Would they know what I had done?
The End.
Closet Quickie
We are in a poorly lit room and you have me up on a table of some sort with my skirt (I know) hiked up and my thong is nowhere to be found. You are driving two of your fingers inside of me because you are a selfish bitch and the sound of me begging for more gets you off. You couldn't keep your hands off of me nor could you sit still and you excused us so you could find the first empty room, in this case a supply closet, so you could fuck me. Who was I to object?
My fingers are buried in your hair, my mouth is attached to your ear, and my legs are wrapped around your waist. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want you to take me. When I cum, and baby it is exquisite, my head and eyes roll back and I open my mouth in a silent scream; I can't breathe. You're too good to me sometimes and you work me hard through my orgasm then slowly cease your movements letting my muscles spasm around your fingers until their movements stop as well. You go to your knees in front of me and I shake my head.
"Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine..," I repeat over and over until you stand back up, hushing me with a kiss.
"Isn't that misuse of a safe word?" You ask bringing what appears to be my thong to your nose and inhaling my scent.
Watching you sniff my thong with an all too starved look in your eyes makes me squirm with aching need before I answer, "Yes but if you were to go down on me we would be in here for hours and your parents most likely know what we're doing. We've been gone almost 20 minutes."
Squinting your eyes at me, you stuff my thong into your pocket and exit the room leaving me by myself. I sigh heavily and slowly lower myself back to my feet and then out to the hall where I quickly find a bathroom to assess the damage. It appears to be minimal but my pussy says other wise and it takes me a few minutes to effectively clean up the wett mess between my legs. Catching a last glimpse at myself in the mirror before heading out of the restroom I try to conceal the look on my face.
When I finally make it back to the table and back to your side I can tell by the look on your face and the death glare I am receiving from your mother the: I JUST GOT FUCKED!!! Written across my forehead is a blinking light display. The look on your sister's face is comical as she tries not to laugh behind her knowing smile. Not knowing what else to do I ask your mother, "So that cake you made last week was absolutely scrumptious. Would you mind sharing the recipe?"
Your mother simply asks, "Are you fucking my daughter?"
I look to you but you are buried in the menu. And in my defense part of the reason why you love me are my witty come backs, "Nope just this one time."
The End.
Mick
I hadn't seen Mick in over ten years. But those blond curls, the muscular shoulders, even from the back I knew it was him.
"Hey stranger..." I said.
He turned to face me. Time stopped, just for an instant, and then he smiled.
"Hey back." I had forgotten about that grin. Sexy, cheeky, it could get him out of absolutely anything. "It's been a long time. What are you up to these days, missy?"
"I moved. You will never guess where to either." I said with a smile. "Remember I said I'd never holiday in...."
"You didn't!" Mick interrupted. I nodded. "A man, I'm guessing? It always is with you, isn't it Are you happy?" I nodded again. "Good."
Just like old times, we slipped straight into the gentle teasing I had always loved. He hadn't changed. Still just as big a flirt, just as naughty as ever. He teased me about my inability to keep a man, about my driving, about my lust for drummers. I teased him about still living in his parents' basement.
"After all these years, after all the girls who walked through the door, the parties, the bands jamming at all hours of the morning, the smoke blowing into your parents' bedroom window, I'm surprised they still let you live there!"
"What can I say, they love me." Mick smiled that devilish grin and I believed him. "You should come and have a look at what we've done. The house has changed a lot since you were there last."
I laughed. "I think I'm a bit old to be fucking in that squeaky bed above your mother's room. Remember that time at breakfast, she asked us to wait until she was asleep or..."
Mick cut me off. "...fuck in another bed! How could I forget the look on your face. Like you wanted the ground to swallow you up. Hey, who says we have to fuck? My folks would love to see you. You should come over."
I thought back. Mick was always the guy I went to after I broke up with someone else. I could always count on him for a shoulder to cry on and a hard dick to fuck. I couldn't remember a time I'd been to his house and we hadn't ended up naked. I knew that would be the exact same outcome this time. Truth be told, the idea was pretty hot. I was wavering. It was only a matter of time before I gave in.
"Ok, ok, I'll come over. But seriously, have we ever been able to keep our hands to ourselves?" I knew exactly what I was getting myself into and I was kind of looking forward to it.
As I walked down the familiar driveway, I could almost smell the cum. Everywhere I looked, we had fucked. Mick and I had been lovers when we were teenagers and we had let our hormones run wild. We spent days at a time smoking joints, watching bad sci-fi tv and fucking. So much fucking.
We were young though and the sex was pretty tame. Mick used to tease me about anal sex. He said I'd hate it, but he never gave me the opportunity to find out. I knew I wanted to be fucked in the ass, even then, but I was too scared to try. He'd be surprised now to see how much of an anal slut I'd become. I knew if we ended up fucking that afternoon, I'd have to show him how much I loved it.
I stopped at the door and took a deep breath. My pussy was starting to tingle. I rang the bell and waited.
"You're here! Come in. It's been such a long time, hasn't it?" Mick's dad greeted me warmly. He put an arm around my waist and steered me through the entrance way into the living room. I immediately noticed the renovations they had done.
"Mick said you'd done work to the house. I love the windows. It looks great."
"Were you talking about me?" I turned towards the familiar voice. Mick was standing at the top of the basement stairs.
"I was just telling your dad how much I like what he's done here."
"Come and see what I've done downstairs then. Before dad starts to bore you with all the details."
I turned away from the older man and followed Mick down the stairs, shutting the door at the bottom like I'd done so many times before. I looked around. Everything looked the same, there were no renovations.
"I don't see any work. Are you sure that wasn't an excuse to get me down here so you can bend me over the desk there?" I asked. Not that I cared. Mick was just as hot as he'd always been, and I was starting to get wet just standing there.
"Would I do a thing like that?" Mick grinned.
"Um... yes."
He leaned back against the wall. I couldn't help looking down at his cock. I could see that it was hard.
"Actually, I finally did the bathroom. Go and look." He nodded in the direction of the bathroom but didn't move from where he was.
"It needed it." I was talking about the bathroom, but moving towards Mick. I stopped in front of him. My heart was pounding. After all these years, he still made me nervous. It was now or never. Without breaking his gaze I reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. He sighed.
I kneeled down until his cock was right in front of my face. I unzipped his pants and let them fall. I could smell him. I pulled his boxer shorts down to his knees. I put my hands on his thighs and breathed on his cock lightly. He sighed again. As much as I wanted to savour this moment, I was desperate to have his cock inside me so I swallowed it down greedily. As it hit the back of my throat, Mick groaned loudly.
I looked up and his eyes were closed. He was off in his own world. I sucked his cock, swallowing it deeper and deeper.
"I want to show you something" I said, standing up.
Mick was still leaning
against the wall, his hard prick, glistening with my saliva, was pointing at the ceiling. "What?"
"Remember how you always said I'd hate anal?" I took Mick's hand and lead him to the couch. He sat down, wide-eyed.
I turned away from him and bent over. I pulled my skirt up over my ass. I wasn't wearing underwear. I grabbed my ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing my hole to Mick.
"Spit on it." I growled. My pussy was dripping. I could hardly wait for what was coming next.
Mick spit on my ass and tentatively rubbed the spit over my ass hole. He slipped the tip of a finger in there. He wiggled it a bit and took it out. I don't think he knew exactly what to do and I wasn't waiting for him to figure it out.
I bent down further until the tip of Mick's now leaking cock was pressed against my hole. I leaned back. Mick grabbed my hips and pulled me on to him. I moaned as the tip of his cock slipped inside me. My ass was on fire from being stretched out without lube but I didn't care. I sat all the way back, filling my ass.
"You nasty slut," said Mick. "I said you wouldn't like it, but you are trying to prove me wrong."
"Trying?" I asked, rocking back and forward on Mick's lap, loving the feeling of his dick stretching me out. "I'm not trying, I do love anal."
"We'll see...." Mick said. In one quick movement he pushed me off him, grabbing my arms behind my back and pushing me face down onto the desk opposite the couch. "We'll see if you like it after I'm done with you."
I cried out as Mick slammed his shaft back into my ass. He pounded me harder and harder until I had trouble catching my breath. This was the sadist in him I hadn't forgotten about.
He pulled all the way out slowly, then rammed his entire length into me again. He did it again and again. Slowly out, roughly in. Bent over with my face on the desk, I couldn't see it, but I knew he was grinning.
"Are you still enjoying it? Are you still the innocent little 19 year old who was all talk but no action? Huh? Are you still the same little prick-tease?" He thrust his cock into me with each question.
He was probably thinking I was the same naive little thing. He only pulled out of my ass because he really thought he was hurting me. But he was wrong.
"Of course I'm still enjoying it. Now put your cock back in me."
"Oh, you little whore. You'll get it for that, now get on your knees and suck your dirty ass juices off my cock."
I did as I was told of course. I sucked his cock clean. He groaned.
"Oh fuck yes...... You nasty slut, now get back over the desk so I can fuck you again some more."
I bent over the desk, spread my legs and waited. My body was tense, expecting to have my ass violated any second. I looked back at Mick. His pants were in a pile in front of the couch, but he hadn't taken his shirt off. He was standing behind me, pantless and hard. His hands were on his hips and he was looking very proud if himself.
"What?" I asked.
"I used to fantasize about this."
Mick leaned forward and rubbed my pussy. He bent over and whispered in my ear. "This is not the last time this will happen." He stood up again and forced his cock back into my ass. My muscles tightened in shock. It was starting to hurt. Every thrust made me clench in pain. This only made Mick fuck me harder.
"Cum in me, please." I begged. I was in pain and wanted it to stop but it also felt so good. I reached down and started rubbing my clit. I was close to cumming but the pain was starting to overwhelm me.
"I thought you said you could take it." Mick grunted, between thrusts. "I thought you said you loved it. I guess.... you.... were..... wrong...." His hot cum shot into my ass. Still Mick kept pounding me, proving his point. "Do you want me to stop or can you take it?"
I could barely speak, but I managed to squeak out, "Keep going...."
"Fucking... slut...." He kept pounding.
My fingers rubbed furiously at my clit. I was so close. I pushed through the pain as I felt my muscles tighten more.
"Fuck yes, make my ass cum." I shouted.
Mick grunted as he drove into me. His cock was getting soft but he didn't let up. I clenched around him as I came.
He stayed still as I caught my breath, then slipped his cock out of me. I trickle of cum ran down my leg.
"Do you still love it?" he asked. "I was thinking next time, there might be two of us to prove you wrong. What do you think?"
As if he even needed to ask.
The End.
June's Panties
"No! It can't be lunch time already!"
The thought screamed through John's brain as he looked at the clock in the bottom corner of his computer monitor, and realized he was nowhere near getting this presentation done by the close of business today.
John is the Information Systems Director for a small not-for-profit organization, and the presentation he was working on was for the Board Meeting first thing Monday morning. He needed to win the board over to get funding for this new computer system, and was suffering from a creative brain-fart, so the presentation was barely started.
He liked his job, especially since he was one of the few males in a mostly female office, and he was the highest ranking staff member on his floor, which IT shared with the Accounting and Marketing departments. His female coworkers varied in age, size, weight and personality, but mostly they all got along well.
"Another Friday night shot to hell" he actually muttered out loud, as he grabbed his suit jacket and walked swiftly toward the elevator. His plan was to grab a quick sandwich at the downtown deli to bring back and eat at his desk. He was checking email on his Blackberry as he walked down the hall, not looking where he was going, so he didn't notice the rest room door open.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING LYNCH!" June exclaimed, with a mock sense of disdain in her voice.
John looked up from his Blackberry and right into June's powder blue eyes, which twinkled with that signature sparkle. They were almost standing nose to nose, since he never saw her coming out of the rest room, and he very nearly ran right into her.
He let his gaze wander down her body and was treated to quite the view. Instead of her usual business attire, June was dressed in a pair of loose red running shorts with a white microfiber running shirt draped over her petite frame. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, accentuating her deep blue eyes, and he admired her firm toned legs.
Obviously she was going to spend her lunch hour doing a something healthier than grabbing an overstuffed deli sandwich.
John was older than June, and over the years that they worked together, he watched her get married, have children, and grow from a young hottie to a bona fide MILF. The joke around the office was that she was a poor-man's Helen Hunt, and other than the somewhat modest chest, she did bear a striking resemblance to the actress.
She always called John by his last name, and pretended to be tough and aloof around him, but he always noticed the gleam in her eyes when they were together. Kind of like pre-teen girls, who are always meanest to the guys they like the most. But June was a 40-year old mother of three, although you would never guess looking at her in that running outfit.
"Sorry about that Lazlo" he apologized with an equally sarcastic tone, and then sped off to the elevator, too stressed about his presentation to engage in the flirty banter they usually shared. He did sneak a glance over his shoulder though, as June headed the opposite way toward the stairs, enjoying the image of her sweet round ass as it jiggled beneath her silky running shorts. "What if?" he thought to himself, and let out an audible sigh.
Back at his desk, working around the mostly-eaten pastrami on rye, John was now making headway on his presentation. Going out for lunch seemed to clear his head, and his creative juices were flowing, as he double-checked his spreadsheets and created the graphs.
"Almost done," he thought to himself, "I might salvage Friday night after all." He was feeling pretty good about himself, until he looked at the clock on his computer screen again.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S 6:30 PM!" he actual
ly yelled out loud, completely losing track of time. The office closes at five o'clock, and on Fridays, folks flee from the building like it's on fire. John poked his head out of his office and saw nothing but empty desks and dark hallways. At this hour, even the cleaning crew has finished up and gone home for the weekend, so he knew he had to be the only idiot still working in the building.
Since he was already up, and the pastrami sandwich was sitting like a rock in his stomach, he decided to head down to the rest room. There were two "one seaters" on the floor, and because the staff was mostly female, they were shared unisex bathrooms, instead of the usual Men and Women room. The bathroom by John's office was the smaller of the two, barely bigger than a closet. The one down in the Accounting, near June's office, was much larger and more comfortable, and even had a small love seat in there, although John could never figure out why.
He decided to walk down to the larger bathroom, to see if anyone else was working late, and because he felt like taking his time in the bathroom, the image of June in her skimpy running outfit racing back through his brain, causing the usual stir in his trousers.
The hallways and offices at the other end of the building were dark, so he knew he was the only one there. He felt his way down the hall, nearly blinding himself when he opened the bathroom door and flicked on the switch, the room and his eyes flooding with light.
Blinking to get rid of the spots, he unbuckled his belt and was about to drop his pants and sit on the toilet, when he noticed a gym bag sitting on the loveseat. Walking over to it with his pants still mostly undone, he saw the "JL" monogram and felt his cock stiffen, as he realized it belonged to June. He slowly slid the zipper open and looked inside, and could see the red running shorts and sheer white shirt June was wearing earlier. His cock was now at full attention, and he instinctively reached down and started rubbing it over his pants.
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