I had no intentions of going this far off the beaten track concerning my sexuality. The idea of being with a woman was a passing thought never to be realized. Fantasies were one thing, but living them in real life was far more rewarding. She couldn’t help herself and began to grind up against the thumb rubbing her clit in a circle.
“I do believe you might be protesting a little too much. Get into that stall and lift that skirt for me.” She stared at me and then I grabbed her hair and made her squeal with defiance.
I pushed her inside and she landed on the toilet seat looking at me. I leaned back against the door and used my hand behind my back to lock it in place. A few girls came in gossiping about one subject or another. I placed my finger up against this woman’s lips. I think that she was afraid of getting caught. She remained quiet and then they soon left leaving me with my eyes glued to the way that her knees were trembling.
“I’m not going to do it. There’s nothing that you can do to make… MEEEEE.” I slapped her across the face loud enough to echo off the tile walls.
“I don’t have time to seduce you with kind words and promises of forever. Lift the skirt and pull your panties down to your ankles. You’re not leaving this stall until you do.” There was a multitude of different perfume scents in the air. It was nothing compared to the sexual aroma coming from between her legs.
“You just fucking hit me you, bitch.” I did it again, but this time it was with a little bit more force and more conviction behind the strike. I grabbed her chin and licked the shape of her mouth with the tip of my tongue.
“Do what I say. A woman has not lived until they have been with someone who knows their body better than they do. Spread your legs and give me a peek at the treasures underneath that skirt.” She was touching her cheek where my fingernails had inadvertently scratched her face. The imprint of my hand was emblazoned on her skin.
“I’m doing this under protest and there’s no way you are ever going to make me cum.” She lifted her body and began to hike her skirt up until it was bunched at her waist.
“I don’t think you should ever say never.” I got down on my knees with the cold porcelain floor sending a chill through my lower extremities.
One long swipe of my tongue through her panties and she was lifting her feet out of her heels. I was about to follow the blueprint of what I would want to be done to me in a similar situation. I started off slow by licking the most sensitive part of her anatomy. Her thighs quivered and her bottom lip was trembling at the same time.
“I’m telling you and I don’t think you’re listening to me, but I need liquid encouragement to do this.” Drinking was a way for people to uncover what they had been trying to hide from themselves.
I buried my tongue in the rippling walls of her sex. I spread her knees and found her lips wide open for my visual inspection. I used my thumbs to open up the bubbling cauldron of her desire. Her eagerness was growing with her bare feet planted on either side of the stall walls.
“It’s not possible… what the hell are you doing to me? I will not give you the satisfaction of… of…fuck…stop that…my god… I’m going to…MMMPPHHHHH.” I reached up in time to stick my fingers in her mouth while lashing at her clit with rapid motions of the tip of my tongue.
She began squirting in my face. I greedily opened my mouth to receive the lion’s share of her orgasmic discharge. It sprayed with force and I had no choice but to clamp my mouth over her pulsating hole. She continued to fire at will until finally, she slumped back with her arms and legs lying there with a sublime expression on her face.
“I do believe one good turn deserves another.” I moved her long hair away from her face and traced her mouth with my fingernail.
“It would be pretty damn selfish of me to take and not give anything in return. Do you want to take my place or would you rather me stay here while you stand?” I thought about it for a split second and then I put my long leg in the air with my heel on the toilet.
“You have your answer and I would suggest that you get to work without delay. We both have places to be and we might be missed if we are tardy.” I felt her fingers pulling the crotch of my panties to the side.
She didn’t bother pulling them down to my ankles. She was anxious and showed no restraint by digging her nails into the inside of my thighs. Her hot breath was followed by the insertion of her experienced tongue. It was all about knowing how to get me there in the quickest amount of time.
My defenses were stripped away by how she was thrusting her oral instrument in and out of me. There was no stopping the way that she was ravenously attacking me with no mercy. She showed a real fondness for giving a woman the kind of pleasure no man could ever attempt to. Her thirst for sexual knowledge was evident from how she was moaning while tongue fucking me into a sexual trance.
I kept looking at on her, trying my best to keep my skirt out of the way with my fingers shaking with the effort. My craving was being satiated and then the gates of my pleasure came open. My body rode the wave, holding onto the back of her head as she sucked my clit with fierce determination.
“Keep… keep doing that… and don’t stop until I tell you.” Her fingers were drilling me incessantly starting with one and then three of them found their way knuckle deep inside me.
I was cumming non-stop with my legs barely able to stand and my heels shaking on the foundation I was standing on. She finally emerged, licking her lips clean and showing me the same courtesy of giving me her fingers saturated with my juices.
“That was far more pleasurable than monetary gain. I might have met my match. I don’t know what has gotten into you. My fingers and my tongue certainly have been left with a permanent reminder.” She opened the door and made sure nobody was standing applying their makeup.
I heard her heels and then I was left there to sit and contemplate what I had done. I should have been appalled by my behavior. I smiled with a wicked gleam in my eyes. The taste of her was enough to make me want to corner her again. Public sex had never been something I was willing to consider. It was an exhilarating feeling which I was damn well going to duplicate as soon as possible.
I noticed my panties were missing and somehow she had taken them for a trophy. There was a trail of my juices down the inside of my thighs. My legs were shaky and I had to take a few minutes to find my second wind.
Chapter Four
“Mistakes happen all the time. It’s not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I can’t apologize enough. My new assistant messed up by mixing up the files. I had to bring you in and personally inform you that you are not going to die anytime soon.” Dr. Connors had stunned me with the news of my impending death being vastly exaggerated.
“I’m just glad that things got sorted out. You have no idea what I have been going through. I bought a new car with the money in my bank account. The resale value is quite significant. I should be able to make my money back and a profit.” I wasn’t going to tell him about my extracurricular activities.
“I was expecting you to scream and to go completely berserk. The depression you must’ve been going through had to be crippling.” I had quickly gone through every stage of grief and loss to where I was at the acceptance stage.
“There’s no real harm done and you probably did me a favor. I’ve learned this life is the only one we get. I should be mad and want to sue you for every penny you have, but I don’t. It’s not worth my time or effort to make you pay for a mistake. You’re human and people forget sometimes how hard your job is.” He looked relieved.
I had a choice to make. I could continue my sexual exploration or go back to my boring existence.
It was an interesting internal debate and I realized I was happier playing the field. Going back to the same woman I was before all this began was out of the question. I made some phone calls and found each one quite amenable to joining me for a celebration.
I went through the rest of the day anxiously anticipating what was going to happen. They were as
ked to come to my house at midnight and use the back door. I escorted them down into the basement where the walls were thick with cement. The only thing beyond the wall was the screaming presence of the highway.
“I know I was a little vague on the details of the reason why I have gathered you all here.” The man who had sold me the car must have felt like he was the odd man out. He was the oldest of the group at close to 30. The youngest was Peter and he was nervously looking around the room.
“You told me you were interested in buying another car.” I put my hand on his shoulder and I think he understood the reason why I had to make up that story.
“You told me you were interested in teaching me some more lessons. I wasn’t expecting an audience.” Peter couldn’t look at anyone in the room, but he was going to have to get over his shyness pretty damn quickly.
I began stripping to the murmurs of the crowd until I was in my birthday suit. There was a mattress on the floor and I got on my knees motioning for someone to come and give me their cock.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not going to turn down a woman in need. Celeste, you’ve never exactly been shy about your body and there’s no reason to start now.” It was good to put a name to the face between my legs.
“You are free to leave whenever you want to. I hope you won’t and I really would like to see what happens when all of us scream in unison. My intention is to become a whore. I’m going to use your bodies for my pleasure and then I’m going to be on my knees waiting for the guys to finish off. I would be happy for Celeste to join me.” She was soon behind me massaging my shoulders with Stephen holding tightly to his equipment.
His pants were discarded and he was already leaking the white cream sticking to his fingers. He took a few steps and presented me with the biggest of all of them. Peter was playing with his zipper and he must have found courage he didn’t even know he had.
He got naked and was soon followed by the man who I had bought the car from. I found out later his name was Mark and his name tag at the time of the sales was not the real deal.
“I do love getting my cock sucked. I’ve never been in an orgy, but there’s always a first time for everything. I have no problem sharing, but I hope it goes without saying everything that happens here has to remain behind these closed doors.” There was a chorus of confirmation and Peter was soon to stand next to Stephen.
I grabbed the length of his pipe and made them both stare at me in stunned shock by how I took both of their heads into my mouth at the same time. I was arranged on all fours and then I moaned from how Mark penetrated my interior. There was no foreplay and it was fortunate that I was already wet.
“I swore if I saw you again that I would fuck you.” I was finding out he was a man of his word and the way that he held my hips was perfect for how he was bruising the lips of my sex.
Not to be left out, Celeste began injecting her tongue into my asshole. The sounds Mark was making made me believe she was also taking some liberties with his well-lubricated shaft.
“I’m still not sure if what we are doing is really happening. I’m afraid if somebody was to pinch me I would wake up in my bed.” Peter yelped with surprise pain from how Stephen punched him in the shoulder. “I said pinch and not punch.” I was giving them both a turn at having their cocks painted with my red lipstick.
“You’re the kind of woman every man is looking for and rarely ever find.” Mark was changing technique from haphazard to slow and agonizing.
Everybody was naked with their clothes lying in a heap where they had currently been standing. Mark had been going at me for over 20-minutes. I felt the vein fluttering against my insides. His shaft was vibrating giving me the indication things were going to come to an end quickly. I put a stop to his orgasm by clamping my knees together. Reaching back, I was able to hold him steady without him losing one single drop boiling in his balls.
Stephen replaced him and fit quite nicely into the tightness of my hole. Celeste took it upon herself to keep Mark on the edge of his sweet release. She was stroking him and licking the head in circles. His resolve was wavering, but she knew exactly when to put the brakes on.
“Don’t dare cum before she is ready for it or there will be consequences. If you do, then you will be asked politely to leave and you really don’t want to miss what’s going to happen next.” Celeste was orchestrating what I had already planned but didn’t have the energy to make them comply.
Stephen knew better and pulled out leaving me gaping and wanting more. He got up and was standing ready to blow. He was willing himself to keep it from making a mess all over the place.
Peter got behind me, but I flipped over onto my back with my legs over his shoulders. He began pumping his hips with my lips blooming in front of him. I squeezed those muscles and saw his face turn red with the effort to keep his orgasm at bay.
“I really hope you are almost there.” Mark’s words were met with Peter standing up with Celeste joining me on the mattress. My whole body was glistening with sweat and my hair was matted over my forehead.
They were in a circle and I grabbed Peter and Stephen to give them the kind of female manual stimulation they were looking for. Celeste slid her hands up and down Mark’s column of flesh.
They all grunted and their bodies became our puppets on a string.
“I need to cum so badly.” Peter looked ready to pop and he was gauging the others by looking around to see if he was the only one. He wasn’t. The other two guys were acting macho by showing they could go the distance.
“Don’t let anything hold you back.” They found my words to be the encouragement they needed with their loins giving up the tremendous outpouring of cream shooting from the tips.
It felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Their sizzling seed was striking me on the lips, covering my breasts and dripping down between with more where that came from. They came in buckets. Peter turned out to be in a league of his own. The other two were already done and he was still thrusting his hips without even touching himself. The knob expanded several more times until he was exhausted and spent.
Celeste and I bathed in it before attacking each other with our tongues. We were in the classic 69 position and for the next 2-hours we devoured each other. The guys were able to get it up one more time, but Stephen was remarkably able to do it three more times. They took turns fucking us and making us suck their cocks in between screaming our heads off from how many times we made each other cum.
They all left around the crack of dawn. I was lying on the mattress looking at the ceiling and wondering what I would be able to do to top the experience. I had no idea, but I was happy to be living long enough to find out. I had many years to make all of my dirty little fantasies a reality. I was about to embark on a journey of sexual discovery without any limitations.
Story 19
It had been ten years, almost exactly, since Anne Marie had last seen any of this. Ten years since she’d had anything but the most superficial contact with anyone, other than her parents. Ten years since she’d had to smell the scent of manure and sun warmed grass and all the other smells that said ranch to her as clear as day. Ranch. And maybe even home …
Irritated with herself, Anne Marie stormed out of the bedroom, her old bedroom, where she’d be staying for the nearly a week of festivities that her parents were putting on. To her, it seemed a bit bizarre. It was their thirtieth wedding anniversary, not typically one of those big deal things.
Still, she sort of wished that she hadn’t used one of her precious weeks of vacation to come back here. She could have chosen Paris, London, Rome, any of the huge arts and cultural centers of the world.
She could have chosen anywhere but here.
The party started that night, and she was already thinking that she might just duck out tomorrow. Sure, she’d miss some of the festivities, but since they involved things like square dancing, she somehow thought that she’d survive.
If only her frie
nds back home in New York could see her now. On second thought, it was probably better that they couldn’t. It would probably just give them a heart attack to see her.
Once upon a time, the tight, worn jeans and tank top that she’d pulled on would have been more or less her uniform in the hot, sultry Texan summer. She had been surprised by how comfortable they still were, though. Also surprised by her reflection in the mirror.
Were her boobs really that big? Her ass? She had curves for days, curves that she, in her normal business attire, usually somewhat covered. The jeans showed everything off, and her hair was a mess, too, the strands, light brown shot through with gold, pulled into a ponytail simply to get it out of her face.
Through her old childhood home, where everything was the same. Out onto the porch, which had, thankfully, been replaced recently. Already, they had a weathered look, like everything around here got.
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