call me Katie.”
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