by Lexi Hots
“Very good,” Martha said. “I think you both will fit in here nicely. Yes, fit in nicely.”
Martha slid her arms out of her red dress and pushed it down past her breasts and stomach to her waist. She pinched her nipples and then rubbed her hands over her enormous breasts. Davis wanted to suck on them, but she wrapped them around his cock and he fit in there nicely just like she said. She rubbed them together over his cock, but then pulled off.
Martha stood in front of Davis and he thought he was getting his chance. He opened his mouth. She said, “Spit between them.”
He worked up his saliva and spit. She rubbed them up and down together. She spread them again.
“Spit more.”
He spit again and she rubbed.
Martha turned and bent over in front of Susan. Davis watched her ass spread in the red dress. It rode up until he saw the very hint of her shaved pussy peeking out from under the end of the dress.
“Spit.”
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Susan did.
“Come on. I saw you do better than that. Don’t make me ram that cock down your throat again to get the spit I need.”
Susan said, “Whatever you want, ma’am.”
She did spit again though.
Martha turned back with her tits glistening between and stroked Davis with them. After a while, she stood and ordered Davis. “Spit.”
He did.
She turned and did the same to Susan.
Martha rubbed her tits together and then said, “Suck my nipples, Susan.”
Davis leaned out and watched Susan suck and lick Martha’s nipples. He started stroking his own hard, wet cock.
Martha turned back and he moved his hand away like he thought he would get in trouble. Martha said nothing about it. He watched her wet nipples bob as she slid up and down his length.
“Get over here, Susan, and take out your tits.”
Susan crawled forward and slowly pulled her arms out. Martha grew impatient and yanked Susan’s dress down in the front. Davis stared at the satin bra and the breasts that weren’t as big as Martha’s, but still big. Martha snapped her fingers on the front clasp and the bra flew open showing how pink Susan’s nipples were. Susan let her bra fall away.
“Slide him between.”
Susan took hold of her breasts and wrapped them around Davis’s cock. She held them together so tight. Martha spit, licked around the head, and spit again. Susan started stroking. Martha stood and fed her nipple into Davis’s mouth. He sucked and licked as he watched Susan work his cock with breasts he had never been allowed to touch before.
Martha periodically spit down on Susan’s tits to keep them lubricated. Sometimes she hit right on Davis’s cock. Sometimes she missed and it ran down the outside of Susan’s breasts. Susan rubbed it back into place and kept going.
Martha stepped back and pulled her dress down showing perfect pussy and ass. She leaned down and pulled Susan’s dress down and over her knees.
“Did I tell you to wear panties?”
Susan kept stroking. “No. I’m sorry.”
Martha yanked those down too and Davis stared at Susan in all her glory.
Martha pushed Susan back and bent over with her ass in Susan’s face. “Spit.”
Susan spit right into the crack.
“Rub it in.”
Susan used two fingers to stroke her spit into Martha’s ass and down along her pussy.
“Spit again.”
Susan did.
“Have you ever pleasured a woman?”
“No.” Susan whispered.
Martha pulled her head forward. “Start.”
Susan stuck out her tongue and licked with enthusiasm.
“Around the clit. Yes. Use your fingers inside too. Oh, that’s perfect.”
Davis stroked himself.
“Lay down on the couch, Susan.”
Davis scooted out of the way and Susan laid down on the other end. Martha put her face in Susan’s pussy and Susan moaned as she quivered.
Martha knelt with her ass flared up at Davis. “Do me.”
He started licking.
“No, fuck me, stupid.”
He rose up on his knees and drove his cock in without being told twice. He gripped Martha’s hips and slammed into her shaking her tits and bouncing her face over Susan’s pussy. Susan was heaving for breath as she watched Davis with her eyes half open. She tugged at one of her own nipples and held her other hand up in the air in a fist and twirled it. Then, she made a pounding motion with her fist.
She smiled and Davis started slamming Martha harder.
Martha rose up off of Susan and moaned. “Oh, yes, is this how you fuck Susan, Davis?”
“I’ve never had sex with her before.”
He had never had actual sex with anyone, but he wasn’t going to drop that information, if he could help it.
“Oh, God,” Martha said. “We have to fix that.”
She pulled away from Davis and his cock felt cold in the air. Martha slid off the couch on her knees. She held Susan’s legs spread. “Show her what she’s missing.”
Susan breathed. “Oh, fuck me, Davis. I want you now.”
He crawled between her legs. Davis took a deep breath and then another. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen – that any of this was happening. Martha reached over and spread Susan’s pussy open with two fingers. Susan licked her lips and then cupped one of Martha’s breasts before sucking on the nipple again.
Davis thought he was going to hyperventilate.
He guided the head of his cock to his girlfriend’s pussy for the first time. It was so tight he could barely push in. He thought he was doing something wrong.
Susan moaned over Martha’s breast. “Don’t stop. Give it to me now. Fill me up, Davis. Do it now.”
He held the base of his cock and pushed into the tight hole inch by inch. Her muscles pulsed and went from relaxed to even tighter. He felt Martha’s fingers slide down both sides of his cock as he slowly entered Susan.
His balls rested against her ass and he realized that he was all the way in. He wanted to go deeper. If the inside of Martha’s pussy was warm, then Susan’s was hot. He pulled back and thrust back in. And then again. Each time he drew back the air felt cold around her wetness, but then he drove back into her heat and it felt like where he belonged.
Martha started twirling her fingers over Susan’s clit and Susan started thrusting up again Davis’s motion. He leaned down and sucked on Susan’s nipples as he drove into her over and over.
Susan’s eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed out in pleasure.
Martha moved her hand back around behind Davis and rubbed his balls and cock as he thrust in and out. He felt himself going over.
“I’m going to cum.”
“Not inside me,” Susan said.
“I’ll take it.” Martha seized his cock and pulled him out.
Davis felt his balls tighten against his body and Martha took half his cock into her mouth. He felt and saw his cock throb between her lips as he unloaded his cum over and over. He thought she was swallowing, but then his cum ran out both sides of her mouth around his cock and dribbled onto her huge tits.
She pulled off of him and gently licked the head of his cock over and over stroking him until he was spent.
Martha left Davis on the sofa and positioned her mouth over Susan’s like she wanted to kiss. Her cheeks were puffed out. Susan smiled and then opened her mouth with her tongue out. Martha spit what remained of Davis’s load into Susan’s mouth. He was surprised how much cum it was.
Martha licked her lips and then Susan’s lips. “Swallow.”
Susan obeyed. “What do you think of our work, Martha?”
As she spoke, Susan’s foot slid over into Davis’s lap and she stroked his cock against his stomach with it.
Martha smiled. “I have positions for both of you. Welcome, to a long, fruitful relationship with your new dream job.”
Susan smiled aga
in. “I think we’ll be very happy here.”
Davis nodded, but then dropped his head back against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed. He still felt Susan’s foot on him as his cock grew hard again. Then, he felt Martha’s mouth kissing and licking him and Susan’s foot.
It seemed that his work here was never done.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 13
She grabbed my hair roughly, pulling me down hard so that my face was pressed right up against her naughty bits. I could feel the woman’s hips arching forward, driving that succulent piece of flesh into my own lips. And I have to admit, even through the panties she had on, it tasted fantastic – I wanted to know just how much better it would be with the wrapping paper removed… judging by her face, the way she was biting her lower lip, it was safe to assume she wanted the same thing.
But, I’m afraid I’ve gotten a little ahead of myself. That all took place a good while later. My real story started several weeks earlier, my first semester of college in fact, when I had just taken a position as a teacher’s aide. A teacher’s helper, really. My counselor told me it would look good on my resume if I assisted some of the professors with a few of their more mundane activities. Little did I know that the professor assigned to me would be a middle aged mother, equipped with some of the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen, and a penchant for the dirty things in life (most of which involved filling her full of a very specific substance)… The trouble was, to my little virgin mind, I could barely spell my own name out, let alone file any papers away when she came around.
And she sure came quite often…
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Everyone always talks about the great things that happen at college. The parties, the booze, the drugs, and yes… the girls! That was my biggest hope. Somehow I’d gone my entire high school life without so much as holding a girl’s hand – let alone kissing one or going all the way! Well, that’s not entirely true. There was that time when I reached out to push the classroom door open just as one of the cheerleader girls tried doing the same, and my hand accidentally touched hers. I’ll never forget the look on that poor, perfect face. A mixture of revulsion and detestation. Like she’d just stepped in a pile of some unmentionable goo. A real life tainting substance.
But when I saw that girl staring at me, with her pretty face and that awkward expression, I remember how badly I wanted to whip my cock out and spray all over that mouth. She was quite a catch as the old geezers might say. Instead, what actually happened was I turned bright red as an iron and stumbled backwards, mentioning something about after you miss. And that pretty much sums up the closest I’d ever gotten to a real, live woman. Physical touch was a big deal to me. I went home all of that week AND the next to jerk myself off, thinking about the sensation of her skin on mine (and several times in the school bathroom).
But now, being in college I felt some semblance of hope you might say. With so many new women and the general feeling of freedom, of liberation from our households back home… it was supposed to be beautiful. The girls would be flocking to me! Lining up against a wall for me to pick and choose the best looking of the bunch. If I wanted a girl with a nice, round and plump ass – then I’d simply point at her, and she’d be mine.
That was the dream…
As it turns out, in reality, I was as bad as or even worse with girls than I had been in high school. Whereas it seemed many of them had matured, both physically and mentally, I remained the same reserved, shy, bashful creature I’d always been. And so far no one had taken pity on me or found the meek appearance to be adorable or cute in any way…
One blond lady walked by me during my first week on campus. She was hauling a heavy load of bags. I went over and stuttered something out, asking if she’d like me to carry those for her. The girl, and I kid you not, just rolled her eyes at me and laughed without so much as slowing down a single step. She laughed at me. My innocent act of kindness had been rejected. And this was the introduction my college dreamland…
Keeping that in mind, I resigned myself to focus on studying and working hard. If I couldn’t get the girl, then I’d at least get the A+.
And that strategy seemed to be working quite well. Most of my time was spent laboring away, churning out notes, or other such scholarly things. My spare moments were used looking at porn, peeping at the local girls as they walked across the campus, and compulsively masturbating to them. The usual nerd’s life.
But that would all soon change…
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During my reclusive studying period, I had applied to be a teacher’s assistant for any of the professors on campus. I didn’t much care which. A little errand boy, if you will. Being somebody’s bitch? No, I wasn’t too particular about whose. Luckily, within a short duration of time I had been assigned to one of the ungrateful, pompous dimwits.
I received a letter in the mail, the envelope smelling of strong, feminine perfume. It was short and to the point – your basic, hello I’m so glad to have you on board, welcome, blah blah blah, please report to room 203 on Monday at yada yada. The standard crap. Signed by some obtuse moron by the name of K. Thruste. I imagined some kind of fat and unsightly man. The sort who had forced his secretary to send out this perfume laden note. It didn’t really matter. Any idiot would do. Another notch to have on my resume…
And as I walked over to room 203 on the appointed day at the appointed time, I couldn’t help but stare at the countless women scurrying about the grounds and halls. Beautiful things! Many wearing some tight-fitting attires, which seemed to accentuate their feminine parts in just the right places. They made me so horny… All I wanted to do was grab one of those snobby bitches by the hair and force my dick inside her juicy little cunt. It made me terribly angry being able to see all these tempting girls, but never being able to attain any of them for myself. I was the proverbial fat kid in the candy store – only they’d put me in a glass box just beside my favorite treats – left to stare and slobber, forever denied a taste of the mouth-watering goods.
There was one cute little thing wearing a pair of the tightest and perhaps the shorts jean shorts I’d ever seen in my life. Anyone looking on would assume they had been painted on her skin. All you could see was the dark coloring holding firmly against her round butt. All I managed to do was sigh and shake my head, once again knowing that something this fine, something this wonderful, would be out of my reach forever. I was like one of those wacky cartoon villains who is always trying to steal something but never has any luck. Only my suffering didn’t end after two commercial breaks and a thirty minute time slot. My pain and frustration stayed with me every second of the day. Every little tick of the clock. I felt the bitterness seeping through my body; despite the generous amount of jerk-off sessions I had, they did little to relieve the actual root of my despair.
My hand would always be with me! I’d always have it. Stroking myself while staring at some internet ass or fantasizing about one of the comely campus whores only took me so far. I, more often than not, sat in my chair afterward with the unsatisfied cum running down my hand… just shaking my head in disgust. Yeah, I could rub one out, but it didn’t have any feeling or satisfaction. The act only seemed to intensify my craving for a real feminine experience…
And so you can imagine my surprise when I walked into room 203 on that fateful day...
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The door had been left open, and so I entered without a sound, finding the large room entirely empty – aside from one woman seated in a chair at the side opposite me, her body turned around and bent over (the top portion of her hair left exposed), rummaging for something beneath the desk. I knocked twice on the door.
“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, spinning around in her swivel chair. “You must be my little assistant, aren’t you?”
The question left me quite puzzled for a moment. I had been expecting some mal
e doofus. Instead… what I saw was a woman of, hmm how should I say it, my fucking dreams! My god! She was the real deal, alright. The first thing that caught my eye was those gorgeous tits. They were popping right out of her executive style top. She had more cleavage than a street corner hooker, and yet somehow, managed to pull it off all while looking like a classy woman of good social standing. Well, perhaps not that far. But those boobs, sweet lord!
I wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to them, and I hadn’t even gotten around to looking at the rest of her body. They were that tantalizing… There I was left in a daze, thinking of how much I’d like to lick, milk, bite, squeeze, suffocate, and whatever else in those tits! Maybe not so much the milking first off… but definitely the licking and suffocating. I wanted to feel those big babies pressed on either side of my face, just reaching down to jerk myself off as she rubbed them all along my skin.
