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Daniel Goddard turned to the last page of the contract and studied it briefly, then turned back to the front page. He noted each yellow sticky pad note and compared the notations to the paragraphs they mentioned. Basically, the contract was a standard Goddard contract, except where the notations indicated an amendment. He studied it for one more second, then began signing. Finished, he tossed the contract into the out-basket.
    His hand went to one of the buttons, on the left side of his black, mirrored desk. He pressed the button and stood, stretching his arms over his head.
    “Jessica?”
    “Yes sir,” the voice came from all around him.
    “Send a runner in for the Maxwell contract. I’m finished with it.”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Do I have any appointments today?” he asked, making his way to an expensive golf bag leaning against the wall by the window. He took a golf ball from the bowl on the window sill. He looked down into the city, 47 floors below, before flipping a switch on the wall near his bag. The drapes closed, shutting off the magnificent view. A white composite screen descended from the ceiling. Low lights came on and a picture of a golf course flickered onto the screen.
    He selected a driver from his bag, dropped the ball on the floor and took a practice swing.
    “You have an appointment with Patterson Electric at three,” the voice said from the walls around him. “They want to discuss a lawsuit with you.”
    Daniel swung at the ball. It collided with the screen with a terrible impact. The screen swayed, then returned to it’s original, undamaged condition. The picture of a glowing white ball receded down the video fairway.
    “For or against?”
    “Against, sir. They are being sued over an improperly grounded power grid, which is killing a farmer’s cows.”
    “Tell them to settle,” he said briefly, placing the ball back into it’s original position.
    “Sir, shouldn’t you speak to them first?”
    “No need. They can delay for a while, but they will never win. They can’t prove their case and the judge will invariably rule against them. Court costs and my fee will far outweigh the original costs, even if they win. Tell them to settle.”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Anything else?”
    “There is a young woman here. She says she must see you.”
    “Who is she?”
    “She won’t give her name.”
    “Is she sexy?”
    “By the standards of some, perhaps.”
    “Do I detect a little jealousy, Miss. Jessica Jean Martin?”
    “Perhaps,” she said in a coy voice.
    “Very well. She must be special to get you so riled. Send her in.”
    “I could have security bundle her up like yesterday’s garbage,” Jessica said in an uncharistic catty voice.
    Daniel sung again. This time he got the ball onto the green. He smiled in appreciation, then looked at the door as it opened. A beautiful long haired brunette entered in a princess Grace costume. She had long, slender legs in high heels and stockings, a slit up the side of her black gown, which gave intermittent shots of beautiful legs, and breasts that bounced inside a short red jacket. The top of the dress opened to well below the center of her breasts. Only gravity held them inside. A large red hat topped off the costume. She approached the desk and dropped the hat atop it, then brushed back her hair with her hand.
    “Welcome,” Daniel said, flipping another switch to make a rounded cup magically appear from the wall. The view of the green altered to fit the cup into the center of the picture. A flag waved gently on the screen, in a slight breeze. A life- sized man held the flag in an firm hand.
    “Anybody I know?” she asked, looking at the screen.
    “Not unless you are a member of my country club. And you are???” he asked, putting the ball into the cup.
    “A woman.”
    “I can see that,” he said as the ball disappeared.
    “Good. That’s a wonderful start. And I am a member of your club, by the way,” she said, taking a seat next to his desk. She crossed her long legs. Her dress fell open, revealing a sensational pair of legs, framed a black lacey teddy which hid only her crotch.
    “That’s a wonderful pair of legs,” he pointed with his golf club as the picture of the fairway flicked back on the screen, showing the second tee.
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
    “I’m observant, it’s one of the necessities of this job. So what do you want?” he asked, switching to his driver.
    “A position.”
    “A job?”
    “No, a position. There is a difference.”
    “I suppose there is. And what position are you seeking?”
    “Doggy style, preferably bent over your desk.”
    “Oh, whoa,” he said, flubbing his shot. Predictably, it went into the rough, but he no longer cared. He tried to sink his club into the bag and missed. It leaned slowly and thumped on the floor in front of his feet.
    “Oh, bad start,” she said, looking down at his club.
    “You… you… you are looking for sex?” he asked, taking a seat behind his desk. The beautiful woman had him flustered, something he rarely felt.
    “I am. I was told by a friend that as high and mighty as you are, up here in your lush office, you could be had.”
    “By who?”
    “Your secretary, Miss Martin.”
    “Jessica, have you been listening?” he asked the room at large. He knew that he had not switched off the intercom, so unless she had, it was still on.
    “Yes sir,” she reluctantly admitted.
    “Haul your ass in here, Jessica.”
    “Yes sir,” she moaned.
    “If you wish, I could just stand up and walk out,” the woman said.
    “Want to bet?”
    “Oh, I have peeked your interest.”
    “And I, good lady, have peeked under your skirt. And I like what I see, by the way, but let’s get to the bottom of this.”
    “Oh certainly,” she said, turning to watch Jessica walk up to the desk.
    “Jessica, do you know this woman?”
    “Yes sir, remotely.”
    “And why did you send her to me?”
    “Because sex in my office would be out of the question,” she snorted, then straightened her face.
    Daniel glared, then raised an eyebrow. “I should give you a good lashing.”
    “Yes you should,” Jessica said emphatically.
    “Perhaps later. This lady comes first.”
    “Literally?”
    “Yes, literally. I want you to stand right there in front of my desk and watch, while I fuck this lady half to death,” Daniel said with great relish.
    “Very well, if I must.”
    “Up here young lady,” Daniel slapped the desk in front of his chair. The lady stood and slowly marched over, then took a seat on the edge of the desk before him. Her dress opened wide. He folded the layer of cloth back, revealing her entire lower body clear up to her waist. It was very beautiful. The black lace teddy moved easily against her crotch, as she crossed her legs. Daniel ran his hand down the smooth length of her leg, then looked up into her face. She leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. His fingers wandered beneath her lace teddy and explored her womanhood. Her kiss became far more urgent with two fingers inside her pussy. She uncrossed her legs and opened them wide.
    Daniel popped the two fingers into his mouth and sucked, while smiling up at her.
    “Delicious,” he whispered.
    “I know,” she smiled.
    Daniel stood and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them as he moved closer to her. He placed his hands on her soft thighs. Her legs looked magnificent. Her black teddy accented her pointed mound. Her black stockings ended just below the teddy, making her legs look long and sexy. There was six inches of bare skin above each stocking. He leaned down and kissed them both tenderly, then held his cock in his hand. He pushed her teddy aside and leaned forward until his cock touched her pussy. She huffed dramatically, waiting for his insertion. It came suddenly, brutally. She screamed and leaned backwards over the desk. Her body laid clear across the desk, while her legs hung down to the floor. The top of her head nearly touched Jessica’s thigh, as it hung off the far side of the polished desktop.
    Jessica sank to her knees and kissed the lovely face beneath her, while supporting it in her hand.
    Daniel slowly began sliding his cock in and out of the feathery soft pussy lips of the lady. She was magnificent. He watched the lesbian kiss across his desk. It was a big turn- on.
    The lady’s head began bouncing as Daniel hammered away into her pussy. He paused and reached down, taking one leg in each hand and pulling her crotch closer to the edge of the desk. Her head slid up onto the desk, alleviating the need for Jessica to support it.
    “I suppose while you’re down there, you might as well make yourself useful,” Jessica said, reaching down and removing her panties. She raised one leg up on the desk and pulled the lady’s face into her pussy. The lady eagerly reached up, grabbing Jessica’s ass and thigh, and sinking her face between Jessica’s open legs. Her mouth immediately began working in Jessica’s pussy.
    “Oh God, that’s so damned sexy,” Daniel whispered. Jessica’s brunette pussy was open wide, with one foot up on the desk. It was stretched to the limit. He could clearly see the lady’s mouth working against those sexy pussy lips. Her tongue strummed Jessica’s pussy, eliciting tiny little kitten cries from Jessica. Jessica reached down and rolled the top of the lady’s dress down to reveal her breasts. She captured the lady’s plentiful breasts in her greedy hands. She mashed them unmercifully, as the woman feasted on her wet sex, out of sight beneath her skirt.
    The lady’s hot mouth and agile tongue flayed her pussy relentlessly. Fire shot through her loins into her ass, and up to her breasts. Her heart pounded wildly, her breath came in ragged gasps. Her ultra-sensitive pussy felt every little touch, every tingle and blast of hot breath. The tongue created a dainty trail of pleasure from the top to the bottom of her pussy. She stretched her neck and extended her tongue to reach Jessica’s ass. She tongued it liberally, before going back to Jessica’s sweet, open pussy. Her nose tickled Jessica’s clit, as her tongue plunged up inside her vulva.
    Adding to the immense pleasure in her pussy, was the sight of Daniel’s six inch long cock sliding in and out of the lady’s black haired pussy. They were both erotic, very tempting to a bi-sexual girl like Jessica. If she feasted down there she wouldn’t know which to attack first. She licked her lips, with her eyes half closed, watching Daniel make love to the mysterious lady in black. She looked very sexy in her now topless black dress, with the bottom opened wide to reveal her black lacey teddy. Her pussy looked absolutely delicious to Jessica. She moaned as she watched Daniel filling that delicious morsel with hot meat.
    “I’m going to cum,” Jessica whispered. The lady intensified her attack on Jessica’s sweet cunt lips. She pulled and prodded, flicked her tongue over her clit, then tongue fucked her for a moment, before sucking the clit into her mouth and pulling savagely at the stiff little member.
    Jessica gasped, holding the lady’s tits in a death- grip. She cried ever-louder until she reached down and grabbed the lady’s face, holding it against her pussy. She wailed and shivered, jerking out of control as her quivering pussy spasmed around the lady’s tongue. In a moment she jumped away from the lady’s eager mouth. It was just too much to take. She leaned down and kissed the lady, tasting her own juices.
    Daniel began moaning louder and louder. He grunted, closing his eyes and dropping his head as his orgasm intensified.
    “Oh fuck,” he yelled, stiffening against the lady’s hot pussy. He jerked uncontrollably, filling her hot twat with his thick cream. All too soon, he was empty. He pulled out of the lady reluctantly and sat in his chair with an exhausted crash. Jessica sprinted around the desk and knelt between the lady’s thighs. As the tired legs rested on her shoulders, Jessica’s eager mouth replaced Daniel’s cock.
    Jessica chocked slightly at the gush of white cum filling her mouth. She drank bravely until the cum stopped spilling out of the now empty tunnel. Once the cum was out of the way she licked the lady’s sweet pussy eagerly. Holding the teddy aside with one hand, she petted the black pelt of hair with the other. She held the thighs well open, while her mouth worshiped the lady’s delicious womanhood. The smell of a man, combined with the smell of the lady, was very exciting to Jessica. She eagerly nuzzled the lady’s clit, while her tongue repeatedly slid up inside the lady, cleaning and pleasuring it both at the same time.
    “That is so fucking sexy,” Daniel whispered from behind them.
    Jessica had to agree. There was nothing more exciting than a little girl-on-girl action. She too liked a hot cock thrust up her pussy, but she also liked the feeling given by the gentle, knowing mouth of a woman.
    “Oh yes, oh yes,” the lady chanted over and over. She began pounding Jessica’s face with her wet pussy. She closed her legs around Jessica’s head, and humped her back on the desk, while rubbing her pussy against Jessica’s face. She groaned louder, finishing in a loud scream of pleasure. Jessica patiently weathered the attack, watching the lady’s lovely face go through many changes, before it finally relaxed.
    The soft, sexy legs released her head and Jessica stood, wiping her face on the back of her hand. She looked down as the lady slowly opened her eyes and looked up lovingly.
    “Thanks,” she whispered. “That asshole would have left me hanging.”
    “Hey, that’s why I have a secretary, to pick up after me,” Daniel said in an offhanded manner.
    “I get the bathroom first,” the lady said. I have shopping to do. Will you be home on time, darling?” she asked on the way to the washroom.
    “My afternoon’s wide open,” Daniel said, retrieving his club from the floor and taking a practice swing again. He looked funny with no pants on. “What’s for dinner?” he asked, surveying the fairway before him.
    “Fish and chips,” the lady called.
    “I’m next,” Jessica said. “The front office is unmanned.”
    “There seems to be a pecking order here,” Daniel said, taking a swing. The ball flew down the center of the fairway and dropped only a few feet from a water trap. He selected a club while the scene changed.
    “That’s right,” the lady said, drying her face on his white towel. “Wives, ex-wives, and hen pecked husbands.”
    “How about wife, overpaid secretary, and overworked husband,” he called, swinging again. Jessica sat on the desk, kicking a shapely crossed leg as she watched the interplay between her ex-husband and his new wife, who was coincidentally Jessica’s best friend. Jasmine Goddard kissed her husband, then started for the door.
    “As the ex-bitch, I demand equal rights,” Jessica complained.
    “Oh alright,” Jasmine said, coming back and kissing Jessica passionately. “There, happy?”
    “Oh yeah,” Jessica said smiling. She started for the bathroom humming happily to herself.
    “You had better not be dipping into that unless I’m around,” Jasmine warned, before leaving.
    “Me?” he looked shocked. “When would I have time? I do nothing but work, work, work,” he said, setting up for his next shot. Jasmine looked at her husband, naked from the waist down, with his wilted cock swinging between his hairy legs. She giggled to herself and closed the door behind her.

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Trisha shuddered, wrapping her light jacked tightly around her sexy young body. With the click of high heels, she hurried up the front steps of the small private hospital. It was a hospital that specialized in geriatrics and surprisingly, also OBGYN. This came about because the hospital catered to the poor and medical insurance cases which tended to pay less than the average patient. Also, the founding doctor had been a specialist in both fields, and the hospital simply continued the tradition long after he passed away.
  Trisha paused, turning to study the city behind her, then the nearby cars and windows. Her guilty stare searched the windows of each empty car to ensure that she was unobserved.
  Her breath created a slight fog in the air before her.  Set against the old style lampposts of the parking lot, and the thick band of trees beyond, the colorful fall night was a magnificently beautiful sight. Despite the chill she enjoyed the view, although not half as much as she would when the first snow fell. On the other hand anyone watching would enjoy the sight of the exciting, sexy girl paused on the steps.
  With a slightly impish face, a very petite body standing no more that 4′11″, Trisha was the kind of girl that everyone, man or woman, would like to cuddle and take home. Few did, although they all tried. The long hours involved with Trisha’s job precluded any outside involvements, and the rules precluded any inside involvements. So she improvised. She had been making these nightly calls for almost two years, she knew that somebody was bound to complain eventually out jealousy or possibly remorse. Until then it was the ideal solution.
 

Since visiting hours were long over, there were no cars coming or going, but there was several parked in the lot from the night staff and a few in-patients.

  Trisha turned and entered the hospital quietly, allowing the door to gently close behind her before she hurried to the elevators on her right. The night staff was well down the hallway, out of sight. Trisha took the elevator to the third floor. The first thing she saw, as the doors opened, was her mother, sitting behind a desk. The desk reminded her of an island of light in a vast area of darkness. The only bright light showing, was that which blazed down on her mother, giving her an angelic look in her white uniform.

  “Hi mom,” Trisha said airily as she leaned against the counter and looked down at the tv screen behind the desk. “What’s on?”
  “Jerry,” Carla said in a bored, hopeless voice.
  “Why don’t you guys get cable?” Trisha asked, hopping up on the counter. Her slender, but muscular legs looked fantastic in her short, multi-colored skirt. She crossed her legs and allowed her right leg to kick slightly.
  “Don’t ask me, I’m all for it. There’s juice and fruit in the fridge,” she pointed toward the employee’s lounge.

  “Thanks, mom,” Trisha said as she grabbed her usual grapefruit juice and apple. She ate the apple while she returned to the desk. She was beginning to feel that familiar nervous energy which always filled her before a night of pleasure. The juice felt good, in her dry mouth.

  “Any new girls?” she asked casually, taking a bite from her apple while glancing at her mother from the corner of her eye. She knew her mother didn’t actually approve of her activities, although she reluctantly agreed that they were beneficial. Trisha suspected that her mother even tried it a few times herself.
  “Two, one in 3c and another in 3h. I think you will want to start in 3h,” her mother said with a slight smile.
  “A real looker?”
  “An 18 year old pregnant girl who is only here for observation. She’s about 7 months along.”
  “Wow, practically a virgin,” Trisha giggled, tossing the apple core into the trash. She looked into the small can of juice, then drank it down. With a sigh of contentment, Trisha handed the can to her mother, then wiped her mouth with a brilliant smile.
  “Who’s in 3c?”
  “A rather large black woman. She’s… well she’s middle aged and not exactly pretty,” Carla said apologetically, “but she’s nice.”
  “They all look the same below the waist,” Trisha giggled. “Wish me luck,” she waved, walking around the desk toward 3h.
  “Luck,” Carla called absently, returning her attention to the tv. It was only 12:30 AM, she didn’t need to make her rounds until 2:00 AM. By then Trisha should be finished. If not, she could work around her.

  Trisha hummed happily to herself, as she made her way to room 3h. The click of her heals seemed embarrassingly loud, in the silent hospital. She paused, at the partially open door and pulled the chart from a slot in the door. She looked in to see the girl sitting up in bed, looking back at her.

  “Hi,” Trisha said with her cute, impish heart-melting smile. The girl nodded in response, one of her own rare smiles hesitantly crossed her face. In her life she had found few things to smile about. Trisha was a very cute, but looked like a little girl, even though it was obvious from her magnificent breasts that she was a woman. Being small and cute, she was very popular with both sexes. Her smile was infectious, guaranteed to bring a smile to those who saw it. As Carla was fond of saying, Trisha was an adorable little bitch.

  Trisha studied the cart quickly to make sure there were no warnings, such as VD, aids, or TB. The girl appeared to be clean and healthy. She dropped the cart back into the door and stepped inside.

  “Hi,” Trisha said again as she gently closed the door. “Watching TV?” she asked, then realized how moronic the question would sound.
  “Jerry,” the girl nodded. There was a look of puzzlement in her eyes.

  “Yeah, mom is watching the same thing?” Trisha said, pointing over her shoulder. She gently sat on the bed near the girl’s feet. “How are you doing?” she asked sympathetically.
  “Ok, I guess. Are you a nurse?”
  “No, I’m kind of like a counselor, but my mom is. She just let’s me come around at night to talk. Pregnant women tend to get sad and lonely, and nights are always the worst. It’s a hormone thing, I hear.”

  “Oh, I know what you mean. Sometimes I get so damned mad I want to kill somebody, then at times I just want to cry, and there’s no reason for any of it. I feel like I’m being torn apart.
  “You are,” Trisha said sympathetically, placing a hand on the girl’s leg. “I also do massages, if you are interested,” Trisha said brightly, while getnly caressing the girl’s leg. “Got any aches and pains? I can give you a good rubdown while we talk.”
  “No, not really, but a massage would feel really good,” the girl said hopefully.
  “I’m Trisha,” she said, extending her tiny hand.
  “Melissa, but they call me Missy,” the girl said, taking Trisha’s hand into her own, then marveling at it as she opened her hand and looked at Trisha’s tiny fingers in wonder.
  “My feet are small too,” Trisha said with a giggle, holding up a shapely leg for the girl’s inspection. The girl’s eyes traveled from Trisha’s foot, down her leg to her short skirt and beneath it. She stared for several seconds, then met Trisha’s eyes, blushing in embarassment. Trisha feel a surge of excitement fill her body. Missy was definitely interested.
  Melissa was a hot blonde with green eyes. She was barely 18 and would have had an amazing figure, if it wasn’t for her large belly. She would have made a good dancer.
  “I know you can’t lay on your stomach, and I have to be careful or I can induce labor, but there are a few things I can do that will feel pleasant,” Tina whispered. “If you don’t mind, I will just lock the door,” she said, edging toward the door hesitantly.
  “Oh sure,” Missy said, then swallowed nervously. Once again her eyes dropped to Trisha’s short skirt and magnificent legs. They were so tiny, yet muscular and magnificent. Trisha felt her pussy beginning to heat up. She knew without a doubt, that she would have Missy tonight. Of course most women did succumb to Trisha’s sexy innuendos. One other side effect of the hormones, was a pregnant woman’s tendency toward lesbianism. A girl who was totally straight, might have lesbian dreams, thoughts, and tendencies during pregnancy. And Trisha took full advantage of it. Besides, there was something very sexy about making love to a pregnant woman. Maybe it was the voyeuristic aspect of it, after all, there was a third party watching, even if it was a small third party. It was a proven fact that a fetus could remember events leading up to it’s own birth. How many would remember Trisha?
  “You are so damned cute,” Missy said breathlessly, watching Trisha return to the bed.
  “Thanks, Missy,” Trisha said with a big smile. She wondered who would bring up the subject of sex first, her or Missy. Missy seemed to be hot and ready.
  “Do you want to take off your gown?” Trisha asked.
  “No, I don’t like people seeing me like this?” Missy put her hands on her large stomach.
  “Oh Missy, that’s so wrong. Being pregnant is sexy, even if you don’t feel sexy at the moment. It really is,” she said, seeing the look of doubt on Missy’s face.
  “I’m big and fat,” Missy moaned.
  “I bet you aren’t. I bet you still have a cute little ass and long sexy legs down there. Am I right?”
  “I don’t know, I haven’t seen them in months,” Missy laughed.
  “Let me check,” Trisha giggled. She pulled the sheet up and looked at Missy’s legs. “Yup, still shapely and beautiful.” “Wow, your skin looks like sweet cream,” Trisha leaned down and kissed Missy’s knee. Trisha heard the sharp intake of breath. She smiled to herself as she lifted the gown and looked at Missy’s ass.
  “Oh yes, absolutely perfect,” Trisha said, gently caressing the right side of Missy’s panty covered ass. “You even have a few freckles down here.”
  “Oh… oh God,” Missy gasped.
  “What’s the matter, been a while since you’ve had sex?” Trisha asked sympathetically. She held her breath, waiting for the answer. She was shaking inside. This was the moment of the ultimate excitement. Either Missy would send her away in disgust, or invite her in for a snack.
  “I’ve… I’ve only had sex once, the night I became pregnant. And I was drunk, so I don’t remember much.”
  “Don’t worry, you will have a lifetime of sex. As pretty as you are, there will be guys, and a few girls, beating your door down. Believe me, I’m bi-sexual, so I know,” Trisha said, again holding her breath. She had tossed down the gauntlet, now it was Missy’s turn to pick it up.
  “Really?”
  “Absolutely,” Trisha said emphatically.
  “Then you wouldn’t mind…” Missy stopped, suddenly frightened and embarrassed. “I mean even though I’m pregnant?”
  “I would love to make love to you,” Trisha said breathlessly.
  “Oh God, this is so… exciting,” Missy said nervously. She was shaking, but Trisha pretended not to notice. Trisha leaned down and kissed Missy’s leg, just above the knee.
  “Are you sure the door’s locked?” Missy asked nervously.
  “Absolutely. But don’t worry, mom wouldn’t let anybody come in here.”
  “Mom? You mean that night nurse is your mom?”
  “Uh-huh,” Trisha nodded, kissing Missy’s leg just a little above the last kiss. Missy’s breath was coming in shuddering gasps. Trisha heard the whir of the bed as Missy pressed the control to raise the head of the bed. She pulled the sheet back so she could watch Trisha lower her beautiful face and kiss the soft flesh of Missy’s inner things with her sweet red lips.
  “Oh, you are so cute,” Missy gasped. Trisha smiled as she kissed Missy’s leg, just a little closer to her pussy. She could now smell the girl’s sex. It was heady and exciting. She knew she would be tasting it in a moment. This was always the most exciting part. She was suddenly confronted by a pair of yellowish-white cotton panties. She knew that an OBGYN always recommended cotton panties for a pregnant woman. She had seen many.
  “Let’s just take these off,” Trisha said in an innocent voice. “Raise up,” she said, pulling slightly on each leg hole.
  When Missy struggled to raise her ass from the bed, her panties seemed to jump off her body. Trisha pulled them from her feet and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply.
  “Oh God,” Missy shuddered in an awed voice. She had never seen anyone sniff her panties before, although her brother had done so many times. She never imagined that a beautiful woman would be so inclined. It made her feel… sexy and delicious.
  “Oh, a natural blonde,” Trisha looked up in surprise.
  “Yeah,” Missy smiled nervously.
  “I’ve never eaten a blonde before,” Trisha said before pressing her mouth to Missy’s pussy. Missy gasped, lifting her pussy to meet Trisha’s warm mouth. Trisha caressed the soft flesh of Missy’s thighs as she worked her mouth down into the moist crack of Missy’s sex. She paused and licked her lips with a smile. “You are delicious,” she whispered, meeting Missy’s amazed gaze.
  “I wish I could see, but my stomach is in the way,” Missy complained.
  “Maybe we can do this again when you are not pregnant,” Trisha smiled before lowering her mouth to Missy’s pussy. She sucked harshly, sending vibrations throughout Missy’s body. Missy gasped loudly and stiffened. Trisha’s tongue plunged up inside her, causing her to gasp again.
  Missy raised her right foot and placed it on Trisha’s back, giving her better access to her pussy from beside the bed. The small hospital bed was too small for two people, but Trisha was used to this. She had eaten over a hundred pussies from beside a hospital bed. A little inconvenience didn’t make them any less delicious.
  Trisha pulled away slightly and used her long, agile tongue to explore the wet folds of Missy’s juicy pussy. The sound of her wet, licking tongue was almost as loud as Missy’s harsh gasps and moans. The aroma of Missy’s pussy filled the room with it’s sexy alluring scent.
  Missy endured the heavenly feelings in her pussy. At first she had been nervous but eager, now she dreaded the moment when she orgasmed and the sweet little girl left. She wanted Trisha to stay forever. She loved the electric jolts shooting through her pussy, ass, and abdomen. She could only visualize how exciting it would be to see Trisha licking her so diligently, sucking her juices, and her clit.
  Trisha suddenly clamped her teeth over Missy’s clit and pulled it through her teeth. Missy cried out and closed her legs over Trisha’s sweet face. She could feel Missy’s persistent face working between her legs, caressing her thighs. It felt glorious.
  Trisha lapped like dog, then kissed the swollen red lips of Missy’s pussy, moving her lips up and down until she again sucked Missy’s clit into her mouth. She sucked unrelentingly, working her mouth from side to side, jerking the clit between her lips and stimulating Missy’s pussy with her thrashing mouth.
  “Of fuck, this is so incredible,” Missy gushed with a sigh. “It’s so fucking fantastic,” she moaned. The feeling of Trisha’s vigorous head bobby between her legs was almost as wonderful as her mouth. Her soft hair tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and the sensitive crack between her body and legs.
  Trisha wiggled her shapely ass next to the bed, just a little out of Missy’s reach. Her eyes went to the colorful skirt and long, delicious legs. Missy suddenly realized that she wanted to taste Trisha’s pussy. She had never fantasized about another woman before, but she had to have Trisha. It was like a hunger inside her chest. Licking her sweet red lips, her eyes traveled up and down Trisha’s legs and tried to see through the soft material of her short skirt.
  “I want to try you,” Missy whispered nervously. She felt Trisha nod enthusiastically, from between her legs.
  “Please, can we 69?” Missy begged.
  “I’m sorry,” Trisha said, pulling her head from between Missy’s soft thighs. “Due to your condition, that’s impossible.”
  “Oh, my stomach,” Missy said in embarassment. Trisha nodded with a happy smile.
  “You can do me when I’m done with you,” if you’d like,” Trisha whispered.
  “Oh yes, I would like to. More than anything else in this world,” Missy gasped.
  “Ok,” Trisha said brightly, then slid her head back in between Missy’s legs as she open them wide.
  “Oh yes,” Missy sighed, feeling the agile tongue probing every little nook and cranny of her moist flesh. It seemed to be everywhere at once.
  Trisha repeatedly licked then sucked on Missy’s clit. Missy tried to restrain her screams of passion. Her legs flew open to give Trisha better access to her womanhood. She could feel Trisha’s tongue throughout her body.
  Trisha sucked savagely on Missy’s clit, throwing her head from side to side. The savage jerking and thrashing of her clit seemed to create an explosion between Missy’s legs. With eyes wide in horrified pleasure, Missy threw her head back and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. Her breath came out in shuddering gasps. She had left the world of humans and gone on to a better world. A world of softly scented pussies and wild passion. Missy had never imagined that sex could feel so incredible.
  Trisha held her pussy open and lashed the swollen clit with her tongue. Missy jerked on the bed in response to the horrible pleasure being given to her wild, excited cunt. She reached down to her own breasts and pulled one enormous breast to her mouth, licking it with her long, agile tongue. In a moment the two tongues seemed to lash out in sympathy.
  Trisha stood up for a moment and rubbed Missy’s pussy while she smiled down at her. Her neck was beginning to hurt and she needed to rest for a moment. Besides, she loved seeing the look of blissful pleasure on Missy’s sweet young face. She was so precious, a beautiful blonde baby with a baby of her own.
  Trisha moved closer to Missy’s head, leaned down and captured Missy’s right breast in her lips, while continuing to rub her moist crotch. Missy watched in amazement, her eyes never leaving Trisha’s beautiful face. As Trisha smiled into her eyes, Missy took Trisha’s face into her hands and pulled her close for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate. Trisha’s hand never left Missy’s pussy. Now, with Missy’s increased urgency, Trisha knew it was time to return to her pussy and finish her. Missy was getting close.
  “Don’t go,” Missy gasped.
  “I need to taste you, lick you to an orgasm,” Trisha said with a smile. She lowered her face, pried Missy’s pussy lips open and licked her pussy from bottom to top. The juices were sweet and abundant. She sucked briefly on Missy’s vulva, savoring a mouth full of juice, before returning to the girl’s swollen clit.
  Holding her pussy open she bathed it with long, loving strokes, then she pursed her lips and sucked savagely on Missy’s sensitive clit. Working as fast as she could, Trisha sucked rapidly, then lashed the swollen clit with her stiff, rough tongue. Missy’s cries were loud in the room, but a hospital was used to hearing cries in the night. A hospital was a place of pain and agony. Trisha was making it a place of sweet, sensual pleasure.
  Missy threw her legs wide. Her face twisted in pleasure as the mouth worked furiously on her how steamy pussy. Missy felt her pussy beginning to go numb. She knew she was just seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm.
  With ever-increasing moans of agonized pleasure, she watched the back of Trisha’s head bobbing between her legs as the fire intensified, engulfing her entire crotch and ass. Missy would have given anything to see that sweet latin face munching between her legs, but she was forced to visualize it in her head, while feeling every action in her pussy. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. In a way, this was her first sex, at least the first she could remember, and it was wonderful, as first sex should be.
  “Oh, eat me,” Missy gasped.
  “Uh-huh,” Trisha said from between her legs.
  “Ah, ah, ah!” Missy screamed.
  Trisha smiled, although Missy could not see her.
  “Oh fuck,” Missy yelled, throwing her head back. She massaged her enormous breasts as her orgasm neared, only seconds away. She tensed, feeling the flood of fire hesitating for only a moment, then exploding inside her loins. Screaming and bouncing like a mad woman, she rode her pussy against Trisha’s sweet mouth while her loins spasmed, tearing her apart. Holding Missy’s thighs in a firm grip, Trisha maintained suction on Missy’s clit, as she bucked and screamed like a man woman. She clamped her legs around Trisha’s head and hunched her pussy against her lips, as her loins clenched and exploded, time after time.
  Trisha tasted the slight taste of urine, which was not unusual for a pregnant woman, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact the slight arid taste served to accent the flavor of Missy’s pussy. Trisha began to realize that Missy was about to break the record for the all time biggest orgasm she had ever experience. Slowly, reluctantly, Missy began to relax and quiet, jerking only occasionally as the after-shocks of her orgasm shot through her pussy. Slowly, gasping for breath, Missy opened her legs, releasing Trisha from her grasp.
  Gasping for her own breath, Trisha neared Missy’s sweaty face and stood looking down at her. As Missy opened her beautiful green eyes, Trisha surged forward and kissed her passionately. This was the moment that Trisha regretted the most. This was the moment when straight women, women who had simply been horny, would look up in revulsion and order her out of their room. She hated that moment. As she forced her kiss on Missy’s lips, she searched her eye for any sign of revulsion or resistance. There was none. Missy’s hand went to the back of Trisha’s head and pulled her down, while her own hot lips searched Trisha’s.
  “Get on the bed,” Missy said, sitting up suddenly.
  “No, I can’t,” Trisha said, then saw the look of intense disappointment cross Missy’s face. Her heart surged in reaction.
  “I mean,” Trisha hurried to say, “you’re 7 months pregnant, you must remain in the bed. I will sit on your face, for lack of a better expression.”
  “Ok,” Missy said eagerly as Trisha climbed up on the bed.
  This was one of Trisha’s favorite parts. She could see that Missy was shaking in excitement. Her hands shook as she touched Trisha’s rounded hips. Her eyes devoured Trisha’s small pussy and neatly manicured bush. There was just a tuft of soft brown hair remaining above her pussy. Everything else had been removed by Trisha’s mother using electrolysis. It had been a long, painful process which left the area around her pussy neatly clean and baby-soft.
  Trisha swung one leg over Missy’s face, then leaned down to push as second pillow beneath Missy’s head. While she did, Missy lunged upward and kissed Trisha’s tiny, girl- like pussy.
  “Oh yes,” she gasped quietly as she licked her lips. Trisha’s pussy was very wet. Eating a sweet young girl like Missy tended to get her that way. She smiled down at Missy while she adjusted the pillow. Missy opened her mouth to await a drop of pussy juice which collected like dew at the bottom of her pussy, then dripped down into Missy’s waiting mouth. The sight was very exciting for Trisha, she felt her pussy clench in response.
  “You are the most exciting girl I’ve ever seen,” Missy said in adoration.
  “You’re pretty cute yourself,” Trisha said as she gently lowered her pussy. Missy grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy down to her waiting lips, moaning at the pleasure of first contact.
  “Ah, ah, oh,” Trisha moaned as Missy’s eager mouth sucked her pussy like a lemon. She was being milked for her juices, which were eagerly savored and swallowed by Missy.
  “I’m a food group,” Missy thought to herself. She rode up and down on the eager mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the hot lips and nimble tongue sliding up inside her like an eager snake. The tongue probed her moist pussy lips, eagerly seeking warmth, liquid, and pleasure, in the tiny woman’s loins.
  “Oh yes,” Trisha gasped, riding rhythmically.
  She gasped loudly. Her leg muscles tightened around the sweet blonde face looking up at her. Missy’s hands searched for and squeezed her small, budding breasts.
  Missy’s lips repeated sucked Trisha’s pointed clit into her lips, then released it. The thrill of her clit sliding between Missy’s hot red lips, was exquisite. It was like fucking a wonderful, agile pussy with her clit.
  Because of her position, below Trisha, Missy’s mouth filled with juices repeatedly. She simply swallowed Trisha’s offering and continued eating. She felt as though she was drowning in pussy slime, but she didn’t mind. She was willing to die in such an exciting, sexy manner. Death by pussy was one of her new fantasies, as long as the pussy belonged to Trisha.
  “Um, yes,” Trisha whispered down to Missy. She licked her lips, then closed her eyes, tipping her head back until she was facing the ceiling. Her body bobbed rhythmically on Missy’s sweet face. Fire shot between her legs and up to her tits.
  Missy stuck her tongue up Trisha’s vulva and sucked harshly. Trisha was about to cry out at the pain, but before she could Missy released her. Her long tongue squirmed inside of Trisha, searching out her sweet scent and abundant juices.
  Trisha rode more quickly, tongue fucking herself on Missy’s willing tongue. The sensation was heavenly.
  Missy sucked again and Trisha cried out in pain, lifting off her mouth to escape the savage lips. Missy surged upward, capturing the small pussy in her lips and milking it repeatedly by pulling her mouth off, only to surge upward again.
  With an aching neck, Missy fell back on the pillow and massaged Trisha’s pussy with her hand.
  “You are so sexy and delicious,” Missy whispered. “Can we do this again?”
  “Maybe,” Trisha said non-committally. She had heard the same thing many times. She actually tried a few relationships, but the time spent on her job, and the ensuing jealously, always made any relationship end in hate and pain. She didn’t want to face that again. Trisha was a college student who danced naked on stage in her spare time. That didn’t leave much time for anyone else.
  “Please?” Missy begged. Her hand stirred the mush of Trisha’s wet pussy frantically.
  “I will see you again while you are here. We can discuss other arrangements later,” Trisha moaned, unwilling to spoil her imminent orgasm.
  “Ok,” Missy smiled before pulling Trisha’s pussy down to her mouth. She wiggled a finger in beneath Trisha and inserted it into her pussy, while her mouth returned to Trisha’s clit. This was exactly what Trisha needed, she needed to feel something inside her. Missy was very intuitive.
  Lapping like a dog, Missy’s tongue strummed Trisha’s swollen clit, while her finger wiggled inside her. Trisha rolled her head from side to side, with her eyes tightly closed. A huge smile lit her sweet elfin face.
  Missy began sucking savagely on her clit, but this time she didn’t care. She was so hot that the pain simply intensified her pleasure. She jerked her pussy forward, fucking herself on the long finger, while flailing her pussy against the sweet soft face beneath her. She looked back at Missy’s open robe, her swollen stomach and huge bouncing breasts. The patch of very light brown hair beckoned her enticingly, but she knew that the girl’s stomach was too large to allow a 69. Already, she was craving the taste of pussy again. Looking down at the sweet, adoring face and green eyes, she massaged the girl’s blonde hair as the girl ravaged her loins.
  “Oh, your mouth feels so good,” Trisha gasped, looking into those deep pools of green.
  Missy’s moans matched Trisha’s gasps of pleasure. Both sounds echoed through the room, and the quiet hospital. The smell of pussy was strong and heady in the room. It’s alluring aroma would remain in the room for hours, even days.
  “Oh, lick my pussy, make me cum,” Trisha murmured. She reached back and took one huge globe of breast into her hand, mashing it violently as Missy’s tongue strummed her clit. Trisha wished that Missy’s finger was longer. She wanted to feel a huge finger inside her pussy, the size of a dick. She looked around the room for something to use as a dildo, but she saw nothing.
  She again looked longingly at the pussy behind her, but knew it was far from reach. Maybe if Missy was on top and she was on the bottom… no that would be too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Her mother trusted her to take care of her patients. She would not betray that trust and get her mother into trouble. Maybe she could eat Missy again, if time permitted.
  “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Trisha gasped. She was shocked at the intensity of the fire brewing between her open legs. Missy was about to give her a big orgasm. Missy pulled her thumb out of Trisha’s pussy and inserted her thumb. Trisha liked this, it was shorter but much thicker. Suddenly the thumb disappeared and Missy’s index and middle finger replaced it. Trisha new that Missy as looking for a way to give her a truly memorable orgasm. And she was succeeding.
  “Another finger,” Trisha gasped. “Use another finger.”
  Missy reluctantly inserted a third, then all four fingers. They felt enormous inside her. She tried to adjust her posture to make more room for the fingers. Suddenly time seemed to stand still as her orgasm intensified and paused, then exploded with a horrible intensity. Bucking on the poor girl’s mouth, and rubbing her pussy against the hot red lips, Trisha ignored Missy’s temporary pain, in the throes of a huge orgasm. Grunting like a wild animal, Trisha hunched her pussy against the helpless face. With her face twisted in pain and pleasure, she rode the sweet face over and over again, only relenting when her orgasm began to wane and dissipate.
  “Oh yes,” Trisha said, over and over in an ever-quieting voice. Slowly she relaxed and settled onto Missy’s smiling face. Missy slowly pulled her fingers out of Trisha’s pussy. Trisha squealed and shot up off Missy. She reluctantly turned and rolled off of Missy, sitting on the edge of the bed as her body relaxed. Missy licked her fingers clean, then placed a hand on Trisha’s soft thigh.
  “You were wonderful,” Missy said in a small voice.
  “So were you,” Trisha said, turning and kissing Missy on her soft lips. “I’ve never cum so big before.”
  “Really?” Missy gave her an innocent look.
  “Absolutely. God, what time is it?” she suddenly asked.
  “About 2,” Missy said, glancing at her watch.
  “I have to go. How long will you be in?” Trisha asked as she pulled on clothing.
  “I don’t know. I might go home tomorrow.”
  “Damned.”
  “Can we see each other out in the real world?” Missy asked hopefully. Trisha thought for a moment, then made a decision.
  “Come to Antonio’s when you get a chance. I dance there.”
  “Really,” Missy said joyously.
  “Bye,” Trisha said, giving her a quick kiss, then rushing toward the door.
  She found her mother waiting outside the door. She looked curious and happy.
  “Well, it took you long enough,” Her mother said.
  “She’s special,” Trisha said, her cheeks dimpling in embarassment.
  “I told you so. 3C is available now. I just finished with her and she’s all bedded down for the night.”
  “Do you think… I mean is she…”
  “Lesbian? I believe so. While I was taking her temperature I leaned my pussy against her hand, where it lay on the side of the bed. She didn’t move it,” her mother said with a smile.
  “Is she pretty?” Trisha asked in growing excitement.
  “Well she looks like the woman on the pancake syrup, if that’s any indication,” her mother laughed.
  “I can live with that,” Trisha laughed, rushing forward. She gave her mother a quick kiss on the lips, then hurried down the hall. Her mother watched her thoughtfully, licking her lips as she watched her impulsive daughter rush away to eat a patient’s pussy. “Who would have guessed…” she whispered, then licked her lips again, tasting the distinctive taste of a sweet young pussy, left by her daughter’s lips. The taste stirred old memories, and college days filled with exotic excitement. She watched her daughter disappear, then hurried into Missy’s room.
  “Hi, Melissa, I’m Trisha’s mom, Carla, and you taste absolutely delicious,” she said as the door closed behind her. It was only a moment before the distinctive click of the lock echoed in the empty hallway. 

Carla

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Brandy’s Sex Affair…

By Brandy at 11:30 pm on September 4, 2007 | No comments

Hey guys!  This is a true-life story about me & my gf Julie…hope you enjoy!

  

 Horns honked, lights reflected off chrome and glass as they passed. Far away a siren wailed, announcing to the world that another accident had taken place, perhaps another life ended. People walked the dirty streets kicking cans and bottle out of their path. Paper blew into the gutters by a cool fall breeze adding it’s bulk to the trash already collected there.
 

 The streets and sidewalks were filled with people looking for a little action. In a mundane life where every day was the same, any action was better than no action. The old Centurion theater showed the latest in a three month old movie. Blow was advertised in huge letters. Blow was another name for cocaine, which was one of the few drugs which had no place here. Cocaine was for the very rich. This was not a rich part of town and hadn’t been since the early 1920’s. Prostitutes plied their trade on the corners, or in front of the adult book stores. The letters S - E - X, flashed on assorted signs for as far as the eye could see.

  Pimps strutted up and down the sidewalks, looking for clients, or watching out for cops. There were few cops in this area, and those who did show drove through quickly without stopping. A cop would be crazy to be seen in that part of town. A cop had a gun for protection. The citizens of this part of town had many. No cop would be crazy enough to mix with the scum of the Earth. No cop… except one. Brandy Jane Haines, a two year veteran who specialized in prostitutes and prostitution, the least favorite part of police work.

  Brandy Jane herself would have made a fantastic prostitute. She had the looks to match even this highest of high paid call girls. The passing lights reflected off her creamy complexion. Her blonde hair gleamed in the twilight. Her beautiful face showed some concern at the moment. She licked her dark red lips as she watched the object of her attention. A cute, short-haired prostitute, something of an air-headed, perhaps, but a strikingly beautiful brunette who now danced and laughed across the street in a fake fur coat and fishnet stockings. She hung out with her partner, a light complected black girl with beads in her hair. Brandy Jane had kept these subjects under surveillance for many hours. She was not there to bust them, she wanted something else. But it must be at just the right moment. Now was that moment.

  “Dispatch, this is 12 Alpha 6, breaking off, actor has identified this unit as UC,” Brandy lied. She was breaking off surveillance, but she had not been spotted by the prostitute. She simply didn’t want to be seen with the girl while on duty.

  “Roger, 12 Alpha 6. Go EOW.”

  “Affirmative, I will be EOW at my home 20,” Brandy lied again. She had no intention of going home. Brandy had a small idiosyncracy. Some people might call it a character flaw or perversion. Some may even call it sick. Whatever they call it, it was as real to Brandy as compulsive anxiety disorder or nymphomania. Brandy stepped out of her unmarked car, slid the baton into the belt loop, and put on her blue hat. She stepped out into the street so she could be seen by the prostitutes. They grew alert, about to run, but Brandy stopped the brunette by crooking her finger.
  “What!” the girl yelled while still half way across the street. She side-stepped a taxi and approached Brandy. A black man in a real fur coat hurried across the road to intercept them.
  “Is that your pimp?” Brandy demanded.
  “Yeah.”
  “Tell him to go away, or I will shoot him in the knee caps.
  “Go, Joey, it’s all right,” the girl said in her nasal voice. “So what do you want, cop? You here to roust me?”
  “No, I’m here to hire you.”
  “Really? Is that uniform for real?”
  “It’s real, but I’m off duty.”
  “Oh. Ok,” the girl said happily.
  “Joey, I’ll be ok,” she screamed in annoyance at the young man, still hovering on the sidewalk. “She’s a customer.”
  Joey looked skeptical, then dismissed them both with a disgusted wave of his hands.
  “Are you really a customer? I’ve never done a girl before,” she said with a smile.
  “Any objections?”
  “No, that’s fine with me, as long as I get paid.”
  “You will, but this is something special. It’s not quite what you think it is.”
  “Yeah. Well what?” she asked, suddenly interested.
  “It’s hard to explain. The first part is just fuck a guy, but not any guy, a clean guy, nice looking, no tracks.”
  “Down here?”
  “I know,” Brandy smiled, “that’s a tall order, but I’m sure there is one such guy here somewhere.”
  “If he is, he’s probably gay.”
  “Let’s hope not. If it’s impossible we can go somewhere else.”
  “Hey, the IGA closes soon. It’s full of delicious young boys who will be going home to mommy.”
  “Perfect, absolutely perfect,” Brandy gasped. “When?”
  “In 23 minutes,” the girl looked at her watch. “Hey, I’ve tried before and they won’t spend a dollar on a whore. Believe me, I really did try. I think their mommies count their money when they get home.”
  “Did you try giving it away?”
  “Hell no, Joey would kill me,” she snorted.
  “Well I’m buying. You fuck the first good looking young man you see, and I’ll pay for it.”
  “Yeah, I can do that,” she said with more confidence.
  “Should we move?”
  “Yeah, there’s an alley beside the store…”

Brandy stood at the back of the alley. The bulk of a dumpster hid her from sight. It was dark in the alley, but it was a blind alley with only one way in and out. Brandy wasn’t worried about an attack. She watched Julie plying her trade. She really was very good at it, her body alone gained the attention of every man who walked out of the store. It was only a matter of time before she talked one young man into fucking her.

  “I’m Julie,” her voice echoed down the dark alley to Brandy. “Bradley”, the young man said nervously. He looked around the dark alley. For a moment he stared directly at Brandy, but he couldn’t see her. Still, it made her nervous. The car door slammed and the car began to move back and forth, as they disrobed and made themselves more comfortable. For a moment the car steadied, then the familiar rhythmic squeak of the springs let Brandy know that it was safe to approach the car. She snuck forward one foot at a time, until she could see movement in the front passenger seat. She moved slightly closer and found Julie in the seat, naked with her feet up on the dash, while Bradley pounded away at her pussy from where he knelt in front of her. Julie seemed to be enjoying herself, but you never could tell with a whore. They could be great actors, if they cared enough to fake it.

Julie left her coat in the car. There were times when looking like a whore was beneficial. Otherwise a man may be afraid to ask if she was a whore or not. You couldn’t sell much pussy if you looked like a high school girl who would yell for the police.

  There were other times, like now, when looking like a whore was bad. She wanted to attract one of the delicious young men who wouldn’t buy a whore if their life depended on it. It was a macho thing. Some men when through life without ever having fucked a whore, the pathetic bastards. They would rather jack off instead of sinking their stiff manhood into the soft, wet lips of a beautiful young woman’s pussy. What was the matter with those losers? You only live once, you want to grow old and senile and remember all the good times when you spurted your cum into a toilet? There was something wrong with that.

  Julie suddenly spotted her man. An 18 year old coming out of the store, with a jacket thrown over his left shoulder. He really needed a good fuck, in Julie’s opinion.
  “Hey kid, you want a little action?” she asked with a friendly smile.
  “Fuck off,” he said in disdain.
  “I’ll kick your fucking ass, you little weasel,” she glared as he hurried away. Another young man pushed through the glass doors. He was followed by a customer. Julie let him pass without speaking. The customer, an old woman, was giving her the eye as she pushed a cart of groceries to her car. Julie could wait.
  The third teen looked promising. He had blonde hair, a perfect complexion, and the muscles of a football player. He looked buff.
  “Are you Tommy?” she asked, pretending to be embarrassed.
  “No. Can I help you?”
  “I’m supposed to be Tommy’s birthday present. I’m all paid for, but I’m afraid I’ve come to the wrong store. I hate to go home without fucking somebody.
  The young man swallowed quickly. His eyes bulged out as he looked her over from head to toe. She was beautiful, of course. That’s why Brandy had picked her.
  “I… I could be Tommy,” he said with a shrug.
  “Could you?” Julie said hopefully. I have a car back here, it’s not a palace, but it’s better than screwing in the alley,” she said, leading the boy back to Brandy’s car.
  “I’m Julie,” Julie said, extending her hand.
  “Bradley,” he said nervously, taking her hand and holding it until they entered the car. Bradley locked all the doors before they started. Julie had to admit that she felt better with the doors locked, but what would Brandy say? Hell, she didn’t even know what Brandy wanted, which excited her a little. She was also excited about the prospect of doing Brandy. She had always wanted to experiment with other women, but had never had the chance until now. There was little that could excite her and any excitement in her life was welcome. Sex for her was as exciting as taking a shit, and gave her the same amount of pleasure. It was just another bodily function to a street walker. But mystery and excitement, those were sexy.
  “You are a very big boy,” Julie said as she released the passenger seat button and leaned back. This gave her a little more room.
  “You are beautiful,” the boy said in wonder.
  “Hey, that’s what I get paid for. You don’t get paid for being ugly.”

  “Yeah,” he laughed, while taking off his shirt. He paused when he saw Julie sliding down her skirt. As she sat white and naked in the half darkness, he leaned down and ran his hands over her smooth legs and soft stockings. The white lace of her stocking tops fell a foot short of reaching her pussy. The vast expanse of bare skin between the stockings and her pussy, was very exciting to Bradley, and very beautiful. He rubbed her soft skin in awe. She giggled, then slid her panties down and off her feet. When she was done, she spread her feet wide and placed them on top of the dash. She was now open and ready for his adventure.

  “That is so damned sexy,” he laughed, while pushing down his pants with both hands.
  “Does it look good enough to fuck?” she asked playfully.
  “Oh yeah,” he gasped. With his pants off he leaned forward and hugged her body, while burying his face in the cleavage between her breasts. She opened her shirt and allowed him in between her tits. He sniffed around for a moment, then claimed her right nipple with his mouth. He sucked painfully, with obvious inexperience. She liked first timers, although they didn’t give her the thrill they used too.

  “Oh yeah, that feels real good,” she gasped loudly. Too corny? She didn’t think so. She would have laid off a little with a more experience man, but this boy probably believe that she was in love with him. He was probably in love with her by now.

  “Oh yes, suck my nipples,” she moaned in his ear. His breath was coming out in snorts, similar to an angry bull. He slobbered and sucked for several more minutes before he sank down and checked out her pussy. This was another sign of inexperience. No man familiar with whores, would ever eat her pussy. But newcomers always did. Probably because they had fantasized about it so much and just couldn’t hold back when their first time came. His mouth opened wide and engulfed her pussy. She felt a real thrill when he began licking her salty pussy flesh.

  “Oh yeah, that feels so good,” she moaned, watching him go down on her wet pussy. She also liked the feeling of his mouth pulling on her cunt lips. As she said, it was rare when a man when down on a whore. He was always worried about who had been there before him. That was stupid, of course. Any whore who wanted to live, washed her pussy the moment she finished fucking. It was good sense, especially if they didn’t want a disease or kids. Prostitutes used to use a vinegar and water solution, now they used bleach and water. It worked, although it hurt like hell for a while.

  “Oh my God, that feel so good,” Julie said, while searching for Brandy in the mirror. She couldn’t see her in the dark, but she knew she was out there. The fogged up windows didn’t help.

  “Oh, stop, I want to feel you inside me,” Julie heard herself say for the 100 thousandth time in her life. Long ago it had been true. She could fuck all she wanted, enjoy it, and get paid. Now she just got paid.

  “Oh God, you are so big,” she pretended amazement as he held his throbbing cock in his hand and pressed it against her spread pussy. She had once known a man with a 14 inch cock, which was all of two inches wide. He could actually give himself a blowjob. Now that was big. This guy was barely adequate.

  Julie felt a thrill as Bradley finally inserted his cock and pushed slowly. She enjoyed the soft hard fullness of his cock gently parting her swollen lips and creeping down her moist hot tunnel. If he had proceeded in the right way at that very moment, he might have given her a legitimate orgasm. But he fucked up right from the start. Once his cock was lubricated he started pounding away inside her pussy. She relaxed with her legs widespread, and her heels resting on the dash, while trying to figure out what to have for dinner. It was girl’s night out tonight. Tonight it was supposed to be Gissepies.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped. She was suddenly frightened half to death when a ghostly face appeared in her mirror. She gave a little cry and jumped, when she looked up to see a blue uniform, then relaxed when she saw that it was Brandy.
  “Did I hurt you?” he asked in concern.
  “Yes,” she lied, “just slow down and enjoy it, don’t worry about me.”
  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in concern, and a little pride.
  “A little pain is good. Just fuck me,” she insisted. She wanted to get this part over with, so she could see what Brandy had in mind. Was it really kinky, she wondered in excitement? Something really dirty and perverted? She would soon find out, the boy was about to become a man. She could see him gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold back. It wouldn’t work. It never did.

  The thought of Brandy watching was beginning to give her pleasure. Bradley himself couldn’t thrill her, but Bradley fucking while Brandy watched was something else. Her pussy began to glow, and her moans began to take on a real quality. If only Bradley could go the distance.

Brandy moved up by the car and looked inside. It was very exciting. There was just enough light from the street light to show her everything. Julie’s legs were slender and beautiful, partially encased in white stockings. She had her shoes off and feet up on the dash. Her feet were small and perfectly sculpted. Her white stockings were extremely sexy. The tendons stood out in her naked thighs, near her crotch. Her pussy hair was light brown and trimmed.

  Bradley was naked from the waist down. He was still wearing a white t-shirt. Brandy felt like laughing, but she was too excited. Her pussy was sopping wet and thrilled to the core. She could almost feel Bradley’s cock sliding in and out of her own pussy, but she was not there to cheat on her husband with another man, she was here for Julie.

  Bradley now pounded away with his hands on his hips.
  “Where on earth did he learn to fuck?” Brandy mumbled. Nobody fucked with their hands on their hips. They used their hands to explore, tweak, twist, and prod. He was treating it like a gym class exercise. She leaned against the car and watched breathlessly. It was so hot, so exciting. Watching was a sexual experience all by itself. Some people called it voyeurism. Brandy was one of the people who enjoyed such a pastime. Maybe all cops were. After all, what did they do for a living? They watched others.

  Brandy could see Julie’s lubricant on Bradley’s cock. It glistened in the half light. Sweat shined on his forehead. Julie was cool, of course, Bradley was doing all the work.

  “Oh God,” Julie cried, suddenly clamping her legs behind Bradley’s ass. She pulled him into her. He caught his balance by grabbing the back of the seat. His cock never stopped pelting away in her pussy. But Julie was now enjoying it. She needed Bradley to fuck her hard and fast. He did, but he came seconds before she had the opportunity. Holding his ass between her thighs, she ground her pussy against his pelvis, bringing on her own orgasm just seconds behind his.

  Despite his protests of pain and sensitivity, she pumped her pussy against his pelvis and rubbed her tits, while looking into Brandy’s face. Grinding her pussy into his deflating cock, she brought on a massive orgasm similar to what she may have felt when she was a teen.
  Finally she released him. He fell back, panting and exhausted. Then he saw Brandy. With a squeak of fear, he tried to dress every part of his body at once.
  “Relax, she’s my guardian angel,” Julie said, relaxing on the seat with her legs spread again.
  “What!”
  “She’s my friend. This is her car. She’s not here to bust you.”
  “I… oh,” he said, dressing as fast as he could. In a moment he reluctantly opened he door and slid out. He sidestepped around Brandy and ran.
  “What a fucking show,” Brandy said as she sat on the door sill and began touching Julie’s naked body with gentle, female caresses. Julie looked so beautiful in the dim shine of the dome light.
  “I fucking came!” Julie gasped. “Can you believe it?”
  “I noticed. How did it feel?”
  “I felt like a schoolgirl. Can you believe it? I actually fucking came,” she gasped in awe.
  “You will again, too. I can promise you that.”
  “How?”
  “I’ve done this before. But my last contact retired.”
  “No shit? So I’m your new contact?”
  “If things work out.”
  “Fucking A,” Julie said happily.
  “Are you ready for round two?”
  “Oh yeah,” Julie said, running a gentle hand up Brandy’s arm. “Where do I start?”
  “By letting me into the car and turning around on your hands and knees.”
  “Wow, kinky,” Julie laughed.
  “You don’t know the half of it.”
  “I’m so excited my nipples are hard,” Julie giggled.
  “Mine too,” Brandy said as she struggled to get into place. Once she was resting on her knees on the floor, she reached out and pulled the door closed. She was relieved when the dome light went out. Now, to her intense excitement, she found herself facing another woman’s pussy. It was fairly small, smaller than Brandy’s, and it smelled strongly of sex. Brandy knew that it would, she counted on it.
  “Wha… what are you going to do?” Julie sounded a little nervous.
  “You’ll see. Relax.”
  “I’m trying, but this is a fairly vulnerable position. You aren’t going to shove your night stick up my ass, are you?”
  “Not unless you want me too.”
  “Hell no. So what… Oh fuck!” she shouted as Brandy’s lips touched her naked pussy. Brandy’s mouth felt so hot, so fantastic on her sensitive pussy lips. But she didn’t just eat her as a normal person would, she opened her pussy, shoved her tongue inside, and began sucking.
  “You’re eating his cum!” Julie was amazed. “That’s… that’s sick,” she said, feeling instant excitement. The tongue felt wonderful inside her cunt. The sucking lips were absolutely heavenly. She could feel the suction clear up inside her. To her added pleasure, she suddenly felt Brandy’s hand enfolded the bottom of her pussy pouch, holding it while her thumb snaked up inside and began twirling her clit.

  Julie stiffened and gasped. This was all totally unexpected. Pleasure shot thorough her pussy, ass and the rest of her body. She shuddered, feeling her legs weakening, threatening to buckle. This was so sick, so erotic. Brandy was a real pervert.

  “Oh my fucking god, that feels so amazing,” Julie gasped. She stiffened her grip on the back of the seat. Her knees were shaking violently now. She knew the inside of her pussy must be exceedingly clean. Not a drop of that boy’s cum could possibly exist in her pussy now. This was so fucking perverted. She loved it.

  “Oh yes, Brandy, eat me good sweetheart. Lick my clit,” she begged, looking back at the beautiful woman feasting in her ass.
  Brandy used her thumb on the very bottom of Julie’s v, in an area that few people knew was as sensitive as a clit. She massaged it brutally with her thumb, while she sucked Julie’s clit into her mouth. She had a large clit, one that was used to taking abuse. Brandy clamped her teeth around it and pulled. Julie squealed, trying to jump forward. This pulled her clit out of Brandy’s teeth and turned her entire body to water.

  She began to shudder violently. Brandy held her ass in a firm grip and continued feasting on her womanhood. With ever-increasing moans of pleasure, Julie began to cum. She came over and over, felling the thrills of pleasure shooting through her loins and ass. Her body hunched, mashing her ass back against Brandy’s face. Molten fire shot through her loins. She shuddered, hugging the back of the seat for support. But Brandy would not stop.

  Julie squealed and cried for mercy, thrusting her pussy back against Brandy’s face, but Brandy’s eager, relentless mouth continued stimulating her until a second violent orgasm followed the first. She licked and pulled at Julie’s pussy flesh until the second orgasm slowed, shuddered impotently, then still. Reluctantly, she released Julie’s ass and allowed her to collapse on the seat. Julie cried softly, curled up on the seat in the fetal position. She finally sat up and pulled Brandy’s face down to her own. Brandy came willingly. They kissed passionately for nearly ten minutes. Then it was time for Brandy to get relief.

  She dropped her gun belt beneath the steering wheel and transferred over to the driver’s seat. She put the seat back and began taking off her shoes and trousers. Julie helped. Julie had been totally trilled by this woman and now she wanted to taste pussy. Brandy was a very manly woman, but she didn’t have a cock, so she would eat her pussy like it had never been eaten before.

  “Nice legs,” Julie whispered as the blue trousers slid down off Brandy’s ankles. The white panties practically glowed in the dim light. Julie laid on Brandy’s warm legs and pressed her nose against Brandy’s subtle mound. It smelled strongly of woman. Julie loved her smell. She inhaled deeply and shuddered with restrained passion.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Julie gasped.
  “You’re doing great. I’m so fucking horny I could die,” Brandy whispered.

  “This has to be the kinkiest day of my life,” Julie said, before kissing the gently rounded mound between Brandy’s legs. “What made you start this?” she asked, dying of curiosity.
  “My husband fucked a neighbor girl,” Brandy tried to talk with Julie’s face nuzzling between her legs. She watched Julie pull the crotch of her panties out and aside. She kissed her pussy eagerly but gently.

  “I caught the girl leaving just as I got home. I stormed into the house and found my husband in the shower. He had saved the girl’s panties as a souvenir. I found them on the hamper. I stood there watching him wash that girl off his body, then for some reason I held her panties up to my nose. I know, it sounds disgusting now, but it was a turn-on then. I loved that smell. It was a combination of a sweet young pussy and my husband’s cum. I couldn’t resist it. I watched my husband take his shower and left just before he was done. He still doesn’t’ know I was there, or that I had caught him.

  I tracked down that girl. She was home alone, so I raped her right there on her own living room floor. I mean I raped her for an hour. I ate her pussy, ate her ass, then I forced her to eat me, finally, we fucked each other with my night stick. I came a dozen times. Luckily, I was gone before her parents got home. Now I find girls like you. It’s easier, less complicated.”

  “I’m glad,” Julie said before filling her mouth with softly scented pussy flesh. She sucked the lips into her mouth, while licking it gently. She wiggled her tongue up and down the length of the blonde’s sweet puffy lips, causing her to squirm and pant.
  Brandy raised her right leg high, with her heel on the seat. Julie opened her pussy lips with her thumbs and began licking diligently. Brandy loved the awesome feeling of the tongue flickering in her pussy, but the sight of the beautiful woman between her legs was even more exciting.

  She reached down and petted Julie’s short brown hair, while the beautiful face bobbed between her open legs.
  “So beautiful,” Brandy murmured. Julie’s cheek felt so soft against her warm inner thigh. Julie’s right arm was wrapped Brandy’s left legs, hugging it desperately. Her left arm encircled Brandy’s right thigh. Her finger tips traced delicate lines on the upper part of her thigh. Her mouth nuzzled eagerly against her womanhood. Julie’s tongue now plunged deep into Brandy’s sex. It tasted and probed, to the intense pleasure of Brandy. She could feel every little detail, the warm lips, the tongue inside her, the gentle suction of her mouth. It was pure heaven. Fire flowed through her veins, working it’s way up from her pussy and ass, to her chest.

  “Oh God yes,” Brandy gasped. “Eat me good, baby,” she whispered.
  Julie slid her hand under Brandy’s firm ass cheek and mashed it in her hand. She wished she could see Brandy’s tits. She had never sucked on another woman’s tits before. It must feel fantastic. She had once seen a movie where a woman knelt above another woman and they sucked each other’s tits at the same time. She desperately wanted to try that. Maybe she would experiment with one of her friends. Maybe someday, Brandy would invite her to her home. She didn’t want to have sex in the car for the rest of her life.

  “Oh God, that feel so good,” Brandy shuddered. Julie returned her attention to Brandy’s pussy. She found that she was flicking Brandy’s clit with her tongue. She didn’t intend to do that, she wanted Brandy to take a long time to cum. She knew it would be more intense if she held off for a while.

  “Oh Julie, that’s so good,” Brandy said emphatically, petting her cheek with a warm hand. The smell of pussy was very strong in the car. It was a wonderfully erotic smell, a smell that could drive men, and most women, crazy.
  Brandy gently humped her pussy against Julie’s mouth. She felt the fires building in her loins. It would be only seconds before she came. She steeled her nerves, trying to hold off for one more second. But Julie’s fabulous mouth just felt too good to ignore. Tremors began deep inside her loins. They intensified until her pussy began to spasm.

  “Oh fuck!” Brandy screamed. She clamped her legs tightly against Julie’s face and hunched her pussy against her warm lips. Time after time she brutally mashed her pussy flesh against Julie’s soft lips. Julie did her best to tongue and suck Brandy’s climaxing pussy. It was hard to maintain contact. She bucked and rolled from side to side. Finally, Brandy began to relax. Julie sucked gently until it was obvious that Brandy was too sensitive. She held her mouth in place, unmoving, until Brandy gently opened her legs and lifted her mouth for a long, passionate kiss.
  “Wonderful,” Brandy sighed. “Absolutely perfect.”
  “It was probably the most exciting thing I’ve ever done,” Julie admitted. They sat side-by-side for a moment, naked and satisfied. Finally Brandy began to redress. Julie reluctantly joined her.

  “When… when would you want to do this again?” Julie asked nervously.
  “Next week, perhaps.”
  “Oh good,” Julie said. “I… well I didn’t want to do it tomorrow, or wait too long. I just wanted time to think about what happened. Do you know what I mean?”
  “Sure, I guess. What part bothers you?”
  “The lesbian part, I guess. But I did love it. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. I just need a little time to get used to the idea.”
  “I thought nothing bothered a whore,” Brandy smiled.
  “Actually, everything does. You start out as just another teen who can fuck and get paid for it. Soon you find that you are not enjoying it. Next you may be fucking for drugs and find yourself broke and out in the street. You meet a guy who hasn’t taken a bath in a week, or one with warts on his cock, hair on his ass. Pretty soon everything bothers you. You know what I mean?”
  “Sure, it’s an ugly world and you live in the armpit.”
  “Yeah.”
  “Can I help with anything?”
  “No, it’s my problem and I have to deal with it. There is one thing I would like though.”
  “What?” Brandy asked guardedly as she straightened her uniform.
  “I want to do what you did.”
  “What?”
  “I want to eat your pussy after your husband fucks you,” Julie said bravely.
  “I… you…” Brandy paused, thinking hard. She liked the idea.
  “I will pick you up on the same corner next Thursday,” Brandy said, eagerly licking her lips. She REALLY liked the idea.
  “Wednesday?” Julie asked eagerly.
  “Tuesday,” Brandy said with finality. “It’s my day off. You can spend the night.”
  “I can’t wait,” Julie gasped, getting out of the car.
  Brandy laughed and waved. She pulled out of the alley, watching Julie walk back to 5th street. Tuesday was such a long way off. She couldn’t wait.

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Rita’s Sexy Romp Adventure

By MSP at 10:19 pm on August 25, 2007 | No comments

Hey boys ~ here is my erotic story I want to share with you…it is something that happened a few weeks ago!

“There, Grandma, how’s that?” Pete asked, fluffing the pillows behind Mrs. Willow’s back.
“I’m not your grandmother, Peter, I am a healthy, desirable woman. At least I was a few years ago.”
“Hell, you are old,” Pete scoffed.
“Ok, so it’s been quite a few years ago. It doesn’t seem that long. I could still use a stiff dick between my legs, if you are interested.”
“I’m not. I want somebody who as born in this century.”
“Peter!” Rita pretended shock, “she would be three years old?”
“Ok, last century,” he said with a reluctant laugh. They had been trying to shock each other since they first met. It never worked. She was a slightly older version of Peter himself, only in female form.
“I don’t want to be old, Peter. I just lived life one day at a time until I somehow got this way. I’m still young on the inside. As the old joke goes, I’m getting this 20 year old body all wrinkled.”
“Even at your age, you are one hot babe, Rita. Why don’t you hook up with one of the guys in the complex. I know several who would love to get into your pants, wrinkled or not.”
“I tried. I was shocked when I opened my eyes and saw a face as old as mine staring back at me. It sickened me, Peter. I don’t want to be old,” Rita sighed. “I want to be young again.”
“I can help with your aches and pains, dress you, bathe you, I can change your diapers if you start wearing one, but I can’t make you young again, old girl.”
“I know. Are there any blind male nurses in the complex?”
“Not in any complex. Blind men can’t do this job.”
“I’m sure they could.”
“They can’t.”
“Oh. What about male whores.”
“What?” Pete gasped.
“You know, those gigalors.
“Gigolos,” he corrected.
“Yeah, one of them.”
“I am not your pimp, I am your nurse. Haul your ass out of here and look for one yourself, you’re healthy enough.’
“The world scares me, I don’t know it any more. It’s all too fast.”
“It’s the same world, it just has more assholes running around in it.”
“I suppose. Peter, can you look at my pussy?”
“Why,” he said with a great deal of self- control. It was his job, on a professional level. He knew she was discussing something different.
“Tell me what you think,” Rita said, pulling up her night gown. She yanked down her cotton panties and showed him her pussy. Pete glanced at it carelessly, then gave it a careful look.
“It just looks like a pussy,” he said in wonder. “Except for a few gray hairs, it looks normal.”
“That’s what I tried to tell you. It’s just a pussy, not a flesh colored prune. Would you fuck that Pete?” she asked slyly.
“If I was really hard up I might.”
“Are you?”
“No, I have lot’s of action,” he said defensively. She laughed, knowing that she was one up on him. She had made him defend his male honor.
“Hey, fuck you,” he said.
“Oh, I wish you would, Peter, I need it so badly.”
“Damit, stop talking like that. You’ve got me horny and I have a full days work ahead of me.”
“I could take care of that,” she laughed.
“Oh no you couldn’t,” he called, tying a bag of trash and throwing it over his shoulder. “I will see you tomorrow,” he said with a fond smile.
“Oh, ok,” she said in real disappointment. “Stop by for lunch, if you like. I make a mean grilled bologna sandwich.”
“Hey, I loves those things,” he gasped.
“It’s the most underrated sandwich on earth. You take bread and stick some bologna in it and you have cold meat and half cooked dough. You add some cheese, miracle whip and a little heat, and you have the world’s greatest sandwich.”
Pete nodded, smiling. “Ok, it’s a date. But no funny stuff,” he pointed, then waved and left.
“You want to bet,” she hissed, turning to hurry to her kitchen unit. The only good thing which went with grilled bologna was cold potato salad. She had to hurry or it wouldn’t chill to the proper temperature.
She filled a decanter half full of gin, filled it to the top with orange juice and slid it into the refrigerator. She finished the potato salad at 10:00, wiped her hands on her night gown, and slipped into something more appropriate. Then she started her magic act. She arranged the foundation, eye liner, lipstick and creams, then her secret weapon, Preparation H. After setting them in just the right order, she began remodeling her face. With enough makeup…

The door opened at Pete’s second knock. He gave Rita a stunned look, then stepped inside. She was different, somehow younger and more appealing. He didn’t know if he approved or not, it seemed… wrong.
“Nice look,” he said airily. “Are the sandwiches done?”
“Done and keeping warm in the oven. I also have potato salad and cocktails.”
“Wow, the works, huh?”
“Yes, the works,” she said, motioning him to the table.
“He took a second, longer look at her face, then shook his head.”
“Never judge a woman before you’ve seen her in makeup,” Rita said as she loaded down the table. “It makes a world of difference.”
“Yeah, scary.”
“And what’s scary about it?”
“You look nice, if I didn’t know it was makeup…”
“Hey, young man, half the women you’ve dated would look scary without makeup. I’m no different.”
“No, I guess not. You look nice,” he repeated again.
“Does that mean you are interested?”
“Well yeah… I mean no. I don’t think,” he said in confusion.
“Here, drink this,” she handed him a glass of orange juice. He took a big gulp, then howled.
“Holy shit, what’s in this?”
“Gin. It does wonders for the male… lets say ego,” she smiled.
“Let’s say libido. I can feel where the heat is going. You are one deceptive old woman,” he accused half joking and half in ernest.
“Shut up and eat.”
Peter ate, but he couldn’t help but stare at Rita. If he didn’t know that she was 77, he would have sworn she was in her 40’s. He wouldn’t eat it, but he’d sure fuck it, the thought crept into his head. His balls had been burning since he drank the gin and orange juice. Successive sips kept the fire burning. But it was a good burn, and his cock was as hard as rock.
Peter had bathed Rita during her bad times, right after her stroke. He knew every age spot, wrinkle, and pimple on her ass. And still he was turned on. Part of it was the gin, part was her disguise, but mostly it was knowing that he could reach out and have her, it was that simple. All he had to do was…
“I need that hand to eat,” Rita said with a smile.
“Let’s eat afterwards,” he whispered.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you into anything,” she smiled.
“The hell you don’t. I am one of the most rushed people on the face of this planet, and you dam well know it.”
“Ok. Well here are the ground rules. No kissing below the chin, keep your hands on non-sexual areas, and I don’t do ass fucks. Never have and never will.”
“Rita!” Pete was shocked.
“Just telling you how it is.”
“Do you give blowjobs?” he said with some of his old candor.
“Now why in the hell would I do that? I want to get fucked, why would I suck you off and spoil it? I know damned well, the minute you cum you will be outta her like there’s no tomorrow. It’s your penis thinking now, your head will want out.”
“You are the most crude old…”
“Hey, none of that,” she wagged a finger in his face. “Bedroom’s that way,” she nodded toward the bedroom.
“I know where it is.”
He followed her to the bedroom. He wasn’t about to kiss her, but she began licking his ear as they both took off his clothing. Rita ramained dressed.
By the time that Peter was naked, he shivering with pent-up passion. Rita stood to take off her panties. Peter noticed how much she was shaking, as she spread her dress wide and sank down to sit straddle of his body. He felt her moist pussy touch his cock. He hissed in appreciation. She sank slowly, impaling herself on his rigid manhood. She sank down until he was up to the hilt, inside her warm pussy. She swiveled slightly to lubricate herself and encourage his cock to slide in more. With her pussy tightly pressed against his pelvis, she slowly rocked forward and back, then slid against his pelvis as it grew wet, with his cock churning the hot juices inside her. He was afraid she would break his penis off, but after a few minutes of uneventful pleasure, he relaxed beneath her. She certainly knew what she was doing.
It was a good fuck, a very good fuck. She grew hot and wet around his cock. By sliding forward and back, rather than rising and lowering, it was intensely pleasurable for her, but less intensive for him. He would last a long time.
“Oh fuck, this is good,” Peter gasped.
“It’s heavenly. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, Peter,” she said with her eyes closed, feeling her pussy heat up as it hadn’t for 15 years or more.
“I’m flattered,” he gasped.
“I’m 57 years older than you and I knew I didn’t have a change in hell,” she said, then gasped as pleasure shot though her loins. She gasped a few more times, then relaxed.
“I knew you did,” he said with a grimace of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she gasped, stiffening again and throwing her head back, while riding faster. Peter was very worried about his cock now. He had heard that some guys got their cocks dislocated this way.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, grabbing his chest for support. Peter looked at her passion twisted-face, then down at her rounded chest in the light material of her dress. He just had to feel those breasts, even if they were gross. He reached down and grabbed a cone in each hand. He mashed them lightly as she continued to ride, paying no attention to him. In a moment she gave a light squeal of pleasure, and jerked on his stiff cock. Biting her lip, with her eyes tightly closed, she rode her huge orgasm like a cowboy rides a horse. Swearing and gasping, she jerked sporadically, completely unable to control her body.
Peter could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. It felt awesome, but not strong enough to make him cum yet. He wanted to keep her moving so he could cum, but he knew she would have to rest. Her pussy would grow sensitive when it stopped coming.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, still jerking. She suddenly looked down at his hands on her chest. She leaned down and kissed the back of his arm, while slowly grinding to a halt.
“I want to see them,” Peter gasped.
“No you don’t.
“I do.”
“Well I don’t want to show them.”
“Let me lick your pussy,” he said in the throes of passion.
“No, I was never into that, especially not with a young man. You would regret it afterwards. Just be patient, it will be worth the wait.”
“Oh God,” he gasped, wishing she would ride his cock again. He could feel the heat and juice around his cock, but when he tried to move she held him down. Aching in frustration, he waited helplessly until she slowly began sliding forward and back again. He gasped in pleasure.
“You see, I told you it would be good,” she smiled down at him.
“Oh yes, it’s very good,” he cried, feeling the heat building in his balls. He was just minutes away from a massive orgasm. Either the gin, or the forbidden aspect of the situation, were creating a massive orgasm in his loins. He was going to explode. He was going to cum so big, it would blow her head off. He stiffened and jerked, trying to increase his stimulation. She remained persistently slow and wonderful. Peter knew he had been fucked by somebody who knew what they were doing. He could teach the young girls a thing or two, if he lived through the experience.
“Oh fuck me, I’m going to cum,” he gasped. She watched his face, gauged how close he was and inserted a finger into her pussy. Rotating her finger on her clit, she continued to ride while she stimulated herself. Her timing was perfect.
Peter began moaning louder and louder, at the same moment that Rita gasped and took her finger out of her pussy. She leaned forward, supporting her weight with her hands on Peter’s chest. Her clit now rubbed against his pubic hair. With her eyes screwed shut she began moaning ever louder, until her cries of passion joined those of Pete.
He yelled and held onto Rita’s hips, as he came strongly, shooting hot cum into her pussy. She could feel his offering entering her womb. She continued to rub as long as she could stand it, then froze, hunching her sex against his thick cock.
Grunting and gasping, Peter thrashed his head from side to side, until he finished coming. He relaxed, beaten and exhausted, even though Rita had done all the work. She seemed happy, full of life. She smiled down at him like a Madonna. He suddenly saw her as she must have looked 40 years earlier.
When the glow of her orgasm slowly faded, Rita was just Rita again. But the memory of how she looked during her orgasm remained in Peter’s mind.
“Oh shit, I have to get cleaned up and go,” Peter gasped.
“You see, it’s always the same,” she said, shaking her head.
“Same hell, I should have finished three more calls by now, and my head is still spinning from that gin. I get first dibs on the shower,” he said, pelting into the bathroom. Rita relaxed on her bed. Her body was still enthused by the warm glow of sex. It didn’t matter now if Peter never looked at her again, she had gotten what she desired so badly. Now the object of her desires was about to disappear out that door.
“Have you seen my underwear?” he asked as he hurried back into the room. He lifted the blanket, then surprise Rita with a quick kiss.
“Can I come back after I finish my rounds?” he asked, stepping into his boxers.
“Com… sure,” she said in complete shock. “Are you???”
“Yeah, I’m still hungry,” he said, misunderstanding her question, “but I can wait. Be back soon,” he called, rushing through the door.
Rita sat in shock, considering all that had happened. Slowly a smile lit her face. She rubbed a finger tip across her lips, where his kiss had smeared the lipstick, then hurried into the bathroom. She needed to fix her makeup and shower before he returned.
RETURNED! she thought in amazement. What a wonderful word.

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By Irene at 11:22 pm on July 25, 2007 | No comments

The phone rings in the dark.
Startled, Irene opens her eyes and checks the glowing numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed.
02:14. It’s late at night. Who would possibly call her at this hour on a Tuesday night? Everyone knows she’ll be in bed by now.
The phone rings again.
Irene sits up. She is naked. She never wears a nightdress in the summer months.
Who could it be? She’s worried that there might be something terribly wrong. On the other hand, if it is an emergency, she absolutely should pick up the phone.
And after the third ring, she does.
“Hello?” she asks.
A deep voice - a voice she does not recognize - answers.
“Irene?” Is this you?”
“Y-yes,” Irene says. “Who is this?”
There is no answer.
“What’s happened?” she asks nervously. “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh no,” the deep voice replies. “Everything is fine, Irene. Just fine.”
“So…” she asks. “What do you want?”
“I want you to do something for me,” the voice says. “Are you in bed?”
“Y-yes,” Irene says.
“Are you naked?” the voice asks.
Irene hesitates.
“Yes,” she says. “But why…?”
“I want you to touch yourself,” the voice says calmly.
Irene gasps quietly. Who is this? “Where?” she asks.
“You know where,” the voice says. “I want you to touch your pussy.”
“N-no,” Irene says. “I… I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” the voice says. “You’re safe in bed. I can’t hurt you over the phone, can I?”
“N-no…” Irene says.
“All I want is to listen to you, as you touch yourself,” the voice says calmly. “Will you do that for me?”
He’s right, Irene thinks. He couldn’t possibly hurt her. And it’s late at night - and she’s naked - and the unknown voice has planted a thought inside her head. A thought that turns her on - just a little bit.
Irene lies back on the bed, holding the wireless phone to her ear with one hand. The other slowly slides towards her pussy. As she touches her labia, she sighs under her breath.
“Are you doing it now?” the voice asks. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” Irene whispers.
“Do it like you do when you masturbate,” the voice says.
And Irene begins stroking herself, slowly massaging the base of her clit. She moans deeply at her own touch. She is very skilled at masturbating. In fact, she can bring herself off in a few minutes - if she wants to.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” the voice says.
“I’m touching myself,” Irene gasps. “Near the clit. I’m masturbating…”
“Is it good?” the voice asks.
“Oh yes,” Irene says. “I love it. Aaah…”
“Yes,” the voice says, “let me hear you moan. Louder.”
Irene masturbates, slowly, sensuously. She’s writhing on the bed now, pleasure rippling through her naked body. She hears the man on the phone breathing. Is he masturbating, too? She wants him to keep talking. His voice is turning her on.
“Are you wet?” he asks.
“Yes,” she gasps. “My pussy’s getting wet. Do you like to hear that? Want me to tell you about my pussy?”
“Yes,” the voice says. “I want you to tell me how you do it.”
“Ahhh,” Irene moans, masturbating vigorously. “Are you hard? Are you masturbating?”
“Of course,” the voice says calmly. “I have my cock in my hand. It is very hard. I’m stroking it as we speak.”
“Mmm!” Irene cries.
Her pussy is very wet now. She feels the moisture all over her fingers as she keeps massaging her tender slit.
“Now,” the voice says. “Put your finger inside your cunt.”
Excited, Irene obeys. Slowly, she slides her middle finger in between her moist labia. The walls of her pussy feels slick around her finger. She pushes deeper, burying her finger inside her soft crevice.
“Aaah,” she moans loudly into the phone. “Yesss…”
“Is it in?” the voice asks.
“Oh yes!” Irene gasps.
“Now fuck yourself,” the voice commands.
Irene sits up in bed again, throwing the sheets away. She wants to see this.
And in the pale moonlight, Irene looks down at her pussy, sees her own finger slipping out slowly, wet and glistening. Eagerly, she slides it in again, then out, then in, over and over. She clenches her pussy muscles around it, making the sensations even more intense: Her finger feels the wetness of her pussy, her pussy feels the finger moving back and forth, stimulating her tender flesh.
“Yes,” she whispers into the phone. “I’m fucking myself. With my finger. In and out.”
“Keep going,” the voice says. “Faster.”
Irene obeys, sliding her finger in and out of her sensitive cunt, increasing the rhythm.
“Oh… oh… oh…” she moans in time. “Are you… masturbating, too?”
“Yes,” the voice says. “I have my cock in my hand. It’s big and hard. And I’m stroking it now.”
For one second, it is as if Irene feels the stranger’s cock inside her pussy. She almost feels it stretching her flesh, pumping into her, thick and erect.
“Aaah!” she cries. “Ohmigod!”
“Now,” the voice says, still completely calm, “take your finger from your cunt and taste it!”
Slowly, Irene slips her wet finger out of her pussy and puts it to her lips. She licks it, hesitantly.
“Taste good?” the voice asks.
“Mmm,” Irene says. “Spicy. Sweet and spicy.”
“Lick all the juice off,” the voice says.
Irene puts the finger in her mouth, sucking off her own love juice. It’s a strange sensation, tasting female juices - almost like having sex with another woman.
“Mmm,” she purrs.
“Again,” the voice commands. “Stick your finger inside, then lick it off.”
Irene dips two fingers into her succulent slit, then sucks them off. She does it again and again, savouring the taste of her own excited flesh.
“Mmm,” she says, slurping loudly. “Mmm…”
“Yes,” the voice says. “Nothing like the taste of pussy. Now - I want you to masturbate again.”
“O-okay,” Irene whispers, out of breath.
She looks down at her pussy and begins stroking herself again. Her labia open slightly, wet and pink, as she rubs the base of her clitoris.
“Ah yeah,” she gasps. “Ohhh…”
“Keep going,” the voice says. “I want you to come for me.”
“Ohhh,” Irene gasps, masturbating vigorously. “Are you coming, too? Ah! Please! Stroke that big cock and come with me. Ahhh…”
Irene is doubled over, her legs spread wide, as she massages herself rhythmically, harder and harder, driving herself towards an orgasm.
“I’m ready when you are, Irene,” the voice says.
Gasping loudly, Irene increases her pace. Now there is no turning back.
“Now!” she cries. “I’m coming now!”
Whimpering helplessly, Irene feels the climax coursing through her body.
“Yes,” the man says coolly. “I’m coming, too.”
Irene shakes all over as she orgasm hits her, all her senses taken over by the violent sensation of pleasure. In her excited state, she imagines the stranger’s cock ejaculating, spurting long jets of semen into her. Squirming on the bed, she cries out again and again, cries of pure lust and satisfaction.
Finally, Irene falls back on the bed, still clenching the phone in her hand. She thinks she heard the man breathing slightly harder. But apart from that, there is no way of knowing if he has really come.
“Ohhh…” she moans.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” the deep voice says into her ear. “You came hard, Irene. And so did I.”
“Did you?” she gasps. “Oh, God…”
Again, she just hears him breathing.
“Thank you,” she says.
The voice laughs. A deep, friendly laugh.
“Oh no,” it says. “We’re not finished yet.”
Irene swallows.
“What…?” she asks.
“Get up,” the voice says.
Irene fumbles for the switch on the lamp next to the bed. She switches it on, illuminating the bedroom in soft, yellowish light. Still trembling, she gets out of bed.
“Go to the door,” the voice says. “And open it.”
“But…” Irene protests. “I’m naked.”
“Just do it,” the voice insists.
And naked, Irene walks through the bedroom into the hall. She stands in front of the door, the phone pressed to her ear. She’s shaking, hesitating, not knowing what to expect.
“Open the door,” the voice says calmly.
And she does.
Light flows into the apartment, as the door swings open. Outside is a dark figure holding a cell phone. And Irene realizes that the man has been outside the door all the time. He’s dressed in black and wears a ski mask, concealing his face. As Irene hesitates, he pushes her into the apartment and closes the door behind him. He drags her into the kitchen, pressing her up against the wall, his breath hot and excited from inside the ski mask.
“Wait…” she gasps.
The man gently places his hand around her neck, pinning her to the kitchen wall. Swiftly, he pulls a black latex dildo from his pocket and guides it towards her pussy. Looking down at his hands, she sees the dark brown color of his skin. Somehow she never expected the stranger to be a black man.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
Whimpering, Irene stands with her legs spread wide, and the tip of the plastic tool enters her cunt. It’s big, and she feels her labia stretching, as the smooth surface slips into her wet flesh.
“Oooh…” she moans.
She hears the man breathing heavily, excited, as he rhythmically moves the dildo back and forth, in and out of her slick pussy. Her head is spinning. The whole situation is like a kinky fantasy: Standing there naked in the dark, as the strange black man fucks her vigorously with the dildo. And soon she can’t help herself any longer.
“Ohmigod” she cries, losing control.
And pinned to her kitchen wall, Irene comes again. Comes even harder than before.
“Aaah!” she screams. “Aaah!”
Grunting with satisfaction, the man steadies her. Otherwise, she would have collapsed on the floor, trembling in her powerful climax. Irene feels her juices trickling down the insides of her thigh, as the man pulls the dildo back out.
Next, he brutally forces her down, making her lie on her back on the kitchen floor. Kneeling between her legs, he fumbles feverishly with his belt and zipper. Eventually, he pulls out his erect cock. Irene stares at it. It’s chocolate brown and even bigger than the dildo. The veins stand out, swelling under the dark skin of the shaft, as the man masturbates before her eyes.
“N-no…” she whispers.
But it’s no use. Too excited to wait now, the man swiftly positions himself between her legs. She feels the head of his rigid cock pressing against the mouth of her pussy. Irene screams, as he penetrates the depths of her juicy cunt. And immediately, he begins thrusting into her, a hard, relentless rhythm.
She whimpers quietly, as he fucks her with savage determination. The hard cock slips in and out of her slippery pussy, in and out, making wet noises. Irene feels his breath through the woollen mask, panting hot against her neck.
He grabs her wrists hard, holding her down as he thrusts into her again and again. The floor is hard and uncomfortable, but Irene hardly notices that. Her body feels only the lustful stimulation, as the stranger’s giant cock fucks her with amazing force. He keeps pumping, deep and hard, taking her to new levels of unbearable pleasure.
“Oh God,” she hears herself saying. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
I can’t believe I’m saying this, she thinks. Usually, she’s a nice, quiet girl. But here, on the floor of her own kitchen, the man has freed something inside her. Irene’s mind is taken over by animal lust. She’s in heat now - completely fixated on the swollen cock fucking her, driving her to yet another climax.
Whimpering with pleasure, she touches her cunt. As she man thrusts into her, she begins masturbating, massaging the flesh around her hardened clit. Already in ecstasy, somehow she wants more, wants to know just how much pleasure a girl can experience. She feels as if she’s about to faint - but she keeps going.
“Yeahhh!” she cries. “Give it to me! Harder! Yes!”
The man is grunting loudly, his cock flying in and out of Irene’s pussy in a frenzied rhythm. He’s sweating and gasping for breath. He’s trying not to come, wants to keep fucking her, every muscle in his body so tense he’s almost shaking.
Masturbating, Irene squirms on the kitchen floor. She throws her head back, as the pumping cock inside her drives her towards another climax.
“Aaah!” she screams. “Aaah!”
“Yes!” the man shouts. “Come for me!”
Sobbing loudly, Irene keeps rubbing her clit impatiently. The man increases his tempo, driving his cock into her, ready to come.
“You too!” Irene gasps. “Squirt all over me! Aaah!”
She comes again. She thrashes about on the floor, as the man keeps fucking her in deep, powerful thrusts.
“Unh!” he grunts in time with his strokes. “Unh! Unh! Yes! Here I come, baby! Take it all!”
Irene is still stroking her clit, as he pulls out. Kneeling between her legs, he grabs his long, dark cock and holds it, as it immediately begins to ejaculate.
“Aaaah!” he yells.
The first squirt of semen shoots several feet across Irene’s naked body, hitting her on the cheek. The jerking cock keeps pumping, the next jet spattering her left breast. Then another - and another - and another. White-hot spurts of creamy sperm sprays from his twitching cock. He masturbates, grunting, squeezing every last drop from his swollen tool.
“Yeah…” he says, satisfied, as one last, thick drop spills onto Irene’s thigh.
Irene lies completely still, as he gets up. In a daze, she senses that her fingers are wet from her own juices. She puts them to her mouth, tasting her own sex again. Then she wipes a glob of semen from her breast, tasting that, too. Soon, she has wiped and licked off all of the man’s sperm.
The man zips up, getting ready to leave.
“Thank you,” she says again.
The man opens the door.
“I’ll call you,” he says, his calm voice trembling slightly from his orgasm.
“Tomorrow night?” Irene asks.
“Sure,” he says, closing the door behind him.
And for some reason, Irene knows he will call again. She just knows.
Sighing, she relaxes on the kitchen floor.

Irene

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