While we did not actually work together, Nina and I had similar work experiences. We both got shrill, stuck-up lady bosses, lots and lots of shit work, and peanuts for pay. That’s an internship for you. Still, these days you have to have an internship on your record, and good recommendations from the company you work for, or you’re not going to get a plum job upon graduation. So we both worked hard and put up with the long hours, the bitchy bosses, and the lack of spending money.
Our sole entertainment was flirting with a few of the guys at the office, and even that had to be pretty constrained, because our bosses were such total prudes. We kept things light and subtle, teasing and flirting just enough to have fun, but not enough to get us into trouble.
Nina is a five-foot-four bombshell, with huge black eyes, long coal-black hair and, incredibly sexy lips. With her olive complexion and voluptuous, sexy body, she looks like she could be an Egyptian princess, or an Arab harem girl. I’m her opposite in many ways, taller, a little skinnier, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. I guess I’m more the ice-princess type. But only on the outside.
Both of us got lots of looks from the guys around the office, and we got hit on plenty of times. The guys liked our tight, low-cut slacks and scoop tops, even if our bosses didn’t. They’d have preferred us to dress more conservatively, but we couldn’t afford to buy new clothes.
We also never had the time, money, or energy to go out and mess around with guys our own age outside the company. Back at our apartment after 10- or 12-hour days, we’d kick back with some wine and talk about which guys at the office we’d actually like to do it with. It was good for laughs, but it also got us kind of hot.
As the weeks wore on we got into this sort of truth or dare thing, where we shared increasingly kinky fantasies about what we’d do with some of the guys if we had the chance. I was amazed at some of the stuff Nina came up with. She talked about taking it in the ass, and having two guys at once, and tying guys up, and a lot of other stuff I thought was pretty wild. I’m not exactly a cloistered virgin, but Nina clearly was more experienced in sexual matters than I was. Or at least she had a more active imagination.
As we neared the end of our internship period, we were getting pretty bored with our lives, and pretty horny. During our last week there was to be a company party to celebrate an especially profitable quarter. These parties were rumored to be plenty dull, but there was free food and drink, and that worked for us.
Then Nina came up with an idea to make the party a little spicier. She reviewed our mental list of the guys we’d like to do it with, and said that we should follow through. “Why not?” she asked me. “We’re out of here next week, and we’ve got our recommendations. As long as we’re cool about it we can have a wild night and then blow off this town with no regrets.”
I finally agreed, and we pooled our meager resources to buy a couple of sexy dresses for the evening. We also booked a room at the hotel at which the party was slated to take place.
We went to the hotel early and checked into our room, where we dressed and had a couple of cocktails to work up some courage. When we went downstairs the party was well under way. We were without question the hottest things there. Nina looked terrific in a little black cocktail dress, and I got plenty of looks in my red one. All the guys were checking us out.
We had agreed to spend the first hour circulating, acting very professional and kissing up to all the right people, and that was what we did. When the time was right, though, we circled in on our targets. After some discussion, we had decided on two guys named Cliff and Alan. They were two of the hottest guys on our list, and they were married. Nina liked the idea of fucking married guys—first, because she said it was a little more of a challenge to get them into bed, and second, because they were less likely to blab about it to their coworkers.
We started by getting our two targets out onto the dance floor. After the first number we danced them over to a relatively dark corner of the ballroom, out of sight of our witchy bosses. We batted our eyes and flipped our hair and flattered the guys a couple of times, and that was it—they were ours. When I mentioned that we had a room upstairs with a minibar, we were all on the elevator in a flash.
As soon as the door to our room closed behind us, I pulled Alan to me and shoved my tongue down his throat, and Nina did the same with Cliff. When we broke apart, Alan stammered something like, “Umm … you know we’re married, right?”
Nina laughed and said, “Just shut up and fuck us!” And that was the end of the debate. Within seconds they were on their cell phones, telling their wives that they were going to go to a casino to play poker, and that they shouldn’t wait up. So much for Nina’s theory about married guys being harder to bed!
I poured us some drinks from the minibar while Nina did a striptease, pulling her dress over her head ever so slowly. A black thong showed off her killer backside, and a matching bra presented her magnificent boobs like ripe fruit on a lace platter. Her spiked heels maximized her well-toned legs. If the guys hadn’t been there, I would have done her myself!
Cliff and Alan were looking at each other like they couldn’t believe what was happening. I handed out the drinks and then dropped my dress in front of them. I was wearing white undies as opposed to Nina’s black, but the guys seemed to be giving me equal attention, so I guess I must have looked pretty good as well.
Nina downed her drink and pushed Cliff into a chair, while I dragged Alan onto one of the beds. We kissed and fondled each other, and I slowly got him out of his suit, until he was down to his silk boxers. I stroked his cock under the thin cloth and he moaned his encouragement, at the same time clumsily pulling at my bra and thong, trying to get me naked. When he finally got them off he sucked hungrily at my tits and cupped my very wet mound with a firm hand. After months without sex, it felt great to have a man touching me.
“Oh, my god!” I heard Nina say. “Hey, girl, check this out!” I looked over to see Nina, now naked, kneeling at Cliff’s feet, with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen standing at attention in front of her.
“You’re going to have to share that thing,” I said, and once again the guys looked at each other in happy, glorious disbelief.
I then returned my attention to Alan, sliding down to suck his cock and balls. He sported a perfectly adequate tool, but nothing like Cliff’s. I could throat him easily, and soon had him dripping and ready to shoot. I backed off a bit to let the tension build further, teasing him with tongue twirls and nibbles before taking him down my throat again.
“God, you’re so fucking hot!” he cried out. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you!” And he groaned deeply as he shot into my mouth. Mmm, I really needed that, I thought to myself as I swallowed his spunk down.
When I had sucked him dry I crawled up and sat on his face. He dove in willingly—not that he had much choice at that point. I had a thigh on either side of his head, and I arched against his probing tongue and rough chin as he lapped at my pussy. I needed to come, and I didn’t waste any time. I ground into his face with increasing rhythm until the long-anticipated contractions came on. I finished with a shriek, and then fell against the headboard.
Alan slid out from under me and maneuvered behind me, placing his cock against the splayed lips of my vagina. I marveled at how quickly he had recovered, and I pushed back against his hard rod, accepting him to the hilt with a grunt. He teased me a bit, pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in, but was soon moving with the firm, steady pace that I love. Both of us having gotten an orgasm out of the way, I knew we could now have a nice long fuck. God, it felt good to have a dick inside me!
I could sense that things were getting a little frantic with Cliff and Nina, and I looked over at them. Nina was still kneeling in front of Cliff as he writhed in his chair. She had his huge ball sac in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin, while she jacked off his giant cock with lightning speed. Precome was dribbling from its head like lava from a lazy volcano, and Cliff was buc
king up and down as if fucking her hand. Alan slowed inside me as we watched and waited for the inevitable. Nina pulled the crown of Cliff’s cock down toward her, taking it in her mouth as she continued to jack him off. Finally he convulsed and Nina pulled back, taking huge shots of his thick jism onto her face and her outstretched tongue. When his spasms stopped, she pulled herself up to him, offering him her come-filled mouth. He hesitated for half a second, then kissed her hard and deep.
“Fuck, that was hot!” Alan said as he grabbed my hips and started pounding into me with renewed heat.
“Yeah,” I groaned, “Fucking give it to me! Make me come again!”
Given the show that I had just witnessed and the hard fucking I was getting, it didn’t take long for me to burst into another climax. Alan, however, showed no signs of either coming or slowing down, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his hands on my hips, the sensation of my tits rocking with his pounding, and the grinding of his balls against my clit. I was working up to yet another orgasm when I heard Nina yelling, “Fuck yeah! Do it! Eat my ass, baby!”
That broke my concentration. I looked over to see that Nina was face down on the floor between the bed and the chair, that perfect ass of hers spread wide, soaking wet and pointing at the ceiling. Her long hair covered her face, but I could tell she was in ecstasy. “Fuck!” she suddenly hissed, “Don’t stop! Get in there!”
Cliff was at that moment eating her pussy, but then he did something I’d never heard of, let alone witnessed. He slid his tongue up the crack of Nina’s ass and reamed her butthole with it. Not with some gentle lick either, but really jamming it in there, and seeming to love it. At the same time he slid two or three fingers into Nina’s pussy and massaged her clit with his thumb. This went on for maybe a minute, and then Nina pushed up onto all fours and arched her back, rocking against Cliff’s face and shouting, “Fuck! I’M COMMMINNNG!”
This tripped my wire, and I exploded into the longest, most intense orgasm I could remember. Alan slammed to a finish and collapsed on top of me. I think Nina was still coming when Cliff lifted his head from her ass and flipped her over, positioning the head of that super dick against her cunt. Alan and I watched in amazement as Cliff thrust that cock into her an inch at a time, until he was all the way in. I couldn’t believe how he stretched her. He then lifted her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck her long and hard, bringing Nina off a couple more times before pulling out to shoot on her tits, at her heated request.
We all lay there for 10 or 15 minutes, silent except for the occasional sigh. Alan had been great, but I liked what I had seen from Cliff, especially his giant dick and kinky tongue. So I finally broke the silence by saying, “Everybody ready to switch?”
All of us broke into peals of laughter, but we were ready all right, no doubt about that. We then proceeded to switch back and forth until nearly dawn, when Cliff and Alan showered and limped home to their wives. I bet they’re still smiling.
—Name and address withheld
When Love Becomes Obsession, a Woman Can Lose Her Very Soul
He walked through my back door. I hadn’t seen him in ages, but it was the same as ever, the desire for him, the need, and he was fully aware of it. My throat was tight as I returned his casual greeting, and then we were hugging, and the hardness in his pants told me all I needed to know.
He bent his head slightly, and my mouth was there to meet his, my lips parting as his tongue probed with thrilling confidence. I pulled him more tightly against me, and I felt my nipples harden and the wetness of my pussy moistening my panties. Oh, dear God, how often had I thought of this! How long and how often.
My mind drifted off as he kissed me, remembering. He was the best ever. Only he could ride me into multiple orgasms with ease and skill, like no other lover I had ever known. A glance from across the room would make my heart beat faster and my breath quicken. I thought of the warm tip of his tongue teasing my clit as I squirmed with delight. I thought of his touch, of the softness of his embrace as he held me close, or the firmness of his grasp in the throes of his rising passion. Oh, how he would touch and tease and tantalize me, how I would long to feel his huge cock pushing deep into my swollen, wet pussy, the first thrust taking me to the edge of insanity. He fucked me like a god, and I knew what he could do to me, and I wanted him on top of me, behind me, any way I could have him.
I realized that his kisses had stopped. I could feel his hands all over my body, and mine grasped at him, pulling at his clothes. I could hear myself moaning, whimpering. We were both almost naked when I knelt before him to take every inch of his cock into my mouth. I heard him take in his breath as I did this, and it made me almost come, thinking of how that cock would soon be thrusting into my pussy, or my ass, or … oh, God …
I awoke the next morning wondering, before I was fully awake, if it had all been real, or just a dream. I closed my eyes, wanting it to be real, spreading my legs wide apart, my back arching as I felt my nipples harden. I thought of his scent, his weight, the slight scratchiness of his chin on my neck … turning my head to offer him all of my neck, feeling his breath, his lips, his tongue traveling down to my breasts. His hands moving between my legs, his mouth covering my nipples. As always, he knew how much I wanted him, how long I had been without a man, how I longed to touch him all over his body, to kiss and savor every inch. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I wanted to fall asleep again and make it all become real, as real as a dream can be.
I knew he would be in my head all day long, the passionate kiss he had given me the very last time I had seen him. The memory of how he excited me, how he allowed me to pleasure him, and the deliciousness of his come in my mouth. How on earth would I concentrate enough to get through the day, my pussy already swollen and wet? My fingers teased my clit as my other hand squeezed the fullness of my tits. I needed him to fuck me. I would go to work with no panties, wearing jeans tight enough to rub my clit with each step. I thought of him standing before me, his huge cock hard and bulging beneath his trousers. The image brought a smile to my face, and tears to my eyes. Please, oh please, I thought as I left the house. Come to me, fuck me, thrust your cock so deep inside me, make me scream.
The last day of the work week passed slowly away. At home I wandered about the house, giving up all hope. Trying to file the thoughts of him away, I poured myself a cocktail and tried to relax, listening to music, sighing a deep sigh of despair.
My body still ached for him. I had stripped down except for my shirt, for the teasing effect of the jeans rubbing my clit all day was too much. I couldn’t help but touch my breasts, squeezing them, pulling the nipples, knowing that when I left the chair, there would be a wet area on the seat. I didn’t care. The memory of his touch always did take me to a place where the lights would go dim.
An odd sound brought me quickly back to reality, No, it couldn’t have been … but oh, dear God, yes, it was. My heart stopped, then skipped a beat, and quickened.
He came to me, casual as the day is long, dressed in jeans and as stunningly sexy as ever. His gorgeous blue eyes and masculine physique made me tingle from within. Without a word he led me to the bedroom, and I watched him undress, a ritual from the past that I had always adored. I savored each part of his body as he revealed his nakedness to me.
And then there he was, completely naked and beautiful, approaching the bed, offering himself to me in full glory. I could not hold his gaze, my eyes drawn helplessly to the enormity of his cock like Pavlov’s dogs to the bell. I was on all fours, leaning over the bed to take all that I could of his manliness into my throat. His hands stroked over my back, squeezed my tits, roamed over my ass, which was up in the air, my knees spread far apart, my body beckoning to him as he opened my pussy lips with his fingers. It made me shudder and moan. Oh, God, I thought, yes, please, yes, more, more … It was real. He was there. Don’t stop, oh, oh yesssssss.
The remainder of my time with him blurred into ecstasy.
His face between my legs, eating my pussy, licking, touching, making me cry out as I thrust my groin into his face, legs shaking. Then his body on top of me, the swift thrust of him, deep, hard, and passionate, making me gasp with delight. His cock was inside me. He felt huge and he was riding me, riding me again to that twilight place where I hadn’t been in so long.
This man was born to fuck. He could satisfy me with only his hand, and when he used all of himself to pleasure me I would shudder from head to toe, coming in waves that felt endless. Then he left me as casually as he had come, left me in a glow, but wanting him again, again and again, as often as he would take me.
—T.N., Santa Rosa, California
It Was a Lucky Career Opportunity, and There Were Fringe Benefits
At 24 I hit my first real turning point. An early marriage to my high-school sweetheart had gone awry, and I was working a dead-end job. So when a friend of a friend offered me a job in a commercial bakery slash retail outlet, learning the business from the ground up (I have always enjoyed baking) while being paid twice what I’d been making, I jumped—even though it involved relocating.
I reported for work bright and early the following Monday morning. Since it was a family business, the good-sized staff included my boss’s wife and daughter and a host of nieces and nephews. The daughter, Rita, really caught my eye.
She was tall, about five-feet-ten, with long, long legs and a full ass she displayed proudly in very short shorts. She looked like Claudia Cardinale, a classic Italian beauty with dark hair and eyes and a pouty mouth. But her outstanding feature was her breasts. They were enormous, dominating her otherwise-slender body.
Although she didn’t flaunt them during business hours around her family, there wasn’t much she could do to hide them either. Many a male customer found himself tongue-tied around her, struggling to maintain eye contact in the hot bakery, with her blouses and sweaters clinging to her body.
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