She told him to lie on his back she wanted to see this monster between his legs. She unzipped him and eased his cock out, he was huge. Long and fat it made her husbands look like a peashooter. She poured the lubricant into her hands then wrapped her rubberclad fingers around it and slowly began to pump. He whimpered a little the sensation was incredible she looked at her hand gripping his engorged penis the shiny black gloves contrasted against the pinkness of his penis. She began to stroke faster and faster his moans increasing as he squirmed beneath her. She was using two hands now and wanking him hard. The large head of his cock was purple and she could see the precum dribbling down the sides mixing with the lube so her gloves made a squelching sound as she pumped. She told him she would countdown from 10 to 0 and at 0 he would cum. Slowly she counted down watching him closely his eyes were tight shut struggling with his so close orgasm. Zero now cum she shouted he erupted into the air splashing down all over her gloves she did not stop she wanted to milk this monster cock dry. She watched him greedily lick his own cum off her gloves panting as he did so.
She asked him to put on a pair of rubber penis pants which just about contained his manhood. She was very wet now and positioned herself over his rubber covered cock which now looked shiny and menacing. She lowered herself so his head was nudging her pussy lips and then slowly began to impale herself. As he sank into her she felt herself being stretched like she was never stretched with her husband. She threw back her head as she orgasmd the sensation and pleasure of sliding down onto his huge cock and feeling him in her was enough to make her cum. She took him all the way in and then began to push herself back up again. She could hear her boots creaking as she rode up and down on him. The sound only leather can make when rubbed together and as she began to realise one of the horniest sounds ever.
Right at that moment her phone rang it was her husband Peter, she decided to answer it feeling very smug. He demanded to know where she was and what she was doing. She sighed deeply and told him that she was being fucked by a huge rubber cock and loving it, she humiliated him further by telling him how big it was and what it was doing to her pussy. She went on to tell him that it was so much bigger than his and how many times she had cum so far. He was silent as she told him how she was dressed and what she had done and what she was going to do. She was so excited talking to her dumbfounded husband that she came as she was speaking to him. He sounded like a little lamb at the other end of the phone when he asked will you be home soon darling. She told him she would be home when she was good and satisfied and not to wait up. Smiling to herself she hit the end call button not giving him chance to answer. She rode her rubber stallion on and on, her head swimming with orgasm after orgasm both of them sweating heavily in their rubber suits. In between fucking she would dismount and take him into her mouth sucking & licking all of her own juices from his rock hard rubber covered member.
She arrived home and sure enough he was waiting for her. She knew that he would be. He looked sheepish and without a word of complaint he kissed her on the cheek and asked if her evening was a good one. She smiled as she handed him a DVD disc telling him she was going to bed now and that he should watch the video to see how good her evening had been. He began to watch not believing what he was seeing. He felt totally humiliated, Jealous & frustrated. He had never seen his wife dressed this way and it stirred something within him. He watched the two rubber clad figures fucking in front of him. They were stood side on to the camera and he watched as he held his wife`s waist plunging into her pussy from behind. He could not help but notice just how large his cock was compared to his and that his wife was so obviously enjoying it as she arched her back and moaned taking in every inch of this Black shiny cock. He fought his emotions but he could not stop himself from becoming more and more turned on as he watched, his own cock growing hard. She looked so shiny and Black teetering on her lovely leather boots. Two Black rubber shapes pounding into each other trying to milk one another for everything they had.
She seemed to be looking straight at her husband a smile on her lips. He knew what it meant. Her husband had his own cock out and was furiously wanking as he watched his wife nearing her orgasm being satisfied in a way he had not managed and by a cock so much bigger than his. He was so humiliated yet so turned on His wife began to moan loudly as she began to orgasm he could not stop himself and a jet of cum shot into the air as he shot his load. Little did he know but she was watching him from behind and strode in dressed in the same outfit. He tried to cover himself and looked ashamed and embarrassed. Straightaway hands on her hips she asked him if he had enjoyed watching his wife being fucked, he looked at the floor and nodded. She asked if he had noticed how big his cock was, he told her he had. She replied quickly by telling him that it was much bigger than his and asked if he agreed. He mumbled that it was and she made him repeat it properly loving every minute. She went on to tell him that they would continue their normal loving marriage but that when wifey needed satisfying fully she would call on her boy to help. He knew from her tone that she meant it.
The End.
Research Assistant
"Why did I do this to myself?" I thought, watching her set up in her new cubicle. It was August, the start of a new school year, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her best assets; her long, athletic legs, and her tight round ass. I tried not to stare, even though she was facing away from me putting books on the shelves.
"Why did I choose a research assistant that I'm attracted to?" Isabella had just graduated from Georgia Tech with a PhD in mathematics. She had done well in the interviews for this position, but if I had been hiring purely based off of skill I probably should have chosen Yang, the Chinese man from Stanford.
"I really appreciate you getting me such prime cubicle real estate," Isabella said, turning around to face me. My eyes snapped up from her ass and I hoped in embarrassment that she didn't notice.
"It is still a cubicle," I laughed softly, smiling at the beautiful woman in front of me. That happened a lot when I was around her; I tended to smile more. I guess it was in the pursuit of happiness that I decided to hire her. That's what I tell myself, at least. "But you're right, having a spot by the window will be really nice. Spring in Boston is especially nice, when all the flowers on the trees are beginning to bloom."
"Sounds wonderful," she smiled back, turning back around to continue shelving books. God, she was gorgeous. Her parents were from Turkey, but she was born in the US. Her dark brown hair and pale green eyes provided a contrast that made her appearance even more striking, and at times I found myself almost paralyzed in her gaze.
I knew it was wrong, to be attracted to this woman, and even more wrong to have hired her for that same reason. I was married, to a man that I loved very much, but never in my life had I felt a burning lust like the one I felt for Isabella. It was too exciting, too new, to pass up.
"I'll let you get settled in then." I walked away, unsure of what else to say, and headed back to my office. Once there, I found myself unable to concentrate on my work. I kept thinking about her, about her legs, her long hair, and her smile. I tried to force these thoughts out of my head, but they were simply too overpowering. Being around her, even for a short period of time, was intoxicating. I looked down and noticed that I had been stroking my own thigh as I was daydreaming, and now I was extremely aroused.
The image of Isabella, penetrating every thought, clouded my head as I got up to lock my office door. Leaning with my back against the door, I grasped my breast with one hand, massaging myself through my shirt, and unbuttoned my slacks hastily with the other. I could feel my wetness through my underwear, and with her image in my mind, I was already so close to climaxing. I looked down and imagined Isabella's head between my legs, her tongue lapping rapidly. Moaning softly, I leaned my head back against the door and began to touch myself desperately. I imagined her soft, nude body, her long, toned legs, and her dark hair strewn violently across a white bed sheet as I made love to
her passionately. It wasn't long before I brought myself to a shattering climax, my hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure.
I continued to touch myself throughout the orgasm until it died down, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor of my office, panting heavily. In the back of my mind I knew what I just did was wrong, but the intensity of it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I had sat there for a few minutes, recovering, when I heard a knock on the door. Hastily, I buttoned up my slacks and attempted to straighten my hair.
"Isabella!" I said nervously, opening my door to reveal the beautiful young woman standing in front of me.
"Hello Dr. Greene," she said innocently, completely unaware of what I had just done moments earlier. I tried not to blush.
"All settled in?"
"Yes, and I was wondering if you could walk with me to our research meeting? I'm not sure where the room is." She looked embarrassed, as if she was somehow at fault. I had almost forgotten about the meeting.
"Of course, of course, let's head over there right now." I grabbed a notebook and led the way to the conference room. As we walked side by side I could almost feel the sexual energy between us. It could have been my imagination, but it was so strong I couldn't see how that would be the case. We talked of light things as we walked, the city, our upcoming research project, nice restaurants around campus. I held open the door for her and we walked inside; the rest of our research group, two middle-aged professors and their younger PhD student Neil.
"Everyone, this is my new research assistant Isabella. She'll be helping with our project on statistical modeling of wireless interference." I could see their eyes scanning her in disbelief as she waved hello. Never in the history of this school have we had such an attractive faculty member, I thought.
The other professors gave updates on their work and everyone was taking notes. I noticed Neil seemed a little distracted, however; he kept pretending to write things down while furtively looking at Isabella. But who could blame him?
In fact, as the semester went on, I noticed Neil and Isabella hanging around each other more and more. I wasn't willing to admit to myself that I was jealous, because I spent just as much time with her as he did, but a little part of me really despised Neil. It was torturous, trying to concentrate on my work knowing that she was so close by. Every time I would see her in the hallway or whenever she would stop by my office asking for help with something my mind would become clouded.
One afternoon I was typing up a research proposal when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in," I said absentmindedly.
It was Isabella. She was wearing tight gray slacks, black heels, and a simple white blouse that contrasted beautifully with her long dark hair. I looked up and she had my attention immediately; I tried not to scan her body with my eyes, but God, was she gorgeous. The dirty thoughts that flew through my brain just then made me feel ashamed and disgusted at myself. I looked at the picture of my husband on my desk and suddenly I also felt quite guilty.
"Sit down, Isabella. What can I do for you?"
She smiled shyly as she took a seat across from me at my desk. Her lips were smiling, but there was something in her eyes that made her seemed worried and afraid.
"Professor Greene, I...well, this is silly," she sighed and looked down in her lap, an unsure look on her face.
"No, Isabella, please...what is it?" I stared at her beautiful face as she looked down, studying it. She was so perfect. Absolutely flawless.
"I mean I've given presentations a million times before, but this one is different. I've never given a presentation where...it's for my project funding, Professor." Her eyes lifted up to meet mine and I could see just how worried she looked. "I'm going to be judged in front of a panel from this company, and if they like me they'll give me the funding for my research, but if they don't, I don't know if I can continue on my project..."
"Isabella, I remember my first presentation like that. It's no longer like the presentations you did in grad school; it's like being a salesman and trying to win someone over. I know what you are feeling. In fact, I don't know if you know this, but I'll be giving a presentation at that same conference as well. Just sell your idea, Isabella."
"I don't know how to be a salesman!" She looked on the verge of tears, and I wanted desperately to walk over to her and embrace her, comfort her...
Instead, I just smiled reassuringly. "You just have to word your presentation a bit differently. Do you have it with you?"
"It's in my email..." she said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Pull your chair over here and bring it up on my computer. We'll walk through it, and I'll give you some helpful tricks I've learned over the years. It's all about how you word things."
Isabella pulled her chair over next to me and opened up a web browser to login to her email. My breath caught in my throat when she reached over me to use the keyboard. She was sitting very, VERY close. Did she need to be sitting that close? I suppose, to get at the computer, but...God...her arm was mere inches from my breast. Our legs were practically touching. I felt panicked, excited, and intensely aroused. I tried to focus.
"Here it is," she opened up a PowerPoint presentation on the screen. I could barely make out the letters. "It's more academic now, really. I'm not sure how technical I should be getting with business professionals when I am proposing project to them..." Isabella continued. "Here, I'll just give you the presentation as if you were someone from the company, and you can critique me."
"O...okay," I managed to stutter. She reached over to hit the down arrow to go to the next slide, and our legs, ever so lightly, touched. I pretended not to notice anything and it was clear that she didn't notice herself. I could hear her talking about the presentation, but the words didn't really resonate with me. All I could feel was her leg touching mine, that electric connection, and I was so turned on that I could barely think straight. The wetness between my legs was practically pooling, and when she shifted slightly to hit the key again, the friction of our legs rubbing against each other almost made me orgasm right there.
I could smell her perfume. So light, but distinctively Isabella. It was driving me crazy. I knew right then I could never be sexually satisfied in any way, shape, or form unless I had her. Just once. I just needed her once. Then this would all be over.
"Isabella." I interrupted her mid-sentence. She looked at me, confused and slightly startled. "I'm sorry, but I just remembered I have a teleconference at -- " I looked at the clock. It was 1:25. "One-thirty. Can we do this another time?" I could feel my face flushing, and I hoped to high heaven that she couldn't smell my arousal.
"Oh," she said softly. "Oh, Professor, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have barged in on you like this to begin with. Next time I'll email you beforehand, I mean..."
"No no, it's completely fine, I was the one who suggested we go through the presentation. Just. Please. I have to..get to this..." Isabella nodded and rose from her chair. My body screamed at the sudden lack of contact between us; it wanted -- needed -- so much more. "Please close the door on the way out, thank you."
"Thanks again Professor," she seemed slightly confused at the way I was almost literally pushing her out of the door, but I couldn't take it much longer. The second the door clicked I was unbuttoning my slacks and shrugging out of them. When I dipped my finger in between my folds I almost screamed in ecstasy. Everything was so swollen, so wet, and so soft. I finger-fucked myself into oblivion as I held on, white-knuckled, to my desk. Somewhere in the background I could hear the rapid sloshing noise as my fingers went in and out, and I could still smell Isabella. All my senses were overloaded, and as I came, I saw her smiling face before me.
Days passed, and Isabella hadn't asked to practice her presentation with me again. I sent her an email asking about it and she said she had given the presentation to Neil. I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't focus on it too long, however, because the big meeting for funding with the company was coming up in a few days and I
had to get my presentation ready as well.
Luckily, Isabella and I hadn't crossed paths in a while, and the distraction had somewhat subsided. I was able to finish my presentation in time for the conference tomorrow in Chicago. Isabella and I were the representatives from our research group and we would be flying there together.
The night before the conference, I kept thinking about being together with Isabella in Chicago. There were so many possibilities for us to finally get together. The fantasies that entered my brain were completely insane and would never happen, but I liked thinking about them anyway. As I was lying in bed, my husband noticed I was a little fidgety.
"Honey, is everything alright? Are you nervous about your presentation tomorrow?" He was a sweet man, very kind, and very generous. I married him for that reason. But as the years passed, he had put on a few pounds and I found myself less and less attracted to him. I loved him with all my heart, but our sex life was lacking, to say the least. It had been months.
But tonight, I was feeling very randy. I turned to him and began stroking his chest, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It's been a while, Carl, I was just thinking about -- " I didn't even have to finish my sentence; he got the idea and we began to kiss. I knew he was still very attracted to me; I had kept my slim figure over the years and bar a few gray hairs, looked almost the same as when we met.
I could feel his thick hands roaming my body hungrily, tugging at my nightdress. Expertly, I pulled it off and threw it to the side of the bed. Carl got on top of me and began kissing my neck passionately while his hands reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I pulled off his shirt and we continued kissing. I could feel his erection, rock hard through his boxers, against my stomach. He began to rub his cock against my stomach desperately. Groaning, his hands moved down my body and nearly ripped off my panties. My mind was distracted; responding to the physical stimuli but thinking of someone else entirely. I felt his fingers play with my clit and I pretended they were Isabella's.
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