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Keywords: M/F, rom. oral, anal, office games, teasing, MMMMM/F, nc. humil. exhib.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Susie Sexretary

Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.




Susie Sexretary- (Susie.txt)- Everything was like a dream come true
for Susie. She had caught the eye of her rich and powerful boss and had
wedding bells in her ears. The silly goose thought he was serious. M/F,
rom. oral, anal, office games, teasing, MMMMM/F, nc. humil. exhib.


Susie Sexretary
by Older N. Wiser

Old Miss Sour Apple could scowl all she wanted. Mr. Barrett had
requested her personally and there was nothing that dried up old maid
could do about it. Screw you and your ancient dress code, Susie thought.
She wasn't even at her best today. The blue party dress with six
petticoats was cute, but it had a very limited sex appeal. The square
neckline displayed enough of her cleavage but the flouncy skirt was only
cute and gave her little opportunity to be sexy.
She had misgauged Mr. Barrett's directness. While the petticoats
established a wide perimeter around her, they also called for ankle socks
and long, bare legs. The perimeter was no bar to Arnold Barrett, rake and
ravisher of the prime, and the bare legs seemed quite an attraction.
He had his hand to the top of them in the first minute she stood by
his desk for instructions. He couldn't see that the panties he was
fondling were blue to match the dress, but he could feel their satin as he
rubbed them over the satin of her skin.
"I hate pantyhose," he said. "Invention of some twisted bondage
pervert. Damn claustrophobic, seems to me."
"Does that mean you don't want me to wear them?" Susie was confused
by his remarks.
"Do as you want, what's it to me?" he said, just as mysteriously,
"I'll never have you in here again, but you wear what you want."
He was a strange bird. He couldn't say anything straight out. If the
first thing he did hadn't been sliding his hand up to her ass, Susie
would have thought he was just a queer old bird. But the hand was saying
its piece loud and clear.
"You want to look in my bottom drawer or are you comfortable with
just bending over so I can look down your top?" he asked next.
He was perplexing. But that was the clearest thing he had said to
her. She bent over. He looked down her top. She was wearing a half-bra
(blue) and he could see most of her breasts.
She imagined it would go like this at some point, but she thought it
would take him a few minutes more at least. And she didn't expect him to
be so matter-of-fact in his advances. She wondered if she'd have to open
his pants or if he would do that himself.
"I like this in a secretary," he said, "You stay just as receptive
to suggestions as you are now and we'll get along fine."
"Is there something else you'd like me to do now?" she asked slyly.
"Well, of course, I don't consider showing off your tits as a full
days work," he said abruptly. "I dictate letters, you know- need them
typed up or whatever you do. I issue the odd memo from time to time. We
will work, that's what a secretary does. How did you get this far in the
world without finding that out?"
"Then do you want me to sit down and take a letter?" she asked,
completely lost.
"No letters at the moment, young lady, by the way, what is your
name?" he asked.
"Susie, Mr. Barrett," she said with a bob of her head.
"No letters at the moment, Susie, perhaps you could take off those
panties and show me your bottom," he went on.
She was ready to suck his withered old dick. It seemed like showing
him her butt was a lateral move. She felt like it was some kind of test
to see if she took off her underwear the way he liked.
She turned around and bent from the waist and then pulled her
panties out from under her haze of petticoats. Once she had them halfway
down her thighs she dropped them and they settled around her shoes.
She gave him a decent interval to lift them himself and then reached back
to raise her petticoats so he could see her butt.
"I don't mean to be demeaning, honey, but we'd go through this
sooner or later and I like to get it out of the way," he explained, "By
the way, you do have a nice ass."
"Thank you Mr. Barrett," Susie replied automatically.
"Now sit down and let's talk about your career," he said.
Susie was really smart in her own way. She had it figured out now.
She backed up with her skirt still high and plopped down on Mr. Barrett's
lap. She leaned back against him.
"Well, one always likes a friendly employee," he said.
He wasn't groping her or anything. Susie was afraid she had made a
mistake. He was the same odd bird through the first week. Then she got
used to his manner. She also got used to the taste of his semen.
On the one hand it was her suggestion, but his droning, boring
letters drove her to it. There was a lull as he was staring at the desk,
looking for a correspondence that needed a response. She saw her chance.
"You look so tense, wouldn't you like me to help you relax?" she
offered.
He had no better plan to offer. He shrugged his shoulders.
She went behind his chair and rubbed his neck. Neck became
shoulders and she wasted little time before running her hand down his
front into his crotch.
"I think I know something that will drain all the tension out of
you," she said softly, her mouth pulled close to his ear by her position.
"You think?" he said and let her play.
He was purely calm as she massaged his crotch. Susie slipped around
the arm of his chair and rolled it back as she stroked the bulge in his
briefs. She made room to kneel between his knees and then knelt there.
"Were you thinking of giving me a blow-job, Susie?" he asked.
She looked up, smiled and nodded her head.
"Then I'm sure we'll be more comfortable over on the couch," he said
and added, "And I know you'll feel freer without those constricting
clothes in the way."
It was kind of deflating to have him steal her thunder when she
thought she was being spontaneous and fresh, but there was no way to say
no now. She took off her dress and bra and he seemed satisfied with her
in her panties, shoes and socks. He neatly folded his own trousers and
put them on his desk and sat on the office couch with the target area
ready for her ministrations.
She never did decipher this bit of behavior. It was easy to assume
he was more at ease on the couch. People have all sorts of kinks when it
comes to sex and maybe he only liked to do sexual things with naked women
and sitting on couches.
She never, through their entire relations, was told about the color,
high-speed taping system aimed at that corner of the office. She joined in
many games in range of its lens, but she never saw the tapes or knew they
existed.
Her first appearance (Barrett had used his personal cam-corder to
tape her introductory exposure) on the high-quality, suitable for video
capture stills tape came as she slithered into the camera's view and went
straight for Barrett's cock.
There were no conflicting agendas clouding Susie's mind. She was
about to show him how valuable an employee she was. She would still be his
girl, but she wanted to be his special girl. She was going to give a
little service that he wouldn't get from the other secretaries in the
pool. It might not be real power, but it was incentive.
Barrett waited, face above camera range, as she crawled up and
sucked his cock into her mouth. She was a cute little thing and had the
openness to be a special prize, he thought as she sucked his choad.
Susie was trying to think of the right thing to say when she made
his cock hard. She tried to assemble just the right stream of words as
her tongue worried his cock in her mouth. She stretched it out like a
worm and sucked it all back into her mouth.
Soon it was too big for all of it to fit. She could move her mouth
on the stiffening shaft then and spend time circling her tongue over the
head of his cock. He would be ready for the little speech and the big
finish shortly.
She had settled on an outcome-oriented line rather than
complimenting the taste or size of his cock. That might sound insincere.
"I don't think we ought to stain the furniture, so you better cum
in my mouth," she told Mr. Barrett.
She took the head and perhaps an inch beyond into her mouth and
gripped the base with her hand. It didn't have to be the best blow-job
he ever had. The best blow-job right now would be a quick, efficient
blow-job that would make him shoot mightily, but quickly. She'd take
care of the memorable part as he was squirting his juice in her mouth.
They all liked tight. She made her mouth as tight a squeeze as he'd
ever had and moved up and down. She gripped his shaft and turned her hand
back and forth as she bobbed. His cock went hard in between her tongue
and palate and she sucked as she pulled back. She went faster and faster
as Mr. Barrett began to shift on the couch and groan.
She gave him a moment of respite, taking her mouth off his cock and
jacking him furiously to bring him to the edge. She darted her tongue at
the head of his cock when it was exposed in her hand to make him need her.
Then she used her mouth alone, except for her finger and thumb
circling the base of his cock, to suck him off. She went as deep as she
dared to start again and sucked him until she felt his cock swell in her
mouth. Then the strokes got shorter and quicker as she urged his cum to
leap out into her mouth.
She dared the very limit she could go down on him as his cock
jerked and spat its hot juice into her mouth. She maintained her sucking
the best she could as she struggled not to gag as his cum hit the back of
her throat. But most of all she kept him as deep as she could hold him
and moved her tongue on the underside of his spewing cock.
She sucked for the remnants when the spurting stopped, pulling off
him in a long stroke and and dropping back down as if she would start the
process all over again. She played with his balls and Mr. Barrett jerked
as if she had plugged him into the wall socket.
"I think once is enough," he interrupted her single-minded attack
on his cock by grabbing her hair and lifting her head. "We can play some
other games if you want to."
"Whatever you want, boss," Susie said brightly.
"Then let's play 'Susie sit on my hard-on'," he said and drew her
up where he could yank her panties down.
He turned her around and pulled her onto his lap with his cock
resting in the crevice of her butt cheeks.
"Now if I keep my hard-on, you can play with it," he told her.
Susie was sure this had something to do with a lap-dance. She tried
to squeeze her cheeks together as she moved up and relax them as she
sat down hard with her cheeks around his cock. She wasn't sure why she
wanted to keep him hard. She had no great desire to fuck her boss, but it
seemed like a challenge she couldn't turn down.
It was also a challenge she couldn't win. She did keep him almost
hard and hopeful for a time, but his natural reaction was much stronger
then the limited tools she was allowed to use to reverse it.
"There, there, my dear, it was most enjoyable while you were
trying," he soothed her as he lifted up on her waist to induce her to
get off him. "A nice, reasonable girl like you is a treasure."
She actually forgot her panties the first time. Well, it's a longer
story than that, but certainly it was not her intention to come to the
office without her underwear. Mr. Barrett liked it so much that he spent
most of the time they usually devoted to 'relaxing' him playing peek-a-
boo with her naked bottom and crotch.
It became part of her uniform for work. Susie would slip into the
rest room first thing and slip her underwear into her purse and work
uncovered until it was time to go home.
Susie was having her doubts where all this could be headed when
Mr. Barrett asked her out the first time.
"Not a good move, not a good move at all, but I am becoming
fascinated with you, Susie," Mr. Barrett told her in his confusing way,
"I wonder if your sensibilities would be offened by a dinner invitation
from your boss?"
"Are you asking me out?" Susie asked to be clear on this.
"First I'm asking you if the idea disgusts you, then, depending of
course on your answer, I will issue the invitation," he said.
"No, it doesn't offend me, and yes, I'll accept an invitation,"
Susie said.
Free food was free food and Susie imagined it would be at least
good food. The old goat would probably expect something for his kindness,
but so would any other guy that bought her dinner. And Mr. Barrett could
do her more good than any of them.
"Then are you free tonight?" Mr. Barrett asked.
Fascinated was an exact term for Barrett. Other than his admittedly
crude introduction of himself, Barrett had been the passive one as Susie
had introduced the daily blow-job and the naked bottom to their daily
schedule. Barrett thought of her as the wild child and wished to see what
she was like beyond the confines of an office's decorum.
Good did not begin to cover the food in the 'steak house' Mr.
Barrett chose. And since the menu didn't list trivia like prices, Susie
had no idea what he was spending on her. Her biggest guess was low by
a half. And then there was the wine.
Two bottles of wine and congnac after dessert had Susie in warm
fog as they left the restaurant. She settled into the seat of the cab
actually excited about the prospect of showing Mr. Barrett her gratitude.
She certainly was in the mood and Mr. Barrett should do nicely to give
her what she craved.
"Do you wish to be taken home, or should we stop around by my
place?" Mr. Barrett asked before he instructed the driver.
Wanting him had nothing to do with being able to think. She wasn't
being that general in her fantasies. All that occurred to her was that her
apartment was small and unkempt and she didn't want him seeing that.
His 'place' was a suite in a hotel and it was spotless. Susie was
thinking that this whole night was going very nicely. It was even going
to be pleasant paying for her dinner on her back. In all that made it the
best kind of date.
Mr. Barrett excused himself briefly, to 'freshen up' she supposed.
In fact, he was checking the cameras of a system like his in the office.
He was pleased that she had opted to come into his lair. Now he could
record what he imagined to be a night of wild debauchery for posterity.
"So then, my dear, how do other men go about getting into those
non-existant panties of yours?" he asked. "Should I flatter you or simply
sweep you off your feet with the force of my virility?"
"I like the virility thing," Susie answered, "I think this wine has
made me horny, because I've been waiting for you to fuck me since we got
into the cab."
Just as he imagined, Barrett thought. She was a sexual Titan, ready
to be used and eager for the contact. He wondered what twisted tastes
churned in that strange little mind.
He went over, wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. There was one
way to find out what adventures awaited him. He picked her up and lugged
her to the bed.
Mr. Barrett naked didn't dampen Susie's enthusiasm. She thought it
a bit odd that he stripped to the skin before he joined her on the bed,
but she was generally impressed that he wasn't as gross as she would have
guessed. He was a bit paunchy and soft but she could still mostly see the
shape of a man in him.
While they cooperated in taking off her clothes it no longer
mattered. He was hands and lips and warm body then and that was just what
Susie wanted. She threw her bra across the room and took advantage of
her higher position to roll him on his back. She was going to make him
want her enough that he would do her some good.
She only paused at his mouth and his nipples on her way to his
groin. She was going to ignore his bulging belly as well as she could.
Her work was half done when she reached his cock. It was everything but
standing up straight when she reached it.
She had learned that he liked to be teased when they had a lot of
time to play. He responded strongly to light touches of her tongue and
she could keep him hard and ready without hurrying him to climax. They
had all night to play. She nudged his cock around with her tongue and
then let it rest across her face as she dove down to lick his balls.
His cock didn't rest long. It raised off her face and stood proud
as she ran her tongue over him. She took some time licking him from his
balls to the head of his cock. Part of it was that he was her boss and
she wanted to be without peer in his mind, but part of it was her personal
desire to be a great date.
This man had bought her expensive food and filled her with expensive
wine. She wanted to show him, and vicariously all her cheap boyfriends,
that she was particularly appreciative of good treatment. She was going
to try to fuck Mr. Barrett to death.
All he had to do was get her drunk and turn her loose, Barrett
mused. She was camped between his legs worshipping his erect phallus. He
could sense he was in for a wild night. This one more than enjoyed her
work. She was eager and not because she was scheming to get ahead.
"Do you want me on top?" Susie asked finally.
"Decisions, decisions, I'm tired of making decisions," Mr. Barrett
told her, "You take over tonight and I'll put it in wherever you put it."
He was going to make her responsible for giving him a good time. It
was nice in a way, but it also meant Susie would have to think what
would make him happy all on her own.
It was easiest to start by climbing over him and settling down on
his hard cock. It felt good to have something finally filling the void
between her legs. He was a nice size inside her- just right. She sat
down on him to take it all and tried to rub herself on his pubis.
She was hot for him. She had no trouble slipping him inside her and
Mr. Barrett found she was pleasantly snug and happily warm inside. She had
a good cunt for fucking, he assessed as his cock got inside her for the
first time.
This wasn't the real wild thing, however, he thought as she rode
up and down on his cock. This was basic sex. It was nice, you know, but
Barrett wanted smarmy, he wanted dirty. He let her bounce up and down on
his cock until she seemed to be having a good time.
"Now let's play Nazi soldier and peasant girl," he suggested.
"How do you play that?" Susie asked.
He pushed her off him as he sat up and then gathered a wrist in
each of his fists as he climbed over her. He pinned her arms up to the
sides of her head with his grip and entered her with a hard thrust.
"Just like this," he said, "You struggle and the nasty storm trooper
rapes your pretty little body."
Mr. Barrett was full of surprises. It was an old man fantasy,
particularly starring Nazis, but he was surprizingly energetic as he
played it out. He was thrusting a little bit too hard as he stabbed his
cock into her. She needed to wiggle to deflect the force of those thrusts.
The grip on her wrists gave her something to pull against as she
jerked her hips under him. The oddness retreated in Susie's mind and she
got into the steady plunges of his cock deep into her cunt. It was
different than the rabbit fucks she usually got. She began to slip into
the rape fantasy with Barrett.
"Please, Mr. Nazi, don't," she played along as he fucked her.
"Oh yes I will, yes I will!" Barrett menaced her as he gave his
thrusts a little grind on the end to emphasize his mastery of her.
Susie didn't so much struggle as help as she moved beneath him.
Then she wrapped her legs over Barrett's and began to control him. To be
sure, it was a control that he welcomed as she moved strongly against him
as he plunged into her.
This was more like it. Even if she did seem to be helping, he was
getting all the vibe he needed from the hard collisions of their sexes.
This was wilder than average. He did feel like he was ravaging the girl
under him. It made him feel like the boss in all respects.
It was getting too good. Barrett was going to conserve and try and
last late into the night. He came down heavy on Susie and pulled her
wrists from beside her head to higher over her head.
"Ve haf other games to play vith you, liebchen," he growled at her
in a very bad German accent.
Susie thought he had cum. It was clear he was done and she relaxed
her grip with her legs. It had been pretty good. It was better than she
had given the old guy credit for. She was confused when he lifted up and
pulled her along with him.
"Sprawl on your belly and spread your legs," he instructed.
He had propelled her half-way there and she settled onto the bed
with a lot of questions in her mind. If he had cum, what was he going to
do? In general, she felt like she was about to be fucked in the ass in
this position. Was he going to try and penetrate her ass with his limp
cock? Or was there some weird thing she didn't know about?
Barrett had a way of keeping up his ardor while cooling down that
she had never experienced. It wasn't that weird. He lay over her back
and let his cock slide up and down her wet crack. He let his cock pop into
her for a few short strokes and then he'd pull back.
His cock rubbed over her cunt or between the cheeks of her ass
between his short ventures inside her warmth. It was a real good feeling
for Susie. His cock stroked her better than a finger and the unpredictable
thrusts inside made her moan. He was keeping her even warmer than he was
keeping himself.
"Is that making you think of something?" Barrett asked the groaning
woman, hoping for the wildness he though she had.
"It's making me think you have to finish it," Susie gasped.
"How should I do that?" Barrett asked.
"Harder! Faster!" Susie suggested.
Barrett kept his cock between the lips of her cunt and responded as
she had asked. He liked the sounds she made as his cock sawed against
her cunt, but he had been hoping for a more exciting suggestion.
It was exciting enough for Susie. The increase in speed was just
what she needed. Again she humped up against his thrusts and this time
brought her clit within range of his cock. That was all the extra Susie
needed to gasp and shiver into an orgasm.
It was beginning to become disturbing. Susie was looking forward to
slumping limp after she came, but Barrett's cock was still hard pressing
against her. Did this old guy stay hard all night?
The anal possibilities of the position were not lost on Barrett. He
lay over Susie's back knowing he only had to lift a little to drill his
cock into his secretary's asshole. But that would have been a quick end
and he wanted to last long into the night.
She had been hardly wild up to this point, but very receptive.
Barrett tried to think what he was hoping a wild woman would do so he
could suggest it to Susie. Fucking all over on the furniture was the
first picture that came into his mind, but he saw the energy he would
be required to expend dancing everywhere and discarded that idea. Fucking
several people at once flashed, but he was alone and not in the mood to
invite others, either.
His vapor lock in trying to define what a 'wild woman' would do was
having a bad effect on his hard-on. He didn't want to hurry, but he
didn't want to lose his hard-on either. He raised up off Susie and knelt
behind her.
"Get up on your knees," he croaked.
Now Susie knew what she was getting. He was going to jam it up her
butt-hole now, for sure. She got to her knees and tried to push her ass
back to spread her cheeks and make the access as open as possible.
She was shocked when he slid up from underneath her overhanging
ass and slid deep into her pussy. The old man was just going to bang her
some more.
That had not been Barrett's intention when he put his cock in her
from behind. He needed something to restore the edge to his erection. She
was so effective in restoring the edge that he found himself 'banging' her
some more like she had predicted. It was too good of a pussy to waste with
his silly ideas of lasting.
They had started fucking over an hour before, after all. He didn't
have to store up for the winter. And he knew it would feel so good to
shoot off in this tight little body kneeling in front of him.
Those arguments from his cock convinced Barrett to go at Susie
like he meant it. Again he was just a bit too much for Susie and she had
to shift to direct him to places where his cock did not bang so hard into
the back wall of her cunt. The dirty old fucker was making her take it
and making her like it. Ramming her full was better than teasing the
portal. Susie banged her ass back to him in sheer lust.
She fucks wild, Barrett thought as they slammed together. I'll set
up the scene and this little girl can provide the wild fuck as the
centerpiece. Who cares about wild scenes? This is great.
His twice-denied prick nearly fell off when he blasted her full of
his jizm. All the rawness of his semen's third trip up his cock was
compounded by Susie's ass threatening to pull his cock off at the roots as
she kept fucking back while he shot out his load inside her.
Susie only felt hardness up inside her as she worked herself off
yet again on the cock pushed deep in her twat. After so many times of
being left hanging with others, she was glad that he was still hard inside
her so she could force herself over the pinnacle again.
Now she could rest. Susie flopped flat out on the bed exhausted.
Barrett had a brief thought of how that would play on the tapes. It
would make him look good if he could fuck them into a coma.
Much more energetic, Barrett got up and took a quick shower to wash
off. Susie was still sprawled on her face on the bed when he came back.
She made a nice picture spread-eagled on the bed.
He had been a bit disappointed by her lack of leadership in bed, but
not by her responsiveness. He decided that, yes, he did want to fuck her
again. He always started with the intention of going all night long, but
that drive seemed to fade after he got his rocks off the first time. He
was never quite as horny after he had fucked them once.
She should be recovering from the effect of the wine and it was
possible that she wouldn't want to fuck him again. Barrett assumed the
sale and moved over to convince Susie that she wanted to go some more.
It seemed she had no longer than a snooze alarm's rest. Barrett
was lifting her head up by the hair and rubbing his cock on her face.
She had no opinion about that. Her mind didn't want to leave the refuge
of near sleep. Sucking his cock had become a habit and she could do that
automatically without leaving the haven of drowsyness.
She was still drunk, Barrett noted as everything went in slow
motion. Her tongue was clumsy licking his cock. It took her three tries
to suck his cock into her mouth. He guessed he'd have to fuck her a third
time to see how she liked it sober.
Susie roused from her stupor enough to dislike his grip on her hair.
As she came back from her sleep, she lifted her head up on her own to
relieve the pressure on her scalp. She also became sharper as she sucked
on his growing cock.
"You know, my dear, you are a lucky girl," Barrett told her, "Not
many people from the company get to stay in these rooms. I'm not sure
anyone else below the rank of vice-president even knows they exist."
His snobism was wasted on Susie because she was wasted. Sober, even
her less-than-steel-trap mind would have laughed at his assertion. Big
deal, the boss wanted to get laid. Big priviledge to get fucked in the
firm's private bedroom.
As she was, Susie only noted that he sounded happy and kept sucking
his cock. That was enough to keep her occupied. There were lots of things
about sucking a cock she didn't usually notice. Barrett's cock wasn't
particularly large, but she had to really open wide to get it in her
mouth. And the head part felt real velvety, like she imagined mousefur
would as it rubbed against her palate.
Susie was slobbering a lot more than usual as she sucked his dick.
She was also taking her time and neither of those things distressed
Barrett. It gave him all sorts of thoughts about cock-hungry, eager sluts.
He would use her like a disposable piece of meat for his own amusement.
His cock rose quickly as that fantasy formed in his mind.
"Now roll over, hold your cunt open and beg for it," he ordered
Susie.
It was an order, but it wasn't a mean order. It sounded like he was
playing. Susie figured it was like 'Nazi and peasant'. She might have fun
playing the floozy.
Susie flipped over rather than rolled and settled his her cunt under
his cock. She pulled her knees back and reached under her bottom to pull
her cunt open with her fingers.
"Give it to me!" she ordered him right back, "Stick that whole thing
in me and fuck me like a man! Come on, ream me out good!"
It wasn't the scene he had dreamed, but it was hot. Demanding was
good too. Barrett's cock jumped a little at her order to fuck her.
She maintained the attitude as he stuck his cock into her. She
urged him on as she held herself open for his thrusts. It was a twisted
adult version of the airplane and the hangar as he fed her the salami.
Yes, this was the kind of wild he imagined, Barrett admitted to
himself. It might not be his taste, but that was part of it. It was a
game he wouldn't have come up with. And it was hot. He felt 18 again
as he porked this cunt on the bed. Her demands made him feel like the
best fucker in the world.
Susie's orders dropped off as his cock brought on the ragged
breathing of her growing excitement. She was becoming very easy in the
hands of Mr. Barrett. He was taking good care of her and the freedom of
the steamy things he was encouraging her to do was adding to her arousal.
It felt different to be fucked while holding her outer lips out of
the way. Not only did she feel so open, she was thrilled by the thrusts
that made her touch herself in a new way.
Those were the little things. The big thing was that she was
really enjoying this night of sex. Mr Barrett was not timid in his
intentions or his implementation of them. From the time she decided to
make the best of fucking him, Mr. Barrett had been a skilled and
inventive lover.
His cock felt so good that she wasn't even thinking about him being
her boss. She was cumming again as his cock fucked into her. She hadn't
had this much pleasure from a man in ages.
She was a horny bitch. Apart from anything else, she made Barrett
feel like a stud with her easy orgasms. If she had been faking to gain
his favor it would have been one thing, but he could feel her genuine
reactions in her cunt as he plowed his cock into her.
Now she should have to do something wild, Barrett thought. He had
been good to her, several times, and she owed him. He also knew, or at
least sensed, that he would have to come up with the 'wild' thing since
Susie seemed surprisingly untutored in such thngs.
"At least you should be doing the work," he said, suddenly breaking
from thought into speech.
Susie didn't have clue what he meant, but she was used to that with
Mr. Barrett. She waited faithfully for him to explain. She was in the
mood to do about anything.
"Up, up, up, I get to lie down there now," he said, pushing on her legs.
"Now up you go," he instructed when he had taken his place.
For all his idiosyncratic speech and nebulous meanings, Mr. Barrett
could make things clear in bed. He guided her on top of him and she knew
he wanted her to mount him facing his feet. It wasn't her favorite because
it took a lot of work, but Mr. Barrett wasn't making a suggestion.
Any way, she felt he deserved it for being so good for her so far.
His hands let her know he wasn't interested in having her lean backwards
over him in a squat so he could thrust up into her. She was to lean the
other direction. He wanted her kneeling over his cock and doing the work
herself.
She did have a nice ass. Barrett enjoyed the sight of it bouncing
up and down on his cock. She was a determined little girl and he enjoyed
the way she jammed herself down onto his cock as well. It wasn't the
wildness he fantasized, but he had determined that Susie was more willing
than learned in her sexual habits.
It was the time for reflection. Barrett was enjoying the way she
ground his cock inside her hot little twat, but it was going to take a
lot of that to get him off. She was going to have to work a lot harder to
make him cum. He wasn't about to tell her. He liked her dancing on his
cock that way.
Susie was feeling the same way. His cock was good, but not quite
enough. But she didn't want to wait forever. It felt too much like working
out to raise and lower herself on his cock.
At first she leaned forward to ease straining thigh muscles. Then
the new angle of his cock gave her the idea to lean farther forward with
her hands on his knees. Now her butt was on its own. She didn't have to
lift her whole body to slam her ass down on his cock.
She let herself down even more to find the magic angle and then
slapped her cunt on him vigorously. That was so good she forgot the
exertion and she fucked him on automatic.
She was a quick fucking learner, Barrett thought. He put his hands
down to help her move in the right rhythm and enjoyed her slapping her
cunt down onto his cock. For once he had found a woman that moved fast
enough when she was on top.
He had a flash of being taken as she rammed her rear down to impale
herself on his cock. This must be very much like what a woman felt as
a man forced her to cum with his insistent thrusts. He liked letting her
force him to climax. It was a relief not to be responsible.
Then it was nerve-wracking to be at her mercy. He had a silly fear
that she would stop and leave him hanging while his cum was still pumping
out inside her. The tension didn't diminish his climax, however.
Susie couldn't stop. She was in the middle of her own climax and
obsessively moving on him in the throes of her passion.
Barrett wanted one more ride on his secretarymobile. If she had not
been an historic episode in the annals of his sex life, she had been
a fully satisfying fuck. He wanted her again, but first he needed a
little rest.
The 'little rest' ended when Susie snapped awake at 6:30 sharp as
if she was hearing her alarm ring back in her apartment. It was time to
get ready for work.
Taking away the tit he was holding woke Barrett. He knew what had
happened. He considered letting her come in late in exchange for a
quick fuck, but that made no fiscal sense at all. They'd be lucky to get
in on time if they hurried as it was.
He had plenty of clothes in the suite, but Susie was distressed with
the prospect of wearing the same thing two days in a row. He thought it
over as he took his shower. The idea came to him as he was washing his
genitals. He called Susie into the bathroom.
"Take a quick shower and I think I have a solution for you," he
told her.
He dressed while she showered, wandering in to check his tie as she
was drying off. He'd see if she was a wild woman or not.
"I think we'll have time to drop by your place and let you put on
some new clothes," he dangled like bait, and then told her fun part, "But
I don't think we'll have time for you to change."
She was appropriately puzzled by this proposal. As usual, she waited
for him to clarify. When he didn't, she had to ask.
"I don't understand," she said, "It doesn't take long to change."
It was his grin that did it. The idea was scandalous and Susie
wouldn't have agreed if she was thinking. But she was looking at his grin
and feeling good about herself for his feeling so good.
"It takes twice as long, but if you don't have to take anything off,
I think we'll have just enough time," Barrett grinned.
It wasn't solely an impulse that made Susie agree. She thought about
Mr. Barrett and his position. She decided that it couldn't be as
outrageous as it sounded or he wouldn't do it. She decided it was some in
joke at this hotel and it wouldn't really be strange.
That fantasy lasted down to the lobby since there was no one in the
hall or elevator to react to the woman wearing nothing but high-heeled
sandals. Then the doors opened and Susie could see the street out front.
There was no boy's club that could shield her from the daylight of a
city street. She gulped when she realized what she had agreed to.
At least Mr. Barrett gave her his arm as they stepped boldly into
the lobby. The amazed double-take of the desk clerk was one thing, but
when the open mouth closed into a leer, Susie felt like a whore. She tried
to pull Mr. Barrett into a trot, but he maintained his dignified shuffle
and made her walk slowly, naked and exposed, across a lobby that seemed
miles long.
The doorman had had ample opportunity to memeorize her body by the
time they reached the door. Mercifully he didn't make eye contact with
her, saving his lecherous chuckle for Mr. Barrett and the bill her boss
pressed into the man's palm.
He had earned his tip. The cab was waiting with it's door open for
them and Susie looked neither left nor right as they crossed the sidewalk
and she clambered in. The driver looked once and didn't seem to be
impressed by having a naked woman in his cab.
"You want to go in to work that way?" Barrett asked as they stopped
in front of her apartment.
She hadn't thought about this end of the journey at all. There would
be all sorts of people in the halls at this hour, people she knew. How
could she scamper into her apartment naked and what would she say to
explain it?
Again the gallant Mr. Barrett offered to accompany her and Susie
grasped at whatever cover his portly body could afford her. Squeezed
next to him and holding her purse over her crotch, Susie was able to
control her panic. She tried to believe she wasn't as naked that way.
Mrs. Billet destroyed that belief when her head popped out of her
door. Susie was naked and everyone who caught a glimpse of her would know
that, no matter what they did or didn't see. The sight fortunately struck
the landlady speechless and they were able to get by and up the stair
before she recovered.
But she was seen. And there was no way of explaining it. Susie
didn't like the feeling in her stomach as she thought of the tales that
would circulate now.
Mr. Tabor, the delivery man, was better and worse at the same time.
"Well, hello, how you...." his friendly greeting trailed off as
he got a look at the exposed flesh of his 'favorite tennant'.
He too was left open-mouthed as they hurried past. It was better
because Susie knew he would enjoy his peek at her nakedness. It was
worse because of the way he would think about her now that he'd had his
peek.
Then they were inside the sanctum behind her door. Mr. Barrett
couldn't have been more pleased. There was more to his happiness than
just his grin. Watching Susie squirm as they made the naked trek from
the hotel to her apartment had been very exciting.
"You know, I think we'll have time enough for you to relax me,"
he said as he opened his pants and let out his swelling erection.
"Could we, you know, relax together?" Susie asked, "I'm really
flustered and all, but I'm real horny too."
It seemed like the only thing her danger reaction did beyond making
her open her eyes like saucers was to pump lubricant to her pussy. All
the time she was trembling with uncertainty, her pussy was gushing. It
went double-time when she was spotted by Mrs. Billet and Mr. Tabor.
Finally safe enough to think beyond her nudity, Susie saw Mr.
Barrett pull out his cock and her thoughts turned sexual. She'd blow him.
She didn't mind blowing him. But the floor would be hard on her knees.
That hesitation in jumping to his command was the crack her self-
assessment needed to slip through to be heard. That thing would feel a
lot better up your hot snatch, her body told her.
"Where?" Barrett's voice cracked a little.
"My bedroom's in here," Susie hissed back as she led the way.
"The dresser," he said and let his pants fall around his ankles.
It was an old dresser with a row of small jewelry drawers along the
top and large drawers below. It once had a mirror, but that was lost
before the dresser came to Susie. It's best feature at the moment was
its broad top.
She knew what he wanted. She backed up to the dresser and hopped
up on its top. This was perfect for her too. She wanted hard cock and
figured that was what he'd give her while he was living out this kinky
bit. She gripped the edge of the dresser and leaned back against the wall.
Then she held on tight and lifted and opened her legs for him.
She was as wild as the things he could think for her to do, Barrett
realized as he looked at her legs spread like angel wings to enfold him.
She had chanced being seen and was seen by two people as she made her
naked cab ride at his suggestion and now she was spread and glistening
for him to fuck her. What could be wilder than that?
He put aside his marvel and moved up against Susie. The thing he
had noticed about the dresser was that it was the right height. He
proved the accuracy of his eye as he slid all the way into Susie's
welcoming cunt. He would be able to fuck her without bending his knees or
going up on his toes unless he wanted to.
"Oh Mr. Barrett, I was so scared all the way over here and it was
all down there," Susie sighed as he slid into her, "If feels so good to
have your hard cock inside me."
It certainly did. On that point Barrett was in complete agreement
with Susie. With his cock in her for balance, Susie let go of the dresser
and reached out to pull his shirt up out of the way. She rolled the shirt
under and held it lightly as Barrett started pumping into her.
"You're a very horny girl," Barrett told her as his cock made wet
sounds as he fucked her. "I'd be a fool not to fall for a very horny
girl."
Barrett grasped her behind the knees and held her in place as he
thrust into her. It was welcome support for Susie. It relieved her
struggle to stay at the edge of the dresser and allowed her to lose
herself in the hard cock moving inside her. It was just what she needed.
Nice little tight cunt, juicy little hot cunt, that was just what
Barrett needed. All the trimmings faded away as he was fucking into her
perfect little cunt. His mind was in the head of his cock deep inside her.
He pumped into her as fast as he could, eager for the squishing
sounds and the hot grip of her juicy cunt. She was a great hunk of
pleasure pussy and right where he could use it best.
Susie felt like she was falling and didn't care. The hard thing
ramming inside her was carrying her off and she had the feeling she was
floating free, restrained only by his hold on her legs. Then she exploded
in mid-air or was hit by ack-ack or maybe hit a mountain. She didn't care
how the image was extended. Her floating became the violent reaction of
climax as Barrett fucked her.
Barrett felt her cunt suck at him as she came. It was good, but it
wasn't enough. In fact, her orgasm was a little intrusive on his own
fantasy as he drilled her. He knew what he wanted now. He stepped back
from the mewling woman.
"Now suck it. I want you to suck it now," he gasped.
Only part of Susie's mind grasped his order in the haze of
afterglow, but it was the part that activated reflexive response. She
hopped off the dresser as if she was escaping a burning building and went
for his cock as if only that could save her.
Barrett didn't need much stimulation. He had been close when her
orgasm interrupted his thoughts of drilling, piercing, pounding. Her
tongue was active from the time he slid into her mouth and she only had
to begin to suck on the head of his cock to make his balls jump in their
sac.
"Oh god that's good!" he grunted as he grabbed her head and fucked
her face.
Susie was just trying to survive the rod jamming the back of her
throat, but in the back of her mind she noticed that Mr. Barrett was
more aggresive than he had ever been before.
This was something special, Susie thought as she wiped some stray
cum from her lips with the back of her hand. Then she heard an echo of
Barrett saying something about falling for her when he was fucking her.
This wasn't the start of the dream, but it was the seed from which
the dream grew. In the next minute Susie was scrambling to get dressed so
they would not make a scene arriving together late for work.
Mr. Barrett was relaxed enough that they didn't take their break
for a blow-job after lunch. Instead he had Susie sit on his lap and
feel his hardness pressing into her ass through the tight red sheath
with the fine gold design that he had picked for her to wear to work.
There was never any place for underwear in that dress and Mr.
Barrett's dress code removed any temptation for Susie to wear any. There
certainly was never any place for the bulky outline of even a half- bra
and the clingy material of the tight tube of dress made it extraneous.
Panties left lines and Susie would have been tempted to omit them, but
Mr. Barrett's preferences took away that decision.
She was glad for her nakedness under the dress as they had their
cuddle. She could nearly tell the outline of Mr. Barrett's cock as it
wriggled under her ass. And his hands on her breasts were nearly skin on
skin. Then his hand found her thigh and he squeezed her tight against
him before he made a mess of his pants.
"You are a very agreeable sort and I was wondering if you'd agree
to another night out tonight," he said abruptly. "Yup, I'm sure I want
to have another night like last night, if you'll agree, of course."
His offhand address seemed almost normal to Susie now. He wanted
to fuck her all night again. In her present state of arousal, Susie saw
it as a good idea. The old guy hadn't been bad in the sack, maybe not
the best, but top five. Then she remembered scampering around naked.
"Only if we can go to my place tonight and I can use the stuff in
my own bathroom," Susie bargained.
She was out of her element even with this obtuse old fart. Barrett
saw a deal like a shark sees blood in the water. It was no inconvienience
to go to her apartment, but he heard the uncertainty that invited him to
haggle.
"Then I shall have my rule, too," Barrett counter-proposed, "For
every game I think for us to play, you have to invent one of your own
or pay a penalty."
"Penalty? What kind of penalty?" Susie asked.
"Something you can satisfy with your body, to be sure," Barrett
said. "Something less bold than your nude cavort across town this
morning."
Susie still wasn't sure what he meant, but that was kinda exciting.
He might show her something she didn't know and she might like it. She
had been terrified during her nude streak, but the engulfing tingle had
felt a lot like excitement. The possibilities were interesting.
Susie had to struggle to supress a giggle when she saw Mrs. Billet
peep through the crack of her door. It was funny to think what Mrs.
Billet must have been thinking as she saw Susie with the same man that
had brought her in naked just that morning. If she only knew it was her
boss. She would certainly hear enough to remove any other mysteries.
"Since I made a rule, I suppose I should go first," he said as they
entered her apartment. "I think we should start by re-creating our
afternoon, only with more personal contact."
Barrett led her to her sofa and sat down. Before he pulled her
down, he opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. As she came down,
he skinned her skirt up until it was just above her crotch. This time
when she sat it was indeed more personal.
He hadn't entered her yet, but he searched for the haven of her
wetness as he moved her around in his arms. Then he was inside her
suddenly and she pushed down onto his cock as hard as he pushed back up
to bury it in her.
It was a different thing. They were nearly fully clothed and his
cock was inside her. It was as if they were on the dance floor and
through some magic his cock had slipped inside her. To all bystanders
they appeared to be innocently dancing while they were having a fuck.
It qualified as a game. It was a pretty good game. This time his
hands carried more emphasis as they stroked her breasts through the
dress. She leaned into him more assertively, giving him her throat to
kiss. His hand, orphaned by her move, dropped to stroke under her thigh
as his cock moved inside her. Susie only wished she could move better
on her perch upon his prick.
It was tantalizing. His cock felt good rummaging inside her, but
it wasn't quite good enough to make her cum. She could almost make it-
and then collapse into his fondling hands as she saw it was no use. But
it was good and she would try again to wiggle her hips in just the right
way for her to climax.
Her spurts of effort made it good for Barrett too. He was enjoying
the feel of her body in his arms and her warmth around his cock, but her
grinding on his cock was more than enjoyable. He was delighted in all
aspects. Of course it felt good to have her hungrily squirm on his rod.
It pleased him in a deeper way to feel her urgency as he made her want it
badly. And in the big picture, it bode well for her continued co-operation
with whatever desires he introduced her to.
Then on to new desires, he thought as he turned her more to the
front. Both hands again had places on her breasts as she faced away and
he found her nipples through the fabric to pinch them. She could do much
better for both of them in her new position.
It seemed he had penetrated another mile inside her as she was
turned. It may have been only an inch, but it was the inch that had been
separating her from a chance at cumming. Susie had hopes of ending her
frustration as she jerked her hips forward and back with new vigor. It
might be just enough...
"Put your hands on my knees," he said gently.
He bucked up into her as she worked derterminedly to get off on his
cock. The big picture had melted for both of them as they struggled in the
energetic fuck. She was almost there. He was going to help her.
His hands left her breasts and slid teasingly up the insides of her
thighs as she bounced on his prick. Then his right slid roughly up her
body to grip a tit as the fingers of his other hand found her slit.
That was it! Susie could feel a cold tingle in her breasts and
then the grumble deep in her belly that augered a climax. His fingers
adding their stimulation was all she needed.
"God yes! Give it to me!" she screeched as her hips went wild on
his lap.
He let her ride on in fury as he tried to grasp the big picture
again. He had other plans. He was going to work her out over a piece of
ground tonight to see how she performed. The night before he had been
lost in non-specific lust and hopes some equally non-specific really
good and exciting thing would happen. He was better organized tonight.
He bumped up into her still-clothed body as she froze in the throes
of her climax. His busy fingers nipped at the fleshy meeting of her lower
lips, pinching her clit in a blanket of wet flesh. Susie only knew it felt
very good as he poured accelerant on the fires of her desire.
Then it was her turn. She had been thinking since he had made the
proposal and she thought she had come up with a game to play.
"I think we should play hold-out," Susie announced.
He prompted her for an explanation with a questioning look.
"We each take turns making the other person as horny as we can
without doing anything directly sexual, you know what I mean," Susie said,
"Like a massage would be good, but no rubbing you know where. And when
we can't stand it anymore, we fuck with all this stored up energy."
She didn't explain it as well as it played out.
Susie started with Mr. Barrett, making him lie naked on her bed on
his stomach. She started undoing knots in his neck and his shoulders
before she moved down to his shoulders and back. The massage was very
relaxing and it was only the wet kiss of her pussy as she moved around
on his back that kept him from falling asleep with the luxury.
That started the rumble in his groin that her move to massaging his
buttocks made bloom into a straining hard-on. She moved down his legs
without adding much to her arousal, but Barrett was shocked to find out
how sexy it was to have his feet massaged.
She ignored his cock pointing to the ceiling as she turned him over.
She started high, by his collarbones and rubbed him with firm pressure
from the heels of her hands. She teased as she went down his belly, going
near, but never touching his cock. It was good, dirty fun, but nothing
like she had yet in store for him.
For that, she turned him over again and teased him lightly with
her fingertips all over his back. While the massage had been arousing in an
earthy way, the dance of her fingertips aroused him as inevitably as
tickling would have made him flinch. When she was extending the treatment
to his buttocks, Barrett finally had all he could stand."
"Damn. I want to fuck you so bad. I don't think I can get any
hotter," Barrett groaned, "It's your turn now."
Susie didn't seem to need to be unpacked. Instead, he smoothed her
flesh with the full touch of both of his hands. Over and back, up and down
with broad strokes of broad hands, Susie melted like butter into the
bedspread. He wasn't trying to be the least bit sexual. He was preparing
her attitude for that.
He turned her over and stroked from her shoulder, over her breasts
and down over her belly to her thighs in a likewise unaffected way. No
part received more or less or different treatment as he sought to make
every inch of her skin alive with feeling.
Then, as she had done with him, he turned her back on her stomach
and straddled her to use his fingertips in a cat's paw print of massage.
This was not very sexual either, but his hard cock lay in the crease
of her buttocks and Susie began to feel its need as another presence in
the room.
The thought of it throbbing there, waiting for her, waiting to
plunge into her and take her to those heights again was all the eroticism
Susie needed to make her impatient to have him. His touch was nice but she
needed what lay hot against her ass. She thought of the feeling of him
thrusting deep inside her and began to squirm with wanting it.
"Brimming with that stored fuck energy, are we?" Barrett asked.
"I know it's going to feel so good when you put it in me," she
replied. "Yes. Put it in. Put it in me now."
This was as good a game as they had played and Barrett had his own
florish to add. He climbed off to roll her over and then scooted in
between her legs as he sat on the bed. Her thighs lay over his and with
a little movement, they fit his cock to her cunt. He slid up tight against
her and his hands went back to work drawing light patterns on her naked
torso.
Now his touching was augmented by the feel of a hard cock inside
her. That was more of a force in her growing excitement than her fantasies
had been. His touching was turned sexual by the insertion. Now the light
touches of his fingertips inflamed where they touched and she moaned with lust.
She wanted hold-out. He would give her hold-out. He worked up her
belly one last time and concentrated on her breasts. They were swollen
and heavy and the light flickering of his fingers made her nipples
quiver as she took sharp breaths at the contact.
He could feel her lubrication leaking around his cock and down over
his balls. Her moans were not just for show. She wanted him and she
wanted him badly.
"Do you think we should fuck now?" he teased her.
"I don't care!" she gasped, "Much more of this and I'll cum anyway!"
Barrett decided to test her. He made her yip with a quick pinch on
her nipples and then slowly drew his fingers down her belly again. Her
hips would not be still as he touched her. Her clit was a stiff stalk
peeping between naked humps defining her pubis. He toyed around the edges
and made her squirm.
"Please, do something!" she begged with pain in her plea.
He touched her clit and she wailed.
"Noooooooo! Don't tease me!" she begged, "I'm so horny it hurts!"
He gave her relief with a firm pressure on her clit and short fuck
strokes with his imbedded cock.
"Yeah- yeah-yeah-yeah," she repeated like the call of a bird as his
treatment sent her passion zooming to climax.
"Yeah! Oh god, MORE!" she demanded as her hips rocked on him.
He obliged by flicking his finger on her clit as she tossed on the
bed in the release of her pent-up orgasm.
Barrett pulled out of her when she slumped limp. He was stimulated,
but able to maintain until they played their next game.
"You're going to fuck me all night again, aren't you?" Susie asked
him with neither an approving nor disapproving inflection.
"If I was younger, I might, but I can't imagine fucking you more
than a dozen times given my age," he overestimated wildly.
Susie spoke without emotion because she was unsure what emotion to
have. Some basic tenant of the balance of power of the sexes told her she
was remiss in allowing him free rein. Once he's had it, hold out and make
him do things for you before you give him more, it said.
She wasn't sure that applied to fucking your boss. She wasn't sure
what applied to fucking your boss. She'd prtetty much crossed the line
when it came to self-determination or even self-respect in their
relationship. She had started dressing like his Barbie doll and now she
was letting him fuck her every night.
The other side was that she actually didn't mind. She didn't have to
force a smile on her face when he made her cum. She even liked the game
they had made out of her sucking his cock every day at work. He had a way
of making her feel special whatever they did.
She was special to him, no doubt. She only wondered if that applied
to her as a whole woman or just as the part he was sticking his cock in at
the time.
Barrett was perfectly happy to live in the now. Motives, logic,
who could do what for whom, they were part of deal-making and he didn't
want the distraction in the bedroom. His desires were straight-line, like
his cock as it swung rampant before him.
"Anyway, it's your turn to say what we do next," Susie said.
"Then get off the bed, turn around three times and follow me," he
said beating her up from the bed.
These was no point to turning her around, but it was Barrett's
experience that women thought out of a different side of their brains
while they were following a set of involved orders. She did as she was
told and he led her to the nook off her kitchen.
"I call this dessert on the clam shell," he said as he lifted her to
sit at the edge of her table.
He pushed her back until she was lying down and kept pushing her
legs until she was doubled. Then he took each of her hands and put them
behind each of her knees to hold her position. Finally, he pushed her legs
apart so her knees didn't overhang her torso.
This was hardly a game. It was like fucking her on the desk. Susie
was going to point that out when he returned with jars and a bottle in
his hands.
She heard of things like this, she had to admit as he fished out
hunks of strawberry from her jam to place on her nipples. He put a mini-
marshmallow in her navel and then started the chocolate syrup from nipple
to nipple and then down over the marshmallow to her shaven cunt.
Her cunt held quite a bit of the sauce in her position on her back.
Barrett put down his toys and sat down in front of her chocolate-filled
cunt.
"The dish may giggle if it wants," he told her before leaning
forward to taste dessert.
He was eating the sauce. At least he didn't make it seem that the
chocolate was just an excuse to lick her pussy. He scooped the sauce out
of her cunt with his tongue and then cleaned each area as he moved up to
clean the chocolate off her clit and then up her belly.
He snapped up the marshmallow and licked the chocolate from her
navel, neither pausing nor hurrying as his tongue made her squirm and
giggle. Only when he reached her nipples was there some indication that
he was sucking a bit more than it took to clean them of the jam.
It was indeed something different for Susie. The accidental nature
of her arousal was engaging. His exploring tongue was stimulating as it
emptied her cunt. She wanted more when he moved up to lick her clit. Just
as that started getting good, he moved up to lick her belly.
She was being teased, but in a way she couldn't protest. She wanted
more at every stop along the ribbon of syrup, but that was tempered by
knowing more stimulation lay ahead. By the time he was gently chewing the
bits of strawberry from her nipples, every point along the line he had
travelled was alive with a desire for more. Her cunt fluttered against
open air in her need.
He loomed over her when he was finished and his cock touched, just
touched her gasping pussy. Her cunt opened and closed in an attempt to
pull it in without her direction.
"I guess you'd like to wash up now, since you're sticky all over,"
Barrett teased her.
"No! I want you to put your cock in me and put me out of my misery!"
Susie begged.
"Sorry I made you miserable," Barret said and let the head of his
cock enter her ever so slightly, "Does that help?"
She tried to throw her entire body into the air and move down into
his cock, but she couldn't.
"No! You've got to put that thing inside me and FUCK ME!" Susie was
demanding loudly now.
It was the same as being fucked on his desk, but it didn't feel that
way now. After his dastardly build-up, the feel of his cock filling her
was like a victory. She felt satisfied when he pressed up against her
bald pussy. When he started to fuck her, she was already starting to
cum.
"Oh GOD! I'm going to CUM!" she cried out about the fifth thrust.
It was music to Barrett's ears. She was a horny one, but he knew
that. He could tell how badly she wanted his cock by the way her cunt
had groped like the mouth of a fish out of water for anythng to fill it.
It was her volume and lack of concern for her surroundings that was
giving him chills of passion.
He knew that landlady would be listening at the door. Along with
neighbors with ears to the wall, she was getting an earful of Susie's
begging and cries of passion. They may have heard her moans before, but
they couldn't miss her outcry this time. He slapped loudly into Susie
as she lay doubled up on the table.
Let them hear what was causing her loud moans and whines as she
came this time.
She was launched into her orgasm by his sudden increase in pace and
energy. The relief of satisfaction quickly became a star-burst explosion
of sensation on his demanding cock. She didn't know where she was. She
cried out because that was what she had to do.
He reached up to rub his hands over her breasts and back, not
squeezing or pinching, just molding them under the firm pressure of his
palms. She moaned. His cock kept pounding into her. He slapped hard on
her buttocks, mount and thighs. He wasn't going to let her rest. She was
going to cum again.
"Oh Christ! AGAIN!" she called out as his cock bullied her into
another climax.
Barrett himself may have let out a long grunt as her pussy spasmed
on his fucking cock. His feverous attack on her cunt had kept his own
long-denied climax at bay until then. He had been lost in the ravage of
her hot hole, the feel of his hardness cleaving through her soft cunt.
When her cunt clamped down, his jizm exploded out of him in an
unstoppable rush. His hands did grip her breasts now. He jabbed her hard,
but not loudly as he held on and tried to keep fucking her while his cum
pumped out into her belly.
Susie was whipped. She had done herself twice in a row when she
first discovered the mystery of masturbation, but the last time she had
endulged had been when she was still in her teens. In the recent past,
she could count the times, ignoring the last two nights with Mr. Barrett,
that a man had made her cum twice in the same night, let alone in a row,
on one hand.
Her mind was swirling and refusing to settle on any one thought.
The main motif interrupting her attempts to think was that she had just
been fucked like she had never been fucked before.
It had been good for Barrett too. His balls hadn't exploded without
warning since the time one woman was licking them while he fucked the
other. And this time he wasn't disappointed with their treachery. It had
been perfect timing and he was sated in mind, body and spirit.
But he had an extra tingle, knowing he wasn't quite done with this
willing hunk of girl. In fact, they were only now getting to the whole
point of his agreement with Susie.
"I think we need a shower, so hold off on the next game until

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I have revised the story since the first time it was posted back in 2001. I
might have introduced new errors and oddities, but I assure you I have
eliminated some as well.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry, it's all fantasy.

I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like very much. I
also spend a lot of time, editing and correction my stories, Even if it
doesn't always show. I hate editing, but it has to be done if you are
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Old friends.

I'd taken Friday off to do a little Christmas shopping. It was so
difficult to find something for my parents and my brother. I usually
needed a lot of time to look and even when I did spend a lot of time
looking, inspiration never hit me until after visiting shop no. 117. I
had found something for mom, decided to give my dad a bottle of Single
Malt. He probably preferred whiskey instead of the usual new tie. However,
I was desperate for a good idea for my brother. I had just entered shop
number 99 that day when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. My day was
about to take an interesting turn.

'Hi John. Hadn't expected to see you here.'

I recognised the voice even before I turned around. It was Tina. We'd
had a six-month explosive relationship some five years ago and ended up
fighting like cats and dogs for the last three months. We simply couldn't
live together, but for some strange reason we were still good friends, even
though we didn't see each other very often. Maybe that was the reason.

'Hi Tina. How's everything?'

'Fairly good, thank you. And how about you?'

'Nothing new, really. Same job, same apartment, same problem finding
Christmas presents for the family. Found something for mom and dad, but
I'm all out of ideas when it comes to Peter. Got an idea?'

'An electric nose hair trimmer. Just what every bachelor needs,' Tina
replied with a grin, picking up a strange looking item next to me.

'Sorry, but he's not a bachelor any more. The poor chap got married in
May.'

'Well, now. Then I think you should give his wife some sexy underwear.
I'm sure he will appreciate it,' Tine quickly replied. She was usually
never short of an answer.

'You know I'm no good at buying clothes. Sizes and all that stuff
confuse me. "How big are her breasts? Oh well a good handful",' I joked.

My thoughts were suddenly drifting, thinking back at how good Tina
looked in very little and how long it had been since I'd had sex.

'Considering the size of your hands, I'd say something like a B-cup.
How come you grope your sister-in-laws tits?' Tina grinned.

'Alas, even though she is a real foxy little thing, I haven't had the
chance. I'm just dreaming.'

'I take it you're still a happy bachelor?' Tine asked.

She tried to make it sound casual but I was sure I detected some genuine
interest behind her casual pretences.

'I'm still single. I don't know how happy I am. Work seems to be
taking all my spare time and it is seriously affecting my social life. At
the current rate, I'll die as a young, wealthy bachelor,' I joked. 'And I
guess you're still with Harold?'

'Actually no. He suddenly jumped out of the closet and proclaimed that
he was gay and had met this gorgeous man, who turned out to be a 25 years
old bodybuilder. I gather he's walking around in the kitchen dressed as a
French maid.'

'You're joking, right?' I said, even though I had a fleeing suspicion
she wasn't. There was a hint of bitterness in her voice.

'Yeah, he's probably not dressed as a French maid. But apart from that,
I'm not. Maybe I should have become suspicious when he invited me to a
drag show or when he always wanted me to do it anally. Maybe if I had let
him, he would have stayed straight,' Tina said dryly.

'It must have been more than that. I can personally vouch for the fact
that it can be part of a totally straight guy's fantasy. Did he listen to
Liberace?' I said and added, 'Sorry, not funny,' when I saw the tired
expression on her face.

'Arh, it's ok. I'm over it now. It's five months, three days, six
hours and 16 minutes since I kicked him out.'

'Did he do it just like that or did he lurk around a little first? I
mean, could he have picked up something and passed it on? You can't be too
careful about that sort of thing. Aids and all, you know?' I asked. I
mean, you hear so much and there was justification for worrying.

'No. I've been tested,' Tina replied.

'So, what are you doing here,' I asked, trying to change the subject to
something less sensitive.

'Nothing much. I work on the other side of the street and planned to
buy a few essentials on my lunch break. Which means I have to run now.
Are you doing anything tonight?'

'Nothing whatsoever,' I replied.

'How about bringing a bottle of wine over to my place? I'll make dinner
and we can bore each other to death instead of doing it on our own.'

'Sounds like a great idea. Where do you live nowadays?'

'Here's my card. Seven o'clock?'

'I'll be there. White or red? No, never mind, I'll bring both. See
you.'

Tina was already on her way out of the shop.



When I arrived at the address she had given me I feared it was a
practical joke. It was an office building in an industrial neighbourhood,
mostly occupied by smaller companies. It didn't look like a place anybody
would live. At seven Friday night, the place looked deserted. I
double-checked the address on Tina's business card, but it was the address
marked as "Private".

The label on the door phone said "TT enterprises". I tried it and to my
relief, I heard Tina's voice.

'Right on time, dinner is ready. Hurry up here!'

The elevator delivered me to the fifth floor and Tina greeted me at the
door and led me to the dinner table right away. The starter was ready on
the dishes. Tina was an excellent cook. Getting really good home cooked
meals was one thing I really missed. My cooking skills were basic and I
rarely bothered to cook for myself.

'Are you living here? And what is "TT Enterprises"?'

'Well, Harold owned the house and I couldn't find an apartment.
Technically, I'm living with my parents and this apartment is owned by "TT
Enterprises". It's a company designed to work up a debt. I sell the
company to somebody in need of a tax reduction and they pass the lease for
the apartment on to a new company,' Tina said and added, 'It's a little
more complicated than that, but you get the picture.'

'Slightly immoral, but probably legal. Nice place though,' I said and
looked around in the tastefully furnished apartment.

'A little immoral, but what does a girl do when she needs an apartment?'
Tina said, sounding very, very innocent.

'Yeah, I know. I seem to recall similar problems a long time ago,' I
replied.

'Ever wondered why it never worked out?' Tina asked.

'I have, but I've never really been able to sort it out. Maybe we were
too young. It all seemed so perfect, until I moved in with you. I've come
to the conclusion that we weren't cut out for living together. Deep, isn't
it?'

'Real deep. Must be you. I managed to live with Harold for three years
and four montha,' Tina grinned.

'I guess you're right. I would never have been able to live with a
closet fairy for three years.'

'It's kind of difficult to be alone, all of a sudden. Where does
someone like me go to get a date? Where do you go?'

'I can't remember. I was dating a girl I'd met on my holidays some time
ago, but I wasn't joking when I said that work was killing off my social
life. Come to think of it, it's almost two years ago that I stopped dating
her,' I said.

'Christ, it must be a little lonely. Nothing on the side, no
one-nighters?' Tina asked, casually.

'No. Haven't really got the time and energy to run around all the time,
trying to pick up some chick. Besides, my right hand never starts an
argument and it never has a headache.'

Speaking our minds, sexually, had been one of the things that had made
our relationship so good. The frankness had made it so much easier to have
a good sex life together and sometimes it even added an extra dimension.

'And it's always there when you need it,' Tina added. 'But my right
hand and a carrot demand a lot of my imagination in making up for the real
thing.'

'You're getting the message across. You need to get laid, right?' I
grinned, knowing her well enough to know that she wouldn't be offended. 'I
gather you're still dancing. Can't you find a young dancer to help you
out?'

Tina had trained to be a ballet dancer, but as she grew up, her body
grew "out of proportion", as they put it in the ballet school. Mind you, I
found her proportions very appealing, but then again, I never understood
the first thing about ballet, despite Tina's attempts to teach me about it.
In other words, her arse and tits were too big to become a ballet dancer,
but she still loved dancing and had continued training.

'No, they're all faggots and those who aren't, are already spoken for,'
she said dryly, 'and I'm no good at one night stands.'

I didn't think Tina's sexual needs were particularly special, but she
did need a lot of time and effort to come. She was special in the way that
she was the only girl I had ever met who could have more than one orgasm. I
had often continued to stimulate her after she had come and if she was in
the right mood, she could get several smaller orgasms, before it became too
much for her. On top of that, she usually only required little preparation
time, before she was ready for the next major orgasm. Also, she was the
only girl that had been able to make me come more than once the same night.
Fond memories filled my mind.

'As far as I remember, we used to be pretty good together,' Tina
continued.

'That is the way I remember it but it is a long time ago. Who knows?
Maybe we are even better now.'

'We'll never know, unless we put it to the test,' Tina said, sounding
really technical.

'You're right. I mean, it would be a pity not to at least try. Do you
feel up to it?'

'It so happens that I'm extraordinary horny today. I grew tired of the
carrot months ago and right now, I really need to get laid. How about
you?' Tina asked.

She was beginning to have difficulties, keeping up the technical
appearance.

'The food tastes great, but I certainly wouldn't mind eating you
instead. Actually, I think I would prefer it,' I answered.

'Well, be my guest. Get it while it's hot,' Tina said. She no longer
sounded technical, just horny.

I wiped my mouth on the serviette and got up. Tina sure looked good
enough to eat.

'We'd better clear the table,' I said, still keeping up appearances.

'No, you can have the dessert at the conference table in the board
room,' she said and opened the door to an adjacent room, equipped with a
large table and comfortable looking leather chairs. 'It came with the
lease and I've never known what to use it for.'

'It's the perfect place to enjoy a sweet dessert.'

I walked up behind her and took the hem of her blouse and began to ease
it up. Tina willingly and gracefully raised her arms as if she was doing a
pirouette. Underneath, she had a very flimsy bra, hardly capable of
containing her tits. It was so tempting just to grab them, but I knew her
and had planned a different strategy.

I gently kissed her neck and shoulders, then turned her around and
kissed the exposed skin of her chest and stomach. Tina shivered in
anticipation. She loved a slow start. I made sure to kiss every square
inch of her tits not covered by her bra. Tina put her hand on the back of
my head, trying to pull me closer, but I gently removed her hand.

When I felt I had spent enough time on her tits and stomach, I took her
skirt off. Her knickers matched her bra, and, when I turned her around, I
was delighted to see that they only just covered half her lovely buttocks.

My light kisses on her buttocks raised goose bumps all over her body. I
continue a little down her thighs before I turned her around again and
kissed the front of her thighs as close to her crotch as her knickers
permitted. The fragrance of her arousal was lovely and I could feel the
moist heat from her crotch on my cheeks.

She had already kicked off her shoes and wasn't wearing any stockings.
All that remained was her bra and knickers. I stood up and admired her
well-conditioned body.

'You look so incredibly sexy. Somehow, I think you planned this,' I
said.

'I did have a vague idea about what might happen,' Tina admitted, 'you
know, "be prepared".'

'Oh yes. If only it had been like that when I was a Boy Scout.'

Tina had taken advantage of my temporary distraction and unbuttoned my
shirt. She swiftly pulled it off, before I once again remembered what I
was doing. Her bra clasped in the front and even though I hated bra
clasps, I manage to get it open on first attempt. Tina's lovely tits
literary fell out of the diminutive bra. They were still gorgeous.

Her nipples were already standing out, looking like raspberries on top
of a blancmange; a perfect desert ready to eat. I made an exception and
went directly for the kill, sucking in Tina's left nipple and chewing it
lightly.

Tina sighed, apparently pleased with my decision. Again, she put her
hands on my head and pressing my face into her soft breast. I removed her
hands and let go of her nipple.

'Easy now. You'll get your chance to set the pace later,' I said.

'Just go on then. I'm so horny and I want to be a really naughty girl
tonight,' she moaned and pinched her nipples impatiently.

'It sure looks naughty when you play with your nipples, but wouldn't it
be better if you let me take over?'

'Yes pleeeease.'

I took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them lightly,
gradually increasing the pressure. Tina didn't get of on bondage or
anything like that, but she loved it when I gradually squeezed her nipples
harder and harder and then let go all of a sudden. Her nipples were big
and succulent, and I think it was the feeling of the blood returning that
gave her the kick.

'Squeeze them. Harder! Yeeees! More,' Tina moaned.

The trick was to increase the pressure very slowly to avoid hurting her.
It took some time, before my thumb and index finger had closed in as hard
as I dared. Then I released them. Tina moaned loud and threw her head
back.

Her nipples became swollen and very red. I knew from experience that
they also got much more sensitive. I sucked them lightly, one at a time,
for a few seconds each, prompting Tina to moan loudly again.

As I tugged her knickers down over her shapely buttocks, I realised that
the auburn patch of pubic hair she'd had before was all gone. Her crotch
was a bare as the day she was born.

'Ah, I see you have a new habit.'

I moved around her, admiring her neatly shaved crotch from above and
both sides. She spread her legs a little.

'I got a little carried away, while I was waiting for you to arrive. Do
you like it?'

'It looks very sexy and there'll be no hair in my dessert. Wonderful!'

She turned round and bent over with her legs a few inches apart. Even
though her outer lips were swollen and puffy, her inner lips protruded in
that position. They were also swollen and glistening with her juices,
peaking out between the freshly shaven outer lips.

Now that she was standing in that position, I began with her back,
kissing her buttocks. She purred and wriggled her arse a little, trying to
make me kiss her pussy as well, but to no avail. Turning her around, I
kissed her hips and continued over the top of her pussy. Tina spread her
legs more. I kissed my way down the inner part of her left thigh and up
her right thigh.

Finally, I was at the primary target for both of us. I let my tongue
trail over her outer lips, feeling how closely she had shaved. She had
done a really thorough job of it. I almost regretted she had done it
before I arrived. It could have been very arousing to see or even
participate in that event.

Tina moaned impatiently as I continued to kiss and lick her outer lips
lightly. I stopped and looked at her. It was a really sexy view I had,
kneeling between her legs and looking up: Her swollen, bare lips, her heavy
tits and her face, all expressing sighs of arousal.

'Do you want to be really naughty,' I asked her.

'Yes,' she sighed.

'Lean against the table and spread your lips for me. Show me how wet
you are,' I said smoothly.

Tina gave me a horny look and stepped backwards. She leaned against the
table, spreading her legs wide. With one hand, she spread the outer lips
while the other parted the delicate inner lips.

'See? See how wet I am,' she panted.

Her fingers manipulated the inner lips, exposing her big clit.

'Here's your dessert. Come on. Lick it, chew it,' she commanded,
trying to take control.

'It really does look ripe. Does it taste as good as it looks?'

Tina licked her lips very sensually and let a finger slide down through
her slit and dipped it in the well. Then she offered it to me. I licked
it like I would lick an asparagus, slowly sucking the juices from her
finger.

'Uhmmm, delicious,' I said.

'Then come and get it,' she said and showed an example of the benefits
of years of ballet training, lifting her right leg up parallel with her
chest. In a strange way, this kind of performance was very sexy, not so
much because it looked sexy, but because it was unusual and because she was
so open, so exposed.

I knelt in front of her and licked the outstretched skin between her
pussy and tiny, crinkled rosebud. I remembered it was very sensitive when
she spread herself this way. My tongue moved upwards, drilling into her
vagina before closing my lips around her clit.

'Yeeess,' Tina moaned.

I liked her clit for as long as she was able to stay in that acrobatic
position, which was about a minute. Much to her own dismay, she had to
bring her leg down.

'My turn now. You have much too many clothes on,' she said.

She pulled me up and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. She was in a hurry
and had no time to be as ceremonious about undressing me as I had been,
undressing her. Within a few seconds she had pulled down my trousers and
briefs. Kneeling in front of me she pulled my socks off as well. It had
always been her opinion that a man with socks on - and nothing else - was
absolutely unsexy.

She stayed down there and looked up at me or rather, at my hard cock.

'You should consider shaving your balls,' she said, thoughtful.

'I'm not very keen on playing with a razorblade down there. It could
seriously jeopardise my future as a father.'

'Ah, still using an old razor, right? There's new invention called the
electric shaver. We'll take care of that some other time,' Tina said.

She proceeded to run the tip of her tongue up the shaft. My foreskin
still covered most of the head and she stopped before she reached the
exposed part. Slowly, she licked the foreskin all around the head. I
could feel her hot breath. The exposed part of the head was wet from the
precum I'd already produced. Moving closer she began to lick around the
rim of my foreskin, licking the precum off. She finished off by darting
her tongue into the tiny hole from which the precum oozed. It felt
painfully good.

I watched fascinated as her lips closed around the head. They closed
tightly, pressing the foreskin away and exposing my sensitive head to her
soft and very active tongue. It felt like a million tongues were licking
the head at the same time.

'Wow, wow, wow! Easy now. You'll get your dessert a little too
quickly,' I gasped.

Tina let go for a second.

'It's my turn now and I think I remember when to stop,' she grinned.

Once more, I watched as my cock, or a part of it, disappeared into
Tina's hot mouth. She took me to the absolute limit before she stopped and
got up. Frustrating but also extremely exciting.

'Make me really wet,' Tina demanded and lay down on the conference table
with her buttocks resting on the edge, legs apart and feet on the table.

She was already dripping wet, but I needed the break, and she needed
more to get even close to an orgasm. It was time to concentrate on her
clit and I began battering it with my tongue. Tina loved my tongue
directly on her clit; not too fast, not too slow. My recollection of speed
and intensity was rusty but she coaxed me until I had found the right
rhythm.

During the next five minutes, her moans grew louder and louder. She was
more vocal than I remembered; but then again, we were probably the only
people in the building. Had there been others, we would surely have been
interrupted by the police, thinking a violent crime was in progress.

My tongue was beginning to tire and Tina was becoming very excited, her
hips bucking, which made it more difficult for me to keep my tongue on
target. I straightened my back and moved in between her legs.

My thumb took over where my tongue had stopped and with the other hand,
I positioned myself at the very slippery entrance to her vagina. My cock
sank in to the hilt in one long push.

'Yeeessss. This beats a carrot any day,' Tina hissed.

'I'm really flattered.'

'You should be. I used a big carrot.' She grinned and pushed herself
against me. 'God, I've missed this. Just shut up and fuck me.'

'Yes ma'am!'

I did. We did. Fast, then slower when I was getting too close.
Sometimes, I would just keep the tip of my cock at the entrance, teasing
her. My thumb kept a steady rhythm on her. She was really vocal, moaning
and whining until she suddenly went quiet. She had to concentrate to get
her orgasm and I slowed down to be able to keep the rhythm until she was
there. It distracted her if I had to slow down in the middle of it all.
It was reflex on my part, but made me smiled; it was probably true that she
was no good at one-nighters.

Watch her build up to her climax was arousing. She was biting her lip,
her eyes closed, and every muscle in her body grew tense. When she stopped
breathing, I knew she was almost there. The muscles in her stomach began
to convulse. Her fists clenched the edge of the table. She looked like
she was going to pass out from the strain of concentrating and I was pretty
sure she would one day, but she didn't pass out this time. Just before she
ran out of air, her body trembling from the strain, she suddenly inhaled.
Her stomach convulsed and her hips began bucking wildly.

'Yes. Yes! YESSSSSS,' she whimpered, growing into a screaming
crescendo.

It was really hard for me to hold back, but I wanted to. This wasn't
going to be the end of the night. I pressed my thumb against her clit and
kept it there until she had calmed down a little. Then I began rubbing
again.

'Oh God,' Tina wailed and had another spasmodic attack, slightly milder
than the first, but still heavier than I had expected.

I waited a little longer this time, basically because I was afraid of
coming myself, and I would have done if her pussy muscles squeezed my cock
one more time. But I got over it and rubbed her clit again.

'On no. I don't think I can take - Oh God,' Her back arched, caught up
in another aftershock. I kept rubbing her clit this time until she
couldn't take any more and pushed my hand away.

It kind of drained her a little. I leaned over her and kissed her
deeply.

'This part of the test was definitely a success,' Tina panted.

'Absolutely. Should we have coffee, before we go on?'

'I had... Do you remember the first time I blew you? You know, when
you surprised me and came in my face,' Tina gasped.

'Yeah I do. You got mad because I didn't warn you.'

'It turned you on to come all over me, didn't it,' she said with a
naughty smile.

'Well, yes, I guess it did,' I had to admit.

'I know I was mad at you that time, but this afternoon, I was kind of
fantasising about being really slutty. The thought of you coming all over
me sort of turned me on,' Tina said.

I raised myself on my arms and began to move slowly in her.

'Sounds really naughty, but I also want to come in you and with you,' I
said.

'Uhhm,' She closed her eyes. 'You can do that later.'

'God Tina, I don't have the vigour of youth any more. I don't think I
can do it twice in one night,' I said. 'Maybe we should break for coffee
while we can.'

'Come on, you're not that old. If I can't get you up again, I don't
deserve another orgasm. Come on!'

Determined, she locked her legs behind my back leaving me no choice but
to follow her rhythm.

'I want you to shower me with your cum,' she moaned, urging me with her
legs to move faster.

There was no way out. I knew that I had to give in. 'God, you're so
naughty.'

'Yes, and you love it. You want to see me with cum all over my face.
Oh yessss fuck me! You want to come on me,' Tina gasped.

It was a short, wild ride. When I pulled out of her, she slipped down
on the floor in front of me. She grabbed the shaft and began to masturbate
me rapidly, licking the head at the same time.

'Oh God, here it comes,' I managed to gasp, just before the first jet
splashed out on her tongue.

She moved back an inch or two and closed her eyes tightly. The next
shots splattered out on her face, making her gasp and shudder. She was
right; it did look kinky and arousing. I felt my knees grow weak and had
to put my hands on the table to steady myself.

'Oh my God. You'd really saved up to make this a rainy day,' she said,
her eyes still tightly shut.

I looked down on her. She had streaks of cum running down her face and
chest. Some in her hair, too. Tentatively, she tried to open her left
eye, which somehow had avoided most of the shower.

'I gotta see this,' she said and got up.

We went into the bathroom and Tina studied her own reflection in the
mirror.

'What a mess you made. Don't you ever masturbate?' she asked.

'I do, but I'm equipped with an automatic refill mechanism.'

'It looks so kinky, but I think I'll clean up a bit. Then we can get
some coffee while you refill.'

'You drained the last reserves, love. I don't want to sound
pessimistic, but it is questionable if the refuelling will be completed
this side of midnight,' I said.

'Don't worry. I have a few things up my sleeve,' she grinned.

'Considering you are stark naked, I can't possibly imagine what you can
be hiding up your sleeve.'

'You'll see,' she replied.



We put on a few pieces of clothes while the machine brewed the coffee. I
pulled Tina close to me.

'I didn't realise how much I've missed you until now,' I said.

'Uhm. I don't think there is anybody that can make me come like you
can,' Tina replied.

'It's more than just sex,' I said.

Tina didn't reply. The end of our previous relationship had been
dramatic. We had an argument and we were both very upset. Suddenly Tina
picked up an ashtray and threw it at me. She had no intention of hitting
me, at least, that was what she said, and somehow I believed her. It was
meant as a theatrical gesture, but the heavy ashtray hit me on the head.
Luckily, it skipped off, but I was knocked out cold and had to be taken to
hospital to be stitched together with 4 stitches. We both knew that if it
had hit me directly in the face, the damage could have been serious,
possibly fatal. That episode scared the hell out of both of us. I moved
the next day.

Tina had been quiet while I was thinking, perhaps thinking about the
same thing I was.

'I think the coffee is ready,' she said.

It didn't take long to forget the past again. We talked about work,
friends, holidays and all sorts of things that old friends talk about when
they haven't seen each other for a long time. Time just flew, as it does
in good company. I think we talked for a couple of hours before Tina
brought up the topic of sex again.

'Aren't you curious about what I had up my sleeve?' she asked, returning
from the kitchen with more cookies.

'Oh dear,' I sighed. 'Well, maybe a little, even though I feel
drained.'

'Drained is probably the right word,' Tina laughed. 'But I'm sure you
have build up new reserves.'

'I'm afraid you are overestimating my virility.'

'I'll bet you I can make you hard again. Tell you what; if I can't make
you hard again, I'll volunteer as your sex-toy for one night. And I'll do
anything you say.' She excited making the proposal. I suspected she would
loose the bet on purpose.

'That sounds very interesting and even a little indecent. Maybe a
little risky on your part; aren't you afraid that such an offer would
counteract your efforts?'

'I know I'm irresistible,' she grinned.

'Still, you might fail. Are you really ready for what I might have in
store for you, if you loose?'

I teased her, not really knowing what I could possibly want to do that
she might dislike.

'Maybe I have a secret fantasy about being abused by a man like you.
Maybe I want to be forced to do - things,' she said.

'Maybe I have developed into a sadistic monster, who loves to molest
pretty girls.'

'I seriously doubt that,' Tina laughed.

I was just about to say something about Harold, coming out of the
closet, but it that would have been cruel.

'OK, maybe I exaggerated a little. Maybe I will tie you up and take
advantage of you.'

I was a little unsure if she really had such a fantasy. I had never
though about myself as a dominant type. Inflicting pain on somebody I
loved didn't seem logical to me. I had tried to tie Tina's hands to the
bedpost and blindfold her once and it had been exciting, but I think it was
one of the few times that our inhibitions stopped us from doing something
sexual. At least on my part. Some of our friends had talked about it and
we tried it. None of us dared to admit that it had excited us. We
dismissed it as "a little comical", but I had to admit to myself that it
had been very exciting and I couldn't recall Tina coming so fast before or
after. We never got to the part were Tina was going to tie me up and have
her way, even though I found the thought of that titillating as well.

'That sounds more like it! Do we have a bet?' she asked.

'We do,' I agreed. 'So, what do you have up your sleeve?'

She had put on a robe after we had made love and now she shook the right
sleeve a little. A carrot fell out and landed in her lap. She took it and
got up.

'You haven't seen the bedroom yet,' she said.

I could feel my cock twitch, just a little, but it did twitch. I'd had
a fantasy about seeing a girl masturbate for many years. I couldn't recall
telling her about it, but many men have such fantasies, judging from the
contents of porn flicks, so I assumed she was guessing.

We entered the bedroom. She held up the carrot. 'What do you think I
want to do with it?'

'Well, you might want to have a snack, but since you are such a polite
person, you would have offered me a carrot, too. Now, what could you want
to use a fairly big, peeled carrot for?' I said and looked very thoughtful.
'No, I give up. You'll have to tell me - or show me.'

She lay down on the big bed. 'Sometimes, when I'm alone in the evening,
I feel so horny and my imagination begins to take over.'

She untied the belt, holding the robe together.

'I always have a small bottle of baby oil near the bed and then I get a
carrot from the kitchen.'

She reached over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle. Her robe
fell open.

'I like my tits to be slick and slippery,' she said. 'But maybe I
should get rid of this first.'

She slipped out of the robe and threw it on the floor. Back on the bed
she poured oil out on her tits. Slowly, she began to rub it in, kneading
them thoroughly.

'If I'd been alone tonight, I would probably fantasise about what would
happen if I lost my bet.'

Her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them, pressing the areola and
nipples out.

'You would tie me to the bed, blindfolded and helpless. I would be able
to hear you and smell you but not see you. You'd rub your cock on my face.
You'd make me kiss it and lick you balls before you forced it into my
mouth.'

It sounded as if she was trying to imagine what I would fantasise about,
more then telling me about her own. It was somehow disappointing. I mean,
I can fantasise on my own. Her fantasies were what I wanted to hear. But
then again, I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to win this wager.
Perhaps it was her fantasy. After all, even if we did know each other
pretty well she had no way of knowing what I dreamed about.

She continued kneading her breasts for a while, slowly getting more and
more aroused. Gradually, her story began to sound like her own fantasy in
my ears.

'I feel your hands all over my body. You grab my tits and knead them -
hard. Your fingers tweak my nipples, making them sore. So wonderfully
sore and sensitive.'

Her hands and fingers mimicked her words, pulling and twisting her
slippery nipples. I was very tempted to join her on the bed already, but I
wasn't even at half mast.

'I'm left to your mercy. Your hands are everywhere. You slide a finger
inside me and you can feel how wet I am,' she moaned as her index finger
disappeared from my view. 'You untie me... and turn me around.'

She got up on her hands and knees, turning her curvaceous arse towards
me. I loved her arse and she knew it.

'I can feel you behind me, feel your cock. You are going to take me
like a dog.'

Her breathing was quickening. She had picked up the carrot and inserted
about an inch into her pussy.

'You're going to take me hard.'

She moaned and plunged down on the bed. The carrot was forced into her,
all of it. 'So deep. Your fingers rub my clit.'

Tina was aroused. Still, she was observing me and almost before I had
noticed myself, I could see on her smiling face that she had won the bet.
Miraculously, my cock was rising again. It distracted Tina. Reality
superseded her fantasy.

'I won,' she panted, looking at me over her shoulder.

I had been standing next to the bed, a few feet from the edge. Tina
turned around and waved me closer.

'I'd better do the rest of the hardening by hand and mouth,' she said
and cupped my balls gently.

I put my hands on her head and held her teasingly an inch or so from my
cock.

'You really got into that fantasy, didn't you? Maybe we should make
another bet to give you the chance to loose?'

'Ummmmm maybe. Do you want to win?' she replied.

'I think so and I think you'd like that too,' I said.

'We'll see. Maybe you can think of a good wager.'

A wager was the last thing on my mind. I let go of her head and Tina
literally sucked most of my cock into her hot mouth. The exquisite
treatment took care of the last bit of hardening in no time.

'I think it's about as hard as it gets,' Tina giggled.

I could only agree. I lay down next to her on the bed and we embraced
each other, kissing deeply. We had been so busy having sex that we had
kind of forgotten how nice it really is, just to kiss and caress each
other. Living with a self-imposed wove of celibacy had made me hungry for
sex and I had no doubt the urge had been mutual. Tina responded to the
kissing with passion and I think she had missed that part, too.

Kissing and hugging was just so nice. It took a long time before Tina
broke the embrace and looked down between us. My cock had been pressing
against her when we started, but somehow it had lost a little of the vigour
she had blown into it.

'Hey now! Are you backing out on me?' Tina said, taking my somewhat
deflated cock in her hand.

'No, I was just relaxing,' I answered.

Just the touch of her hand was enough to start the hardening again.
Tina apparently felt the need to do more and turned around. She straddled
my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

'You can work a little too,' she said.

I certainly didn't mind. I loved going down on a woman and now I had
time to enjoy how lovely it was to lick her shaved pussy. No hairs in the
mouth and I could lick and suck her outer lips. They were smooth and
puffy, really wonderful to suck.

Back when we had been together, we usually did a sixty-nine side by
side, but having Tina on top of me was almost better. I could caress her
arse with both hands and I could reach her tits. Her nipples were still
slippery from the oil and it was kind of difficult to get a good grip.
They slid between my fingers, when I squeezed them. It felt funny and
judging from Tina's moans around my cock she liked it.

I liked it a lot. I loved to feel how swollen her pussy was, how the
flow of juices increased and, of course, her mouth and tongue doing
wonderful things to my cock. It was comforting to know that it would take
a lot more to make me come the second time and at the same time knowing
that Tina was the opposite. Like in the old days, she always tried her
best to make it good for me. I was almost relieved when she let go of my
cock and slowly scooted her arse down over my chest and stomach, until her
pussy was level with my cock.

Guiding my cock into the right position she began to move back towards
it. Agonisingly slowly, my cock entered her. It was such an exciting
sight. She had the most wonderful curvaceous arse and it was displayed at
its best this way; kneeling, her back arching and her legs spread.

When she finally had impaled herself completely on my rod she managed to
unfold her legs. Sitting with her legs wide apart, she leaned forward
until her chest was resting on the bed. She was so open, so stretched out
that I hardly could believe it, despite her dance training. For a person
who hardly can touch his own toes standing up, this kind of performance is
very impressive.

She was only able to rock back and forth a little, but it didn't really
matter. It looked and felt so good.

'God, you are incredible, Tina,' I gasped.

'I feel so open, centripetal,' Tina gasped back.

Centripetal! I could only think of one place I'd heard that word used
before. What was the next line in that song? "It's perpetual bliss."
Bliss it was. Perpetual, well, time would tell, but most likely not.

Tine's position did make her very open. Her buttocks were spread wide
and her tiny, pink rosebud was stretched out. It was twitching every now
and then, almost as if it wanted to attract my attention. Tina disliked
anal intercourse, actually any kind of anal penetration, but she certainly
didn't mind a little attention back there.

Light as a feather, my finger trailed down between her luscious
buttocks. Tina held her breath, waiting for me to reach the sensitive spot.
Very, very lightly, I circled her pink arsehole, barely touching the
sensitive, crinkled skin.

'Mmmmm yes. Oh yes,' she exhaled.

She twitched more, pulsating, trying to catch the tip of my finger or at
least lure it to the centre. Teasingly, I avoided the centre, circling,
getting close and then moving away again, touching the skin between her
arsehole and pussy. For several minutes, I teased her like that with the
lightest touches.

She tensed when the tip of my finger finally touched the centre. I
wiggled it in the pulsating rosebud, not trying to penetrate the dry
opening, just tickle. She strained, pushing back a little. My finger made
full contact, rubbing firmly against her hole.

'Oh God yes,' she moan, squirming, 'like that... don't push.'

'I know,' I relied, hoarsely.

'God, it feels gooooood,' she moaned, trying to grind herself against
me, but the way we were lying there wasn't much contact in the right
places.

It must have felt good enough for her too, because she stayed in that
position, enjoying my finger caressing her arsehole for a long time.
Finally she sat up and still sitting on my cock, she turned sideways. My
cock went in really deep in this position, deep enough to touch her cervix.
The mouth of her cervix kind of grabbed the tip of my cock and tickled in
the most exciting way when she rocked back and forth, even if it was only a
fraction of an inch. We had done it before and I loved it. Sometimes it
hurt or made her feel uncomfortable to take me so deep into her pussy, but
not that night.

I put my hand on her thigh and moved down towards her pussy. Slowly she
began to rotate her hips in sync with my finger on her clit. Deep inside
her, the tip of my cock rubbed against her cervix. It was intense but not
in a way that made me come. It was intense in the same way that a piece of
music can be intense.

Tina's hips moved faster and more acute. She began to move up and down
as well, but her position wasn't right for that. She turned a little and
lay down next to me. We shuffled around a little until we were in the
perfect position; side by side with my right arm around her, our legs
entangle.

'Um,' she purred and lay back on my arm. 'Now it's your turn to do all
the work.'

'I'd be delighted to,' I answered.

I took good leverage and trusted into her while my finger still worked
firmly on her clit.

'Yes, do it hard. I want to feeeeeel you. Just like old times,' Tina
moaned.

This used to be one of our favourite positions and it did feel a lot
like old times. Making love with Tina was so much better than it had ever
been with anybody else.

Her moans and cries told me she was very close to coming. I wanted to
come with her, but it was as if the previous orgasm had numbed my senses.
It sounds crazy, I know, but I suddenly feared that I couldn't come. I
tried to concentrate on the feeling and trusted into her, harder and
faster.

My right hand had been caressing her right breast, but now I squeezed it
hard. I felt the contraction in her pussy just before she let go of
everything and I felt relieved. It was just what I needed. I could feel
my own orgasm approach and hammered into Tina relentlessly. My right hand
cramped around her breast and my finger mashed her clit flat.

Tina squealed and arched her back, trusting back against me. I was
almost there. If I just could do it a little harder, a little faster.
Then I felt Tina's hand between our legs. Her finger snaked in between my
buttocks and, like a spur, urged me on. That finally did it. With a hard,
deep trust that made Tina's head bang against the headboard, I came. It
was indescribable. Everything went black for a second, then I could feel
my cock jerk, squirting what little had filled up deep inside Tina's womb.

I relaxed. My muscles loosened up and I let go of Tina's poor breast.
We lay close, panting and very exhausted. Tina looked at me with shining
eyes.

'God, we're so good together.'

'The best,' I answered and kissed her.

'Why didn't it work out?' she asked.

'I don't know. Honestly.'

'When I saw you today, I suddenly felt that if we tried again, we could
make it work.'

She looked and sounded serious. I had the same thoughts while I drove
over.

'You want to give it another try?'

'You could start by staying over,' she giggled.

'That's a start. I don't think I want to get up and go out now anyway.'

'You have to get up to switch sides.'

'No, I don't want to lie in the wet spot,' I protested.

'Why not? You made it.'

'No, you did. You drained me the first time around.'

'Now honestly! You are just as responsible for that spot as I am.'

We suddenly looked at each other and began to laugh.

'This is not going to work, Tina. Let's start over again one more time.
Let's change the sheets.'

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