What I did know for certain though was that I wasn’t going tell Billy he had gotten to me – he certainly knew anyway, but I wasn’t going to damn well show him.
I stepped up to my bed and, balancing up on it, I placed one foot to either side of my man’s spread legs. Bill stayed right where he was, leaning back on his hands, looking right up at my pussy and slowly ever so slowly leaning his mouth forward.
“No,” I said. I balanced myself enough to turn around and back my ass up into my boyfriend’s face.
“Lick it now, from behind,” I said, the order sounding hollow.
I had lost complete control of the evening but to his credit Billy leaned in hard, nuzzled his way up under me and began to lap my pussy from behind.
He was voracious then, not like that too-short tonguing he had given me just before he got dressed, but deep in and up me, his nose buried, for all intents and purposes his head thrust back looking up into my flooding cunt lips as I all but sat my ass right on his forehead. All this time I had figured fucking the man would be what we did best but I was coming to see that Billy was quite the pussy-licker, though certainly after putting me through some paces to get him to do so.
“God, that is so good,” I said, grinding my ass down hard on his head; I hoped he really did think it was wonderful since I was giving my man the very best of it right then.
Just as I felt the rise in my belly, a deep little quivering that always indicated a good orgasm is roiling on up through me, Billy pulled back off my gloopy lips.
“Time we fucked,” he said, stood off the bed, grabbed my hips and pushed me over on all fours.
“Billy, Billy,” I wailed as he spread my legs as wide as they would go, pushed me even further down to the bed, smashing my big tits under me and lifting me by the hips so he could get an open clear shot of my glistening pussy lips.
“Really a thing of beauty,” he said. He smacked my right cheek and somehow got his cock out so quickly I didn’t know he had until I felt the tip of it sneak in between my silk lips.
I actually came then but Billy retreated. He smacked my ass again and then I heard him fumbling and looked back just as my shallow orgasm passed to see him sliding a condom on that beautiful thick cock that had never really gone down.
Without a word I got another two smacks, one on each cheek, to lay me even further into my rough bedspread. Billy lifted his cock, shifted his knees and then was inside me up to the hilt in one big push.
“B-B-Billy,” I gulped as my boyfriend took my spread pussy and quivering ass for all he was worth.
“Gonna tease me with this thing anymore?” he said as he pistoned into me and smacked my ass twice.
“Na . . . na . . . Billeeeee!” I wailed as I both backed up into him spearing me and tried to get away . . . a little.
“Wrong answer, Shana,” he growled, pushing all the way up me and lying down on my ass. “I want the tease, I need the tease, I . . . love . . . the . . . tease,” he completed, bouncing back and up into me four times as hard as before.
I lay there and took his cock, opening my pussy, ass and mind to this man who was obviously craftier and more sexually in control than I was. Had I met my match here with Billy? Would I break my rule and want to fuck the man more now because we had fucked?
As my pussy really started to burn and I felt another orgasm coming, one that would shake me to my core, I wondered how the hell I could go back to teasing this man after he owned me so completely, but knowing if I didn’t Billy might not even get behind me like he was and fuck me again . . .
A STICKY WICKET
J.T. Seate
Her arms laden with file folders and balancing a bottle of water, Molly made her way through the office maze. No stopping for idle chit-chat, not when a sticky note from Adam might be waiting. At long last she made it to her cubbyhole, dumped the files and looked for the note, a naughty message that would make Molly’s pulse race and her parts throb. She peeked under her desk blotter and spotted the yellow Post-it. Balancing a file folder on the desk to shield it from prying eyes, she read, “I want to bury my face between your legs. My tongue will . . .”
As usual, Adam hadn’t finished the note, but it didn’t stop the shivers from darting through Molly’s body. He looked at life with humor and freshness, and with sexy eyes to drown in. And he loved to tease her. They both had made it clear from the beginning that the notes were to pass the time at the office and nothing personal. Both had agreed. But there were times Molly would have loved to have Adam just once, or at least have his head buried between her legs, lapping up her juices. She ached to place her fingers between her legs. Even though he was a co-worker, Molly wanted to fuck Adam just once.
She stared at an insurance claim form, but didn’t see it. All she saw was Adam’s sexy taunt and imagined how he was going to end the note. Would his tongue probe her clit, or his cock pump her slippery slit?
Maybe his tongue would . . . A hand touched her shoulder and a deep voice whispered in her ear, “Molly.”
She squealed and knocked over her water bottle.
Adam chuckled and picked up the container. “Shhh.” He handed her a folder and winked. He peered around and leaned close to her. “No one noticed.”
“You scared me. I was . . . was . . . well, I was, uh, working. Yes, working.”
He shook his head. “You weren’t working. You were plotting your next note to me. Wondering how sexy you’d get. I could tell by the bead of sweat on your upper lip.”
Her cheeks grew instantly hot. “What if I was?” She felt flustered.
“Wait until you read the rest of my note.” He handed her a folder and winked. “Talk to you later. Or I should say, look forward to your reply.”
Molly watched him walk away: dark wavy hair, buff body and a great butt. Adam was definitely hot. She flipped back her hair and opened the folder to read his note. “My tongue will lap at your cream, while my fingers work you senseless, and then . . .” Her breath caught. The note had ended. She got out her sticky pad and thought about what she wanted to do to him.
“Dear Slave-master, and then, you take my heels in your hands and lift them into the air. You pry my thighs apart. We both watch as your gorgeous prick finds its way through my velvety muff to probe my pink petals. And then . . .” She wondered how grand and veined Adam’s sexy prick might actually be, and how heavenly it might feel inside her wet tunnel of love.
Molly stuck her sticky in a folder and left it on Adam’s desk. When she returned from the records department, she found another note: “I’m going to grouse in your goodie, first with my tongue and then with my cock, my pretty. I’m going to pull on your nipples and make your fabulous tits jiggle while I’m fucking you blind. Then I’ll pull my prod out of you so I can . . .”
Full. A second sticky continued with “. . . shoot my steaming jism past your belly against the underside of your dainty white titties like a loose fire hose, squirt, squirt. I might even fire a long shot between your pyramid tits at your round little dick-sucking mouth because I know you’re dying to swallow my creamy custard.”
Molly hurried to the restroom. She closed the stall door and pulled her pink thong to one side letting her fingers wiggle between her vaginal lips. She was already wet and easily inserted three digits deep inside her and pumped.
She pretended it was Adam’s tongue and it was hitting spots and doing things that she’d only dreamed about. His tongue was fucking her and his fingers were stretching her wide for the deepest penetration. Her breathing grew heavy as her orgasm swelled. She closed her eyes and frigged herself. She imagined Adam was impaling her on his big dick. She was riding him, his hands lifting her and pulling her down, each ridge of his monstrous weapon tugging at her inner folds. He would do her hard and fast, slow and steady. A hot wave seared through her body, making her legs quiver. She pinched her clit and shot over the edge to heaven. When she returned to Earth, she sucked on her fingers, just as she would if she’d been holding Adam’s co
ck.
She couldn’t help but let her mind drift back to when she first met Adam. She was surprised that he didn’t have a steady girlfriend. He was very good-looking. Dark wavy hair, brilliant blue eyes, well-toned body, and he had a wonderful personality. His mouth was sensual. She loved watching him talk.
He’d told her once she had a pixie face. He’d added that he couldn’t help but ogle her trim little body and hoped she wouldn’t be offended. She’d giggled and shook her head. She wasn’t offended in the least. She appreciated a man who would still state his feelings in this modern-day office environment where most were scared to death to look at another employee sideways.
When, on another occasion he’d said that it wasn’t difficult to imagine how her body must look stripped bare of her smart business garb and his hands touching her she’d actually had a tiny orgasm. From that moment on, she’d looked at him with new eyes. She was never sure what he would say next. Adam’s mind was a colorful palate when it came to conceptualizing a variety of circumstances to pass along. Sometimes she wished they’d quit pretending and just have sex. She wanted Adam in the worst way.
Then the sexy notes began. She smiled recalling the time Adam left his first note. He had merely drawn a smiley face and put his index finger across his lips. On the second one he wrote “I’m horny.” She’d giggled and replied, “Me too.” He’d studied her reaction, then written, “Let’s go” on the next one. She’d replied, “Stockroom?” That time he’d laughed out loud and scurried away before Mr Rutherford came out of his office. That was six months ago and the sticky notes were escalating in heat.
On unsteady legs, she stood and pulled up her thong while a bit of embarrassment tried to set in, but not too much to override the swoon of pleasure. She knew this note business would eventually lead to her and Adam’s union. The whole thing was too intense not to culminate in a real-world rendezvous.
Molly tried to calm down until it was necessary to deliver a file to Adam’s office. She entered with a sly smile wondering what fantasy his next sticky might lead her to.
As she laid the folder on Adam’s desk, he took hold of her wrist. “No more notes,” he said. “It’s time for the real thing.”
“Right here at work?”
“If we do go down, let’s go down with a bang.” Adam locked his office door. “Lift your skirt and bend over the desk.”
She complied. With only the thong as a buffer, she felt the chill the moment she tugged her skirt up over her hips. Cool air caressed her butt cheeks right before Adam’s hot hands squeezed her bare bottom. She thrust backward and he slid his fingers along the flimsy piece of silk and slipped the middle finger deep into her pussy.
This was much better than the restroom. “Yes.” Molly closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
He breathed in the scent of her hair, nuzzled her neck, as he finger-fucked her to orgasm. She shuddered and clung to the desk to keep her body from crumbling. The sound of a zipper caught her attention. She thought about one of the Post-its Adam had sent about doing this very thing. She spread her legs wider without hesitation. She felt his cock rubbing back and forth against her pink petals. In one thrust, Adam slid home. His hands grasped her hips and he shoved hard, fast and deep.
He reminded her of a roaring lion freed from his cage when he jizzed.
“Think we can ever go back to notes?” Adam breathily asked with his cock still entrenched in Molly.
“Sticky notes are the furthest thing from my mind,” she said, still basking in the warmth of his spent juices mingling with hers. She reached her fingers between her legs and rubbed his cock.
“Oh, baby,” he growled in her ear.
She rubbed and rubbed, feeling him grow harder from her touch. Come coated her fingers and she sucked it off. “You taste good.”
Soon his thick prick sawed into her again, back and forth, side to side, the way only a very experienced cocks-man would know. Picking up speed, he fucked her fast. The force of his thrusts moved the desk as he sank deep into her recesses pressing against walls no other man had reached. She braced herself and pushed back. The only sound in the room was their breathing. He bit her neck while he shot another load into her.
Adam may have been finished, but Molly wasn’t. When he backed off, she turned toward him and slid down the side of the desk. She took hold of his glistening pleasure tool. She had felt its wrath, but hadn’t seen it until now.
His cock went with his body. It was a splendid thick specimen with large veins, right out of the pages of Playgirl. She happily took it into her mouth and cleaned it. She pulled it out with one long, lingering suck and admired it momentarily, her eyes dancing.
She figured Adam was done with her for now, but she was wrong. He stood her up, kissed her gently, but deeply, then reached down and helped her step out of her thong. He lifted her onto the edge of his desk. She kicked off her shoes so her toes could grasp onto the wood. From where Adam stood, the bottom half of Molly looked like a capital “M” with a wet and wanton slit at its “V”.
“If you were writing a note right now,” Adam asked, “what would it say?”
“It would say, ‘I want my pussy eaten by a stud that is as good with his tongue as he is with his big dick.’”
Adam pulled Molly’s ass to the desk’s edge and held her ankles to its wood surface so she could balance herself with her arms. His tongue probed her pussy lips, already tenderized. His nose titillated her clit. Waves of pleasure rippled through her lean body as Adam’s head bobbed between her thighs. His tongue parted her glistening labia and found the little man in the canoe. Molly knew she couldn’t scream out so she bit her lip and saw stars from the sting of both pain and pleasure.
He dug as deeply as his face would take him. Then he made a humming noise inside her. It was the greatest tickle she’d ever experienced. She had never experienced an interlude quite like this as his vocal cords vibrated down her opening, no less. Trying to command her feelings would have been folly. She instinctively knew her thoughts toward sex had taken a dramatic turn – the part of life dominated by Aphrodite, the goddess of sexual passion – something akin to deep mysterious woods through which most everyone passes. Finding one’s own means of navigation through each irreversible adventure could be like little jewels on the crown of life’s pleasures. It could also be a life-altering event, a driving passion beyond a heretofore choreographed center of control. For Molly the latter was true, and all because of this mouth-to-vagina pas de deux. She almost floated above this beautiful man, held aloft like a princess or a triumphant queen riding upon a living, tongue-cushioned throne. She emoted with a shuddery sigh of fulfillment making her feel like she was born for this moment.
Adam’s tongue flicked at Molly’s clitoris and feasted on her moist, inflamed petals. He slurped in her furry goody-bar while she moaned with new waves of enthrallment. She had never enjoyed sex more or felt more like gushing in delirious, melting pleasure upon a fire that consumed all else. She put her fingers in Adam’s hair and pulled his head back. “God, Adam. You’ve got to stop, baby. I’m going to burst and I don’t burst quietly. Suck on these for a while instead.” She quickly opened her blouse and pulled her breasts out of their cups.
He moved to them with a vengeance. He pushed the nipples together allowing him to suckle both.
“You’re so fucking creative,” Molly breathed.
“Do you think you can take me up your other orifice?”
She had fantasized about this, but never tried it. She felt no shame. How could she after her restroom hot flash. They were each other’s living, breathing, indiscreet sex toy for the moment, and experimentation was the lynchpin to new experience. The spontaneity of this whole affair made her want to experiment. “In for a penny, in for a pounding. I’m willing to try,” she told him.
Adam lifted Molly from the desk and stepped out of his trousers. For her, there had never been a day like this at work or anywhere else. She had finger-banged herself, been twice
fucked over a desk, sucked a beautiful cock, gotten tongued out, and was about to take him in where no man had gone before. What a collaboration they had started. It was a regular magical mystery tour.
Adam spat saliva on his fingers and was about to grease Molly’s puckered rectum.
Suddenly, the phone rang. The couple turned into statues.
Adam grabbed for the phone trying to sound calm as she listened. “Yes, sir, Mr Rutherford. I’ll take care of it.” He hung up the receiver. To Molly, he said, “This is a sticky wicket, my love. An account needing immediate attention, I’m afraid.”
The couple hurriedly put their exposed parts back into the proper places and smoothed out the wrinkles in their clothes. They cleaned the pussy juice and jizz off each other’s face with a Wet-One.
“I desperately want to finish this little piece of business. How about your place tonight?”
“Of course,” Molly said. “Now that we’ve begun . . .”
Adam left with a smile.
At ten that evening, Molly’s front doorbell rang. She opened it and ushered in her caller. She almost fell into Adam’s arms as if they had been star-crossed lovers for years.
Adam pulled her close and kissed her passionately. “I don’t know about you, but I think we both have on way too many clothes.”
Grinning, Molly whipped off her top and shimmied out of her skirt.
“Aren’t you a saucy wench? No bra or panties.” Adam tugged on her nipples and rubbed his finger through her pubic hair before he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and reached for his belt.
“Stop. Let me remove your trousers.”
Adam’s eyes sparkled as he nodded.
Molly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his zipper. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his slacks and briefs and pulled them down. Adam’s one-eyed tool sprung forward to greet her. She knelt down and eagerly took him into her mouth until her nose nuzzled his pubic hair. When it grew too large for her to suck all of it, she licked it from base to tip. It rose like a drawbridge and twitched like a pigeon landing on a live wire. With her tongue, she teased his purplish knob, delving into the eye slit and lapping at the pre-come pooling at the tip.
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