'Kneel down,' she said and took my head in her hands. Then she pushed my face into her groin.
'I want you to eat me out John!'
I slowly began to lick up and down her pussy lips. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs. She tasted fresh as if she had recently washed. My tongue lapped her pussy and then move up to find her clitoris. Her pink bud emerged from its hood. I let my tongue travel from it back to her pussy then down to her puckered anus.
'Ooh that's good!' she moaned.
I licked around her arse, then back to her pussy. Then I began to concentrate on her clit. I lapped and licked on it as she moaned and then shouted.
'Oh yes, oh yes.' She seemed to have come. I lifted my face up and kissed her on the lips, as she stroked my cock.
'That was nice John. Now I want some more.' She pushed my head back between her legs. Then she squirmed round so that she had her back to me and my face was pressing against her arse.
I pressed my hand to her pussy, and put a finger inside her. She was very moist. Two fingers went in easily, as I rotated them vigorously inside her. She was making loud moaning noises. I applied my tongue to her arse hole pushing it into it slightly. She squirmed and groaned.
'Oh yes, yes, yes!' She shouted, as she came again. She pushed me away and turned back round, looking at me.
'You're good. Give me your cock!'
She took my hard penis in her hand, rubbing it vigorously before engulfing it in her mouth. Then after a while she moved her head away. She got up from the couch, patting it.
'You lie down here.' I lay on the couch and she stroked my cock.
'Do you want to come inside my mouth, or on my breasts?'
'On you.'
She re-applied her mouth and sucked and rubbed me. Then as I reached the point of no return she took me out of her mouth and I squirted semen all over her breasts and neck.
I was game for more as we lay back, but Jane looked sleepy.
'No more tonight,' she said, picking up her whisky glass, 'take me to my room.'
I did as I was bid and she made it clear that I was getting no further than the bedroom door, as she kissed me goodnight.
* * * * * *
Jane had not emerged by the time I left the house in the morning. I needed to get to the university, as there was a load of statistical information I was due to process. With difficulty I banished thoughts of what had happened the night before with my sexy landlady, and buckled down to some serious work. I managed to get fully engrossed in it and worked through solidly, just stopping for a quick sandwich at lunch time. Then in mid afternoon my mobile phone bleeped. I had a text message. It was just two words:
–tinkle tinkle.
It was Jane. I texted her back:
-Hi Jane How R U?
Almost immediately there came a response:
-Emergency, need U here.
-But I'm at work!
-Urgent U come home!
I wondered what the crisis was. Was she in danger? Well there was only one way to find out.
I texted her 'OK', switched off my PC and grabbed my stuff. It was a bright, sunny, warm and sultry day, with hardly any breeze. I reached my car, and stepping on the gas got back in a record 15 minutes.
I parked the car and strode into the house.
'Jane, where are you?' I couldn't find her anywhere. Was she upstairs? I decided to check in the sitting room. She wasn't there, but the patio doors were open. She was out on the patio.
It was a relief to find her. I rushed out to her.
'Hi, Jane!'
She was lying on her tummy face down on her recliner. She had a long glass with what looked like fruit juice and ice. There was a jug and a second glass.
And she was naked. All she was wearing was a pair of wrap-around sunshades.
'Ah there you are John. Pour yourself a drink.'
I did so, and sat down to drink it. I think I tasted some vodka in with the juice. She looked beautiful and so, so sexy.
'Eh, what's the crisis, Jane?'
'I needed you here.'
'Well I'm here.'
'So, kiss me!'
She sat up and I kneeled down before her. I removed her sun glasses and took her face in my hands. Then I kissed her hungrily. I moved my right hand to her left breast, and began kissing her neck.
She began pulling at my tee shirt.
'You'd better get out of those clothes.'
I pulled of my tee shirt.
'And the rest,' she said, stroking my chest.
So I kicked off my trainers, socks and jeans.
'Come on!'
I removed my underpants and my cock lurched to an eager erection. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it.
'The thing is John I've got Emma's Rules sorted. There's more we can do. And I want it.'
She engulfed my cock head in her mouth. I gasped.
'So what have you decided?'
She came up for air and looked at me seriously.
'I want you inside me.'
'But, I promised Emma, no pussy.'
'I enjoyed it last night, when you did that thing, licking my bottom.'
'Rimming?'
'Yes, it was delicious. And naughty. You were very naughty last night. I will have to punish you.
'Oh. What had you mind?'
'You'll see. But first I've decided where your cock is going. My bottom. I want you to fuck me in the arse. Please.'
'Please?'
'Yes, I'm asking nicely. You want to don't you?' She squeezed my very rigid and eager cock. It wanted to.
'Bugger.'
'Yes, that's the word.'
'Wow. Yes, I want to. Wow!'
'First of all you can lick my back. That's what I was thinking of when I texted you.' She lay down on her tummy.
I pushed her luxuriant blond hair up from her neck, and began kissing and licking it, pausing to suck her ear. Then as my mouth moved to the top of her back I felt her hands on my cock and fondling my scrotum. As I licked along her backbone she pulled my cock into her mouth. Then I pulled apart her buttocks and pushed my mouth onto the sweet puckered hole of her arse.
She let out a low moan as I pushed at her anus with my tongue. Then I pressed it with my finger. She murmured and pulled at my arm. She handed me a tube of KY jelly, and I squeezed a globule to spread round the entrance. Inserting a lubricated finger was easy, and I pushed it gently in and out. Eventually she relaxed and I could put in two fingers, then three to stretch the entrance.
'Are you ready?'
'Yes.'
I moved on top of her arse and gently inserted my very hard cock. I moved it slowly in and out. It was a long gentle fuck, culminating in the inevitable frenzy of movement as I came.
Eventually I moved off her and lay back. She reached for her drink.
'Mmm. I needed that,' she whispered.
'Me too.'
* * * * * * *
She insisted on going to her private suite to clean up later, so I showered seperately. Then in the breakfast room we had a meal, which she prepared. It was an expensive ready meal, something Indian, and we drank long cold beers.
Afterwards she said she was going to her room. I was to wait in the sitting room, but to draw the curtains, and get the whisky. She would return when she was ready.
Well she was full of surprises so I had no idea what to expect. I turned on the tv, seeking porn. Eventually I found something featuring a guy being tied up by a leggy lady in latex. Looked good to me, and I was settling back to enjoy it when Jane appeared.
She looked incredible. She was wearing her black half-cup bra, black stockings with suspenders, long black gloves, ridiculously high heels... and no knickers. In her hand she held the black horse crop I had found in her room.
'Wow, you look fantastic, Jane.'
'I promised that I would punish you.' She swished her horse crop, and whacked the arm of the couch with it. Then she moved over close to me and holding the back of my head she kissed
me hard.
'You know you deserve to be punished,' she whispered huskily.
'I do?'
'You were very naughty this afternoon.' She took a sip from her whisky glass. She kissed me again her hand rubbing on my trousers. 'Admit it.'
'I thought it was what you wanted.'
'Yes, it was what I wanted. I wanted you to be naughty. Now you must be punished.' She kissed me again. I put my hand on her buttocks.
'Okay.' I was a little breathless, as her hands loosened my belt and pushed my trousers down. I stepped out of them, and she pushed off my underpants. My cock was becoming hard as she gently squeezed it with her hand.
'So admit it.' Her hand was massaging my cock to erection.
'I was naughty.'
'And you want to be punished.'
'And I want to be punished.' I would have said anything she wanted as she stroked my cock.
'Good.' She stepped back from me and viewed me. I was wearing only a tee shirt. 'Now bend over.'
I did as she bid, holding my ankles with my hands.
'When I have finished you must say thank you Jane.'
'Okay.'
With that she thwacked me with the horse crop. I gritted my teeth, it was quite painful. She looked carefully at my bum, and stroked my cock. Then struck me again. In all she did it six times.
'Right that will do for now.'
'Thank you Jane.'
'So kiss me.'
I took her in my arms and kissed her fiercely. My hard cock pressed against her tummy, and my hand was on her bottom. She moaned.
'Maybe I had better rub some lotion on your sore bottom,' she muttered, placing her hand on my rear.
Then the telephone rang.
I looked at Jane, thinking she would want to ignore it. Eventually it stopped. Then only a few seconds later it started again.
'Do you want to answer it Jane?'
'No, you answer it,' she said with a smile.
I picked up the receiver.
'Hullo.'
'Hi, it's me!' It was Emma phoning from Australia.
'Hi Emma. How is Australia?'
'Fantastic, even though it's winter here.'
'How is the place where you are staying? And the University?'
And Emma went on to tell me at length. It sounded good. I struggled to sound normal and give her responses which gave no hint of my situation.
Jane was watching me looking amused, and with a wicked glint in her eye. She began to stroke my cock so that it stayed erect. I squirmed, barely able to cope.
Then Emma asked:
'Are you being good John?'
'What do you mean? Of course.'
'You haven't brought any girls home?'
'No, of course not!'
'No pussy?'
'No, certainly not!'
Just then Jane escalated matters by taking my cock head in her mouth. She looked at me with eyes filled with amusement at my predicament, as she quietly sucked me.
Then Emma went on to ask:
'Are you being nice to Mum?'
'Oh yes, Emma, I'm being very nice to your Mum!'
The End.
Three Strikes, I'm Out?
My heart skipped a beat when the boss stopped by my cubicle, and I'm sure I blushed when his eye caught mine. I was on the phone with a client, and suddenly very conscious of my end of the conversation - especially when the boss smiled and gave me a thumbs up as he listened - but also eager to get off the phone so I could find out why he had stopped by to see me. My position was very much an entry-level one, so even though I knew him to be a hands-on leader, it was unusual that he'd stop by a cubicle like mine. For a moment, I indulged the thought that he would ask me out, but quickly focused on work again, conscious that he was listening carefully to my phone conversation.
"Nice work, Bailey," he said, reaching out to shake my hand, "glad to hear such a professional approach with our clients over the phone!"
"Wow, thanks, Mr..."
"No need to be so formal, Bailey," he interrupted me, "please, call me Jason."
"Oh, really? Well, thanks, Jason! So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm a little disappointed in you. You know we've been trying to put together a team for the softball league, and yet you don't share with me that you were a star on your college team?"
"Well, that was a few years ago. And I don't know if I'd use the word 'star'..."
"Are you kidding? We're not exactly a pro league, we need every decent player we can get! And once Laura in accounting spilled your secret, I looked up your college stats. If you hit only half as well as you did your senior year, you'd be a great addition to our lineup! Oh, and I really need a catcher I can count on."
"So you're the pitcher?" I really hadn't thought much about playing since graduating two years back and deciding to focus on my career. But the thought of being able to play with Jason - I still couldn't believe he wanted me to call him Jason - was definitely a selling point. I'd had a huge crush on this guy since the first time we'd met.
"That's me - pitcher, wrangler of new members of the team, pretty much a utility man when it comes to keeping this team running. So, are you in?"
"Sure, count me in. When do we practice?"
"Well, unfortunately I'll need you to jump right into a game - our first game is Friday. You up for it? Our next practice isn't until next Tuesday."
"Sure, what the heck. Why not!"
"Alright, I'll make sure we have a uniform for you tomorrow, and I'll e-mail you the full schedule and directions to the field where we play. Thanks so much, Bailey, knew I could count on you to be a team player - literally!"
My phone rang again, and Jason said, "Alright, back to work - see you tomorrow!"
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
I had to admit, it was exciting to be back on the field again, especially without the pressure of playing for a winning college team. A few of the colleagues I already knew greeted me when I arrived at the field that Friday evening, and I was quickly introduced to those I hadn't met. It was an odd feeling at first, putting on the catcher's gear, but I soon felt at home as I crouched behind the plate, awaiting the first delivery from Jason. I had a great top of the first, throwing out a runner who attempted to steal second, and was having a great time catching pitches again. Slow-pitch was a big adjustment from the fast-pitch I'd played in college, but I quickly remembered the pleasure of being part of a team, the joy of competition.
Jason had put me in the lineup as the cleanup hitter, a vote of confidence which I wore proudly as I marched up to the plate for my first at-bat, with two of my teammates on base. Swing, strike one. Wow, I was way ahead of that pitch. I thought I'd made the adjustment by playing catcher, but apparently I was still off. Oh well, shake it off. Swing, strike two. OK, Bailey, calm down. I called time, stepped out of the batter's box, leaned the bat against my legs, and reached up to adjust my cap, tightening the hairband holding up my long blonde ponytail. Alright, this is it. Swing, strike three. I sulked back to the bench and hung my head. I hadn't struck out swinging since, like, ever!
One at-bat was just one at-bat, I told myself. Harder to tell myself that when the game was over, and I'd gone 0-4. My teammates were fine with it - after all, it was my first game, and it was just for fun anyway! Oh, and we'd managed to win, in spite of my complete inability to hit anyone in. But my inner athlete had returned, the competitive spirit that had made me a successful college player, and I was humiliated by being unable to catch up to - or I should say, slow down for, the balloon pitches from the opposing pitcher.
Jason found me still sitting on the bench after many of the other players had already headed home. "Hey, Bailey, don't be so hard on yourself - it's just a game!" He stood above me, resting one foot up on the bench next to where I was sitting.
"Yeah, I know. I just can't believe how different it is to hit those slow pitches - guess I'm still used to the rhythm of the fast-pitch game, even after a few years away from playing!"
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p; "Well, I can tell that you're a very talented player - so it's just a matter of getting your timing down. You need to be a little more patient than you're used to, the ball just isn't coming at you as fast. I'd be happy to stick around for a while tonight if you'd like to work on your rhythm?"
I looked up at him, was once again pulled in by his genuine smile, and nodded, smiling back, taking him up on the offer.
We hung out at the field for at least another hour, Jason or I occasionally breaking down into laughter at my ridiculous swings, until I finally started to feel comfortable, hitting a few solid ground balls, ropes out to the outfield, and even, finally, a home run over the right-field fence.
"On that note, Bailey, why don't we call it a night."
"Thanks so much, Jason, I really appreciate your taking the time to do this!"
"Hey, my pleasure. After all, we can't have our cleanup hitter swinging through every pitch, can we?"
*-*-*-*-*-*-*
What started out as a fairly innocent office crush quickly became an all-consuming passion. Not only was I seeing Jason at work, but every Tuesday night for practice, every Friday night for games. And I was in uncharted territory. Throughout my high school and college years, I'd always had guys falling all over me, always had a date - or more - whenever I wanted. I was the successful athlete with the great body, who looked equally good - and knew it - sliding into second or dancing at the club. Now, I was the one drooling over the cute, successful guy. And although we were spending lots of time together, and he was perfectly charming, he either wasn't interested, or was playing hard-to-get. And it was driving me up the wall: I had never had to practice the techniques of trying to win someone's affections, and I sucked at it!
Jason was in his early 40s, had enjoyed great success in business, but not at the expense of his personal life - he was well-liked by employees and business partners alike, and enjoyed life to the fullest when he wasn't working. He was an avid runner, skier, active in many local community causes, and rarely said 'no' to a fun night out, whether a trip to the symphony with some of his wealthy older colleagues, or a visit to the pub for a few beers after a hard day of work.
My first attempt to send him signals that I was interested in more than just catching his balls, was to select a few of my more revealing outfits to wear to the office, and then find excuses to be passing by his office or meet him as he got off the elevator. Whether it was my favorite red silk blouse which showed off my perfect breasts, or a short black skirt which left little of my long, athletic legs to the imagination, I rearranged my closet so that anything I picked would show off my great figure. Rather than putting my hair up, as I often did for work, I let it down, showing off my long blonde locks. Similarly, although I often wore glasses to the office, knowing I'd spend several hours working at the computer, I began wearing my contacts instead, showing off my big blue eyes.
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