Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

  I was pushing back against the intrusion of that oral digit.

  It was getting closer and I could feel it clawing to find its release. This was far superior to anything I had used on myself. The cock seesawing in and out of my mouth was rapidly closing in on the pleasing sensation of orgasm.

  “I’m going to use your mouth to satisfy my cravings. Fuck me…here it comes and this has been a long time coming.” His knob roared with defiance with a jettison of white hot lava. It pumped with a life of its own and it wasn’t easy to swallow what I was receiving.

  It was made even more difficult from the orgasm that was whitewashing Benjamin’s face. I probably would have collapsed onto the floor had it not been for the both of them holding me up by the waist and the hair.

  What they had just done had made my body into their own wonderland. I was damned and determined to return the favor by giving them the gift of my purity.

  “I’m famished and it has nothing to do with food. There’s a meal right here for the both of you to feast on. I’ve heard of this position that’s called spit roasting. One of you is going to fuck my mouth and the other one is going to bang the living daylights out of me. You might even have a chance to switch roles, but that remains to be seen.” I stumbled back and landed heavily on a dining room chair.

  There was quite the mess smeared all over Benjamin’s face. The look of authority came over his features. He ripped open his shirt without even unbuttoning it first. He stepped out of his pants and was soon holding onto my legs with his cock ready to forge ahead.

  “You’re so fucking wet and my lips are still burning in a good way. I’m going to make you cum from deep dicking you. I have been described as the energizer bunny in the sack. I tend to keep going long after my lover has been exhausted.” I was looking forward to seeing if he could back up his claim with actions.

  His animalistic overture found me in the position of watching him enter one inch at a time. I felt some discomfort, but it soon became a fire within my loins. I lost my breath and I fell backward with my head over the side of the chair. Upside down, I could see that Dylan needed some mouth to mouth resuscitation.

  “I want that cock in my mouth and I’m not going to accept any substitutes.” He was holding onto the chair and the table at the same time while dipping his wick between my lips.

  I lit his fire and we soon had an interesting pace where they would both pull out and then fuck me deeply at the same time. This was my idea of pleasure. The feeling was out of this world and I was happy this was happening with the two people I admired the most.

  “I want you so bad that I can taste it. I should have realized that I wouldn’t be able to fight the idea of being with you. Your pussy is greedy and she swallowed me all the way down to the balls. The walls of your hole are holding me tightly in a scorching embrace.” His words made me gobble up the evidence of Dylan’s arousal. He had risen to the occasion and was once again feeling the comforts of my lips and my tongue.

  “I haven’t had the pleasure of fucking her and maybe we should change positions.” I really did want Dylan, but I had ideas of having my cake and eating it too.

  I pushed back on Benjamin’s chest, feeling his heart beating under my fingertips. I scrambled onto the table on my hands and knees.

  “I’ve mentioned in passing that I was interested in trying two at a time. I’m not ready for anal, but I’m sure that experimentation will become normal for us. What I’m suggesting is both of you fuck my pussy. Benjamin slide underneath me and I will sit on you. Dylan, you can take your position right beside him.” I didn’t have to wait very long to see the smiling face of Benjamin staring up at me.

  I only had to look over my shoulder see Dylan already holding onto his prized possession. I reached underneath me and felt both of their mushroom tips touching my lips.

  I prepared myself by gritting my teeth and then pushing back against them. They were applying pressure and I moaned quite loudly. The heads were the only part of their shafts making entry.

  They used their considerable weight advantage against me. All the breath from my body exhaled when they used the wet and slippery walls of my pussy to bottom out.

  I slapped my hands down on Benjamin’s chest to fire him up. A hard swat made me moan even louder than I was already. I thought it was going to be hard to keep this position, but they were able to handle it.

  “Yes…give me both of them and you better not stop. Fuck my hole and make my cream boil in an earth shattering orgasm.” They were taking things to the next level and I could hear them both breathing like they were a part of a marathon.

  “This is so damn good that I never want it to end. I haven’t even tried your mouth, but I know there is time for that. You are in a league of your own, Samantha and nobody can even come close to holding a candle to you. I feel it happening and I know that you can feel it too.” Benjamin was huffing and puffing and I could feel the way that his cock was approaching the finish line. I wasn’t going to stop him, but I wanted Dylan to fall into the pleasurable abyss alongside his friend.

  To that end, I put extra emphasis on squeezing those muscles to hear them both gasp in response. I inadvertently made myself cum and it must have had something to do with the invasion between my legs. The pace quickened and we all came with enough noise to wake up the dead. The window panes rattled during our exclamation of complete and utter bliss.

  “Losing my virginity was better than I could ever imagine. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” They lie there with a stupefied grin on their faces and nodding their head in consent. They had a sheen of sweat over their bodies and I traced their glistening muscles with my fingers.

  “We are definitely going to do that again.” They said it at the exact same time and we all began to laugh while still feeling the effects of a mind numbing evening of pleasure.

  That wasn’t the only time we were together and for three years we found a way to surprise one another. I got a job overseas teaching English in China and they were quick to follow. It was just another adventure between friends with benefits.

  Story 15

  She was lost again! Cassie paused at the junction of a long hallway, her eyes darting left and right. Which way were the elevators? Left? Right? Straight ahead?

  The entire building made her feel like she’d been somehow dumped into a maze. She got lost easily and often and she hoped that would eventually pass as she familiarized herself with the place. It had only been a week, she consoled herself, surely everyone who ever started to work there had the same experience with the place.

  That might be true but she knew that tardiness was inexcusable, especially when it came to meetings that her boss, Carl Marks, absolutely had to be present for, and her heart skipped a few beats if she wondered if today would be the day she was fired, and all because she couldn’t seem to manage to find her way to the stupid elevators!

  The file in her hand rustled, a not-so-silent indictment. She had to hurry. The meeting was in just a few minutes and she still had to get back to Mr. Marks’s office and deliver the file plus gather her thoughts so she could do her job in the meeting.

  Oh if only she wasn’t so confused! Why couldn’t the corporation simply put signage up so it would be easier to navigate the bland and endless corridors and the often hidden, in plain sight, banks of elevators that didn’t always go to the floors she needed to be on.

  Mr. Marks was going to be furious if she were late!

  The thought of her boss made her start walking again, her eyes desperately seeking some familiar landmark in the sea of cubicles and closed doors. A little shiver ran up her spine as she considered what he would say if she were late today.

  What if he didn’t fire her? What if, instead, he walked toward her, his dark and perfectly coiffed hair slightly mussed by one strong hand and his dark brown eyes blazing with anger? What if he stopped just short of her body, his lean and elegant frame betraying his rage with a few trembles?

 
What if he said, in that deep and smoky baritone voice of his, “Miss Wilson, you are late again. This is wholly unacceptable. You must be punished. Lift your skirt, remove your panties, and bend over my desk for your spanking,” and then she did bend over his desk like that and he did spank her?

  Cassie had no idea where that fantasy had sprung up from. It made her face hot and her panties flood with sticky juices though. Cassie knew about sex, but knowing about it was as far as it went. At eighteen she’d somehow managed to not get laid at all, and not because she didn’t want to either.

  The elevators! Relief filled her and she dashed toward them and got in just before the doors closed. The fantasy had vanished for a moment but she got off the elevators and scrambled madly toward the door of Marks’s office it came back, causing her face to flush and her breath to come far too quickly.

  Marks’s office featured both an outer area where her own desk sat, and the inner office where he currently sat. He’d removed the dark Italian wool jacket to reveal the crisp white button-down he wore below, and the shirt hugged the broad expanse of his shoulders and when he looked up and shifted slightly.

  The natural flex of his powerful body made her throat dry and her pulse speed up. She said, “I’ve brought you the file and my things are ready to go. The meeting is…”

  He waved a hand at her. “I’m aware of when the meeting is.” His eyes stayed on hers and she squirmed, wondering if he was able to see that hidden desire for him written large on her face.

  There was a framed print behind his head and she caught a faint and ghostly reflection of herself. Long blonde hair neatly tucked into a bun that pulled her hair back from her high pale forehead. Her blue eyes were wide and two spots of color rode high in her cheeks and her full lips were parted slightly from exertion.

  She glanced down to see that her formerly neat blue blouse had wrinkled slightly over her full breasts and her skirt had twisted slightly. To top it all off there was a small run beginning in one of her stockings, right down near her right foot.

  Irritation and worry ran through her. Mr. Marks had yet to speak again. She had no idea if she was dismissed or to stay. She gulped hard and asked, “Would you like me to gather anything else before we go, Sir?”

  He waved one hand at her, “No, no thank you. I’m merely waiting for Hodges and Slay to show up… oh, there they are now.”

  Cassie pasted what she hoped was a very professional smile on her face as the other two men walked in. Hodges, like Marks and Slay, was in his early thirties and extremely handsome. Unlike Marks and Slay, Hodges was a very fair blonde with icy blue eyes and a habit of scrutinizing her closely. Cassie blushed and hastily looked away from his intense gaze. She was always terrified that he had measured her up and somehow found her wanting.

  Marks stood and said, “Please retrieve the necessary items and follow us, Miss Wilson.”

  She nodded and followed them out of the office, grabbing her bag as they passed her desk. The worrisome run in her stocking caught her attention again and she gnawed at her bottom lip. She knew very well that her appearance was a reflection of her boss, and that right then she hardly looked her best.

  That alone might get her fired and she definitely needed this job. She was fresh out of school, and on her own. She’d rushed out into the world with the money she’d saved from working while she was in high school and she knew, far too well, how little money was left in her bank account.

  Those rather depressing thoughts were pushed aside when she caught a whiff of Marks’s cologne floating on the air he’d already passed through. That spicy exotic scent he wore was entirely masculine and she inhaled it then held her breath, hoping to keep it in her nostrils just a little longer.

  She knew she was playing with fire. Fantasizing about her boss was a silly, and senseless, thing to do. It was wholly possible that she would end up losing her job if she didn’t start concentrating on more important things than sexual fantasies that invariably left her frustrated and horny, say making sure her stockings were in good repair and memorizing the layout of the building.

  They entered an elevator and headed toward the building’s highest floors. The elevator gave off a weird little groan and she frowned as it lurched slightly then steadied. A little tremble ran through her but the car’s ascent smoothed out and they finished the ride without issue, to her relief.

  Several days before a woman had been trapped in an elevator for several hours! Many of the elevators were undergoing repairs and she knew that many of them were being completely replaced due to some damage done to them after that last earthquake.

  The doors of the car slid open with a pneumatic whine, cutting off her thoughts. They headed for the large conference room with Cassie walking behind them. She had a perfect view of all their backsides, shown off by their well-tailored pants.

  Desire shot through her as the men’s long legs moved, their slacks clinging to the lean muscles of their calves and thighs and the firm uplift of their well-toned asses. Her mouth hung open slightly as she watched them move, and she felt that same pleasurable rush of excitement flow through her body, sending heat sweeping down her lower body and into her pelvis.

  She shook her head to clear it as they went I not the conference room. The others were gathered, their secretaries and assistants sitting or standing nearby. There were no free chairs so she hastily opened her tablet to make notes and stood at the ready, trying not to look around at the other assistants.

  All of them were so put together! The torn stocking and the wrinkled blouse made her feel insecure and slightly ashamed. She was much younger than the other assistants and she was aware of that but she was angry at herself anyway. She had a lot more to prove than they did, and she couldn’t even keep her stocking from running!

  The meeting had started while she’d been lost in her recriminations. She hurriedly began to take notes, shifting slightly so the heavy bag hanging over her shoulder wouldn’t interfere with her hands and arms.

  She cast a quick look about hoping someone else might have set their bag down so she could follow suit but, of course, not one bag sat on the floor. The bosses often got up and walked around the tables or toward the spot where the presentation materials were set up. It wouldn’t do for one of them to trip or fall.

  The meeting dragged on and on. She took her notes and fretted about her appearance. She took notes and imagined Marks taking her back to the office and chastising her in delicious ways for her inability to maintain a proper appearance.

  Eventually the meeting ended. Marks, Slay, and Hodges stayed after for a few minutes, discussing something in low tones in a corner as the others all drifted out and headed for their own offices.

  Cassie put her tablet back into her bag and forced herself not to fidget. It was far past quitting time, and she was wondering if she was supposed to simply leave or stay. Marks offered no help, his back was to her and the three men were obviously engaged in a serious conversation she was loathe to intrude upon.

  Marks finally exclaimed, “We’ve forgotten the time, fellas! Forgive us, Miss Wilson, I didn’t mean to keep you late.”

  She smiled, “That’s okay, Sir.”

  They headed, in a group, for a bank of elevators. The car came to a rattling halt and Cassie gave it a worried glance as she stepped inside, accompanied by the three men. The doors shut and the car began to descend in a creaking and halting fashion. Cassie, nervous, glanced around but none of the others seemed to notice and she took a deep breath, telling herself it was fine, after all they didn’t seem worried.

  Then the elevator stopped. It didn’t stop at the floor it was supposed to either. It shuddered to a groaning stop directly between two floors.

  Sweat popped up on Cassie’s forehead. She stared at the men, at the doors, and the blinking light located above the door where a number should have registered.

  Marks swore. “It looks like we took the wrong elevator.”

  Slay groaned, “Dammit, I thought they had fix
ed all of these damn things already.” He punched the door open button with his broad thumb but nothing happened. He punched it again then hit the button for the floor above, and then the floor below.

  Nothing.

  A little squeak of dismay came from Cassie’s mouth. “Are we stuck in here?”

  Marks sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it so that it looked exactly like it did in her fantasies, a development that completely took her mind away from the issue at hand for a moment.

  Hodges said, “That just figures, and just when I have so much to get done.”

  Slay put in, “Someone got trapped for hours just a few days ago. I don’t know about any of you but I sure as hell don’t want to be stuck in here for hours with nothing to do.”