by Alex Palange
Kate gazed up at him lovingly.
“Am I doing it right, Mr. Ramsbottom?”
Ramsbottom looked across at Emily. “What would you say Miss Perkins?” he gasped.
Emily’s fingers moved faster between her legs. “Yes,” she groaned. “Suck him, Kate. Suck him till he cums in your mouth.”
“What a lovely idea,” Ramsbottom grunted, “and you certainly deserve it, Kate, placing that camera for me and tempting Miss Perkins here down to your lair, but I haven’t quite finished with your colleague yet. Would you like to suck my dick too, Miss Perkins?”
“Oh yes!” Emily squealed. So that was it. Baxter and Ramsbottom, Kate and Jonathan had cooked the whole thing up to get her on camera, and then to get her into his office. Well, thought Emily thrusting her finger deep inside her dripping wet hole, I’m game if you two are. “Stick it in me. Cum in my mouth. Fuck me senseless, I don’t care.” She screamed.
“One thing at a time, Miss Perkins.” Ramsbottom’s head rocked back again as Kate sucked him hard and slurped slowly up and down his impressive cock, “One thing at a time. Thank you, Miss Baxter, that will be all, for now.”
Kate looked positively disappointed. Then Mr. Ramsbottom was struggling to stand. He kicked off his trousers and pants and Emily watched with a mixture of horror and delight as his hard curved cock bounced across the room towards her. It twitched and quivered just centimetres from her panting mouth, but she knew better than to do what she wanted to and suck it, at least until Mr. Ramsbottom had granted his permission. She lay on his desk, her fingers buried deep in her pussy and watched as a glistening pearl of Mr. Ramsbottom’s pre-cum formed at the end of his cock and dribbled down his angry red helmet.
Kate too was struggling to her feet, her clothes in disarray, her hair a tousled mess. They both turned to stare at her. “Don’t just stand there Miss Baxter! You must be horny as hell by now and I’m sure you’re eager to eat out your colleague again. Come along now and you can watch as Miss Perkins here does an excellent job sucking my cock, isn’t that right Miss Perkins?”
Emily nodded and gasped with delight. This was what she had always dreamt of since her first day working at Robertson’s Department Store, since the first time she’d seen Jonathan Ramsbottom. She leant forward and licked up his fresh pre-cum. He tasted musky and she could feel the warmth of his dick.
Emily was just about to suck him deep into her mouth when something took her breath away. Kate’s tongue was kissing her fingers. Emily ran her hand through her friend’s hair, pushing her deep between her legs as she took Ramsbottom’s firm cock in her mouth. Emily clamped her eyes shut, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. She could feel Kate’s tongue licking up her juices, moving ever closer to her aching clit, whilst simultaneously Mr. Ramsbottom’s not insignificant dick was slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth. She forced herself to look up at him, still in his jacket and tie. Emily had the distinct impression that he could cum at any moment. She didn’t want that, she wanted this to last for as long as she could bear it, as long as he could bear it. She slowed her pace.
“Well done Miss Perkins,” Ramsbottom grunted as she circled his swollen purple helmet with her tongue. “Although there is nothing more I would like than to cum in your pretty little mouth,” he paused as she sucked him hard, “I think there are one or two other matters to attend to first.” Ramsbottom was pulling his cock from her, leaving Emily able to concentrate on Kate and the happy slurping noises coming from between her thighs. Ramsbottom too seemed eager to pay her friend some attention. Still dressed in his shirt and tie, he moved behind Kate Baxter and began to hitch up her skirt. Once it was around her waist, and she had obligingly spread her legs, Ramsbottom guided his hand between her thighs, pushing her panties to one side.
“Well, well, Miss Baxter, you are extremely wet,” he said, rubbing her tight little slit, “positively dripping.” Kate moaned a reply, her tongue busy with Emily’s pussy. “Shall I finger you? Would you like that?” She groaned again, louder this time. “I really think it’s the least I can do, don’t you?” Ramsbottom inserted one long finger into her tight wet hole and Kate squealed with delight as she continued to lick Emily. “So then, do you see what happens to young ladies who go wandering around the store late at night misbehaving in places they should not be?” Ramsbottom asked.
“Oh, yes.” replied Emily.
“And do you promise never to do it again?”
“I do,” squealed Emily as Kate’s tongue flicked across her clit.
“Because if I were to catch either one of you doing anything like that again,” Ramsbottom continued, pounding Kate’s soaking snatch with his finger, “I would have to haul you both back in here and then there would have to be further punishments, and you wouldn’t want that would you, Miss Baxter, Miss Perkins?”
“No, Mr. Ramsbottom,” Emily shrieked as her hips bucked under Kate’s enthusiastic tongue.
“In fact,” went on Ramsbottom, pushing Kate out of his way, his dribbling cock in his hand, “in fact, Miss Perkins, I’m not entirely sure whether you’ve been punished sufficiently.”
Kate was by her side now, gently stroking her tits, and then Emily felt something new, something different between her legs. Mr. Ramsbottom guided his throbbing fat cock between her lips, covering himself with her juices as Kate bent forward and kissed her. Emily could taste her own sweet juices as she writhed beneath her friend. Ramsbottom’s cock was pressing up and down her juicy wet slit.
“Please, Mr. Ramsbottom, please fuck me. I know I’ve been a bad girl, and I promise never to do it again, but please put your great big dick in me and fuck me now!”
Jonathan Ramsbottom looked at Kate Baxter, his accomplice, his partner in crime. She nodded her assent. “I want to see you cover her with your cum,” she hissed at him.
Then Emily felt the tip of his cock nudging into her pussy. It edged in a little further and Emily cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Kate Baxter had her hand in her panties, concentrated on Emily’s stiff little nipples as Mr. Ramsbottom finally buried himself deep in Emily’s sopping wetness. Gradually he started to move, Emily matching his every thrust, enjoying the slap of his balls on her bum. Her neck started to redden, her chest felt like it was burning up. She threw her head back as Ramsbottom drove into her faster and faster, gripping Kate’s hand as her orgasm grew closer and closer. Her ass started to quiver and then to pulse and shudder, her whole pussy started to twitch and contract around Ramsbottom’s enormous cock. Kate was sucking her nipples harder and harder, sensing her friend was about to cum.
“I hope,” Ramsbottom struggled to speak, “that you... have both,” he thrust deeper into Emily, her juices dribbling down his balls, he grabbed her bum in his firm strong hands, “learnt a very valuable… lesson!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Emily cried out as her orgasm tore through her. Ramsbottom’s cock slipped from her and he too started to cum. Kate Baxter and Emily Perkins watched as ribbons of hot sticky juice shot from the end of his cock, showering Emily’s panting naked body in cum. Fresh sticky jizz trickled down her pert little tits, spilling down her taut stomach and onto his desk. He came again, grunting loudly as he covered her tiny mound with the last of his creamy spunk.
Emily collapsed on the desk, a panting, sweaty mess. What the hell had just happened? She had been undone, undone by her friend, undone by her boss, but oh how she had enjoyed it. Emily watched Kate kissing Jonathan Ramsbottom as she cleaned herself off and retrieved her clothes. She had had it all wrong. Kate hadn’t been interested in Jerry from transit at all. She and Ramsbottom were clearly together, but they didn’t mind sharing and that was just fine with Emily.
As Jonathan Ramsbottom took his seat behind his managerial desk Emily felt Kate’s hand in hers. “Sorry, Emms.”
Emily met her eye. “Nothing to be sorry about. I’m not.”
Ramsbottom coughed quietly. “When the pair of you have quite finished. Miss Perkins? Miss Baxt
er?”
“Yes, Mr. Ramsbottom?” the girls chorused.
“Get out.”
“Yes, Mr. Ramsbottom.”
My Desire – Only You
A short story by K. L. Sherrington
Desire, most people I know desire many things. They desire a good life, prosperity, family, love. My best friend, Mandy, desires all of those things too, plus her favorite actor Tom Hardy. However much I would like those things myself, I didn’t desire them, there was only one thing I desired, Luke.
Luke had worked with my father since I was a little girl. They ran a garage together and were the best of friends. He and his wife would often come around for lunch, dinner, and supper; they spent more time with our family than they did at home.
Perhaps that was why they were now getting divorced, who knows, I have been told not to mention it to him. Luke has just moved into our spare room, the one next to mine, and I was having trouble sleeping. Knowing he was right next door, possibly naked in his bed, had my brain in overdrive.
Luke had known my dad since school; they met up again 9 years after graduating and started their business together. I was 8 then, and I loved to spend time with them both. It was like I had two dads. I remember the exact moment those feelings changed toward him. I stopped seeing him as a father figure and saw him as a sexy man.
I was 16. We were all on holiday, my dad, Luke and his wife. We were just sitting around, while dad and Luke worked the barbecue. Jenny, Luke’s wife, passed him a drink. She had had a few too many, and tripped over, spilling the drink all over Luke.
He swore out loud.
“Fuck Jen, that’s freezing.”
Everybody laughed. I joined in too until he whipped off his t-shirt. All laughter stopped for me because what stood before me was a god. He was perfect, toned, and tanned, and his abs, whoa. My bedroom wall at home was covered in posters of my favourite pop stars, all with bodies like that.
Everything changed for me that day. I could no longer give him a cuddle without blushing. I couldn’t jokingly call him dad 2 anymore. I started to dislike Jenny, every time I saw him touch her, or they kissed, I would be in a bad mood with them both. Cause rows and stomp around like an errant child. I was grounded quite a few times for my behaviour, nobody could see, I couldn’t help it. I was smitten, he became everything.
On my 18th birthday, I was thrown a party by my dad. My best friend Mandy, the Tom Hardy nut, had decided to bring a surprise date for me. He was a nice enough guy, but I only wanted one man. Mandy pulled me aside.
“Why are you ignoring John?”
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit, he’s hot.”
“So why don’t you date him?”
“Lexi, are you gay?”
I had choked on my drink.
“What, no I’m not gay, what the hell Mandy.”
“Well, I know you’ve not dated many guys before, and you can’t deny that John is fit.”
“Oh my god, so because I don’t want John, and I haven’t dated many people, you assume I’m gay. I don’t want John and I don’t want just any man, I want…”
I stopped myself. I had never told anybody about my feelings for Luke.
“You want who?”
“I…I meant…”
“I know what you meant; the question I need you to answer is who the guy is?”
I sighed, I might as well tell her, and it would feel good to share my desire.
“Luke.”
“Luke, Luke White, the lad who was in our drama class?”
“Ew no, he had bad breath.”
“So who…”
At that moment, as though on cue, Luke came over to us.
“Hey girls, Lex, your dad wants to make a toast, he wants you by the stage.”
“Ok, thanks, Luke.”
I beamed. As he walked away, Mandy turned to look at me, with her mouth hung open.
“Tell me it’s not him.”
My cheeks pinked, giving me away.
“Oh wow, he’s old, and oh my god, old.”
“He’s 38 Mandy; he’s not exactly drawing his pension.”
“He’s also married.”
“I know that, fuck, look I know nothing will ever happen, but I can’t help how I feel.”
She looked at me with pity.
“You love him don’t you?”
I looked over and saw him with his arm around Jenny.
“Just drop it, it’s just a stupid crush, I should go over to dad.”
I made my escape, and from then on any time she would bring it up, I would just say I had drunk too much and was talking nonsense. That was 2 years ago. I had dated one guy in that time, Mark, just to shut Mandy up. That finished the moment Luke said he was getting a divorce.
Dad had told Luke to take some time off work, to get himself sorted. He needed looking after, so I had put off college until the summer, making the excuse of not feeling ready to go yet. Luke needed me. I heard the front door slam and knew dad had left for work. I jumped up and threw on my dressing gown. I would cook him breakfast.
I cooked him a full English and took it up to his room. I tapped on the door.
“Yeah.”
He yelled with a yawn. I popped my head in.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?”
He sat up in bed, the sheet falling, showing me his magnificent body. He rubbed his eyes.
“No, it’s ok honey, I was just getting up anyway.”
Honey, he had no idea the thrill I got from him calling me that.
“I made you breakfast.”
I said as I walked into the room carrying the tray. He smiled.
“You spoil me.”
I lay the tray on his lap. The front of my dressing gown hung open, and I swear I caught him looking down my top. It was just for a second, and he turned away quickly, but he looked. This gave me some much-needed encouragement, and I sat on the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
I asked, placing my hand on his leg. I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable; he kept clearing his throat and fiddling with his fork.
“Fine thanks, Lex.”
He moved his leg, so I was no longer touching him. I got up and smiled.
“I’ll leave you to eat.”
I was about to leave when I turned back to face him.
“Do you have any plans today?”
I enquired.
“I was going to go for a run.”
“Can I come?”
He frowned; I had never gone running with him.
“Erm, yeah sure.”
I grinned, gave a stupid bloody hop on the spot, and swiftly left. I felt so embarrassed, I had to cool it, or I would scare him off before I even had a chance to get him to notice me as a woman with needs. I showered and pulled on my spandex shorts and bra top.
I waited in the living room for him to appear. He came down in his jogging clothes, and I jumped up. He looked at me, and again quickly looked away. He’d never seen me in such skimpy clothing, showing so much skin. We silently headed outside and began to run.
I wasn’t the fittest of people; my idea of working out was lifting pizza to my mouth, working those biceps. I was one of those lucky people who never put weight on, despite all the junk I consumed. So after 10 minutes of steady running, I was panting like an old man in need of oxygen.
I stopped, and bent over, resting my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Luke jogged on the spot beside me, he was so very fit, and he was barely out of breath.
“You should head back; I still have a few miles to do.”
“No, I’m fine…I just…need a…a moment.”
I said between gasps. He handed me a bottle of water, and I took a long swig. After a few moments, he spoke.
“Ready?”
I nodded and began to jog at his side again. I knew I should have just gone home about 10 minutes later, as I tripped over my own feet, and fell to the ground. I was fuming with myself. I scraped my knee and
twisted my ankle. Luke crouched beside me and looked at my cut.
“We need to get that cleaned, come on.”
He helped me to my feet and put his arm around my waist. I almost moaned at the feeling of skin on skin contact. I hung my arm around his bulky shoulders and hobbled along. He got me inside the house, and onto the couch, and went to grab some antiseptic spray.
He came back, carrying the first aid kit. He knelt in front of me and took out the spray and cotton wool.
“This is going to sting.”
He warned as he coated my cut with the spray. I hissed and wanted to pull away, but he was touching me, his hand on my thigh, and no pain in the world would make me pull away from that. I flinched as he cleaned my knee.
“Sorry.”
He said. I reached out, laying my hand on his arm.
“No, I’m sorry. I should have just come home when you suggested it, then this wouldn’t have happened”
He shuffled back and lifts my foot onto his knee. I watched him closely as he untied my trainer, and gently slid it off my foot. He also removed my sock and his fingers massaged around my ankle bone. I closed my eyes, blocking out the pain, and just enjoying his hands on me.
“Move your foot for me.”
I spun my foot around.
“I don’t think anything is broken, probably just a sprain.”
He stood up and was about to walk away.
“Luke, could you help me upstairs, I need to get changed.”
I said. I could tell he really didn’t want to help me, which was strange; he would usually do anything for me. He helped me stand, and hop up the stairs. We got to my bedroom door, and he let go of me.
“Will you be ok from here?”
“Would you mind helping me to my bed?”
He hesitated again. What was his problem? I grabbed his offered hand and he opened the door, leading me inside. I held tightly to his arm and hobbled to my bed. I fell backward, perhaps purposefully, keeping hold of his arm. He fell with me, landing on top of me.
