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‘Is that Jo Sanders?’
‘Yes. Can I help you?’
‘This is Sam Peters of Stationery on the Move. I believe you wish me to come and show you some samples and discuss some quotes?’
‘Please. I am particularly interested in your reams of A4 paper, and an estimate of how long you think it might take for you to come once I have your cock down my throat?’
‘I’m sure I can provide answers to those queries, madam. May I take some details?’
‘Certainly.’
‘Do you prefer to be spanked or bitten?’
‘Spanked.’
‘Licked out or to provide a blowjob?’
‘Tough call, but licking out would have the edge.’
‘So, perhaps we at Stationery on the Move could provide you with a quote for a sixty-nine as a suitable compromise?’
‘That sounds excellent. Can I book a sixty-nine today, please, if you’re in the area?’
‘I’ll be there in ten minutes, and for fuck’s sake, be naked. I have a hard-on that makes your ruler look limp!’
‘Yes, sir! Let yourself in, and follow the sound of the vibrator ...’
Support Your Local Store
by Alex Severn
Gareth had only moved here recently so he was still getting his bearings locally. Every Sunday morning he got up really early and walked to the local store at the top of his street. They sell pretty much everything; with a 24-hour WalMart on their doorstep they need to, but it’s the Sunday paper that he really goes to buy.
His eyes always strayed to the tabloids with the screaming headlines about some soap star shagging some footballer and the cheaper ones always have some gorgeous woman wearing very little on the cover with a promise of something more revealing inside. The papers are nicely hidden from the view of whichever bored and sleepy-eyed assistant is unlucky enough to be working so he can have a flick through and turn himself on with the pictures for a good few seconds.
But this Sunday ... He practically leapt out of his skin at the sound of her voice.
‘She might be OK but she’s only a picture – wouldn’t you prefer to see a real woman?’
He jerked his head around guiltily to see her.
She must have been in her 40s with soft long blonde hair that was in great condition, tanned and classy looking. She was very tall, almost Amazonian. Her light cream-coloured summer dress buttoned down the front matched the heat of the day that was building early. She smiled at him and revelled in his embarrassment, making him feel like a schoolboy caught reading a dirty mag by the teacher.
Before Gareth could speak she moved over closer to him; she was almost brushing against his body and stooped to pick up the Sunday Boobs or whatever the paper calls itself and picked out the page with a young blonde, topless, with the tiniest thong you’ve ever seen.
‘Very cute, I suppose, but a bit young, don’t you think? Don’t you think my tits are better?’
With that, she unbuttoned her dress to her stomach and the most gorgeous, firm tanned brown tits spilt out, only inches from him.
Her nipples were a dark chocolate brown and, to Gareth, the perfect size. He held his breath, unable to move or speak. She laughed at him softly and said, ‘Can’t you cope with a woman in the flesh then or do you need a bit of encouragement?’
She took his hand gently and placed it on her left breast, pushing the back of his hand further onto her warm soft mound. The feel of her flesh broke the spell and, almost in a trance, he started to stroke, rub and fondle her nipple, thrilled to see it harden for him.
‘Suck me now.’
It was a command, not a request, but he was only too happy to comply. He ducked his head down and licked, sucked and nibbled on her juicy left nipple while he brought his hand up to coax and play with the other. He was rewarded by her deep moans of raw pleasure.
With a quick, urgent movement she moved her hand downwards and he felt fingers straying down to his now hard cock, pushing down his shorts and freeing his shaft which was jutting skywards towards her.
As if waking from a dream he realised they were in the aisle of a shop and he tore his mouth away from her tits and jerked backwards, saying, ‘We can’t do this here, somebody will see us.’
She just smiled as if to reassure him. ‘The assistant is reading way up there – she wouldn’t even notice an orgy.’
And when he felt her fingers circle his length and start to rub him and massage his tight balls, he knew no power on earth could make him resist anyway.
His eyes focused on her stomach. Her last two buttons were still done up and he could see the outline of light-coloured hair under her dress which told him she hadn’t bothered with any knickers. She saw how hungry his gaze was and, with an even deeper, even filthier smile, she unbuttoned completely and, as the dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it.
He was mesmerised and transfixed by the view. Fabulous tits with bullet hard nipples pointed at him, a thick bush of blonde curls framing a pussy that he could see was already glistening wet and gaping open for him. She opened her long slender legs wide, leant back against the shelves and said, ‘Fuck me now. I want you inside me.’
His head spinning, his heart beating ever faster, he drove his rock-hard length into her and felt as if he was sinking into an Aladdin’s Cave of treasures, her soft soaking wet lips circled his shaft and, as he pushed deeper and deeper, she wrapped one leg around his waist to coax him further in. He’d never felt so big or hard but she wanted – needed – more and she arched her back away from him, changing the angle so that he felt her lips were in control of him totally. Then, they both came together, panting and gasping as they broke away from each other breathlessly.
Reality began to kick in as he realised he had just been screwing in the middle of a shop on the way to buy the morning paper when he heard another female voice say, ‘I should be calling the police on you two, you know that, don’t you?’
They both turned to see the young brunette assistant. She must have been much nearer the man’s age than the woman’s. Perhaps she hadn’t been quite as engrossed in her reading as they’d thought.
But even as she half-threatened calling the police, she started to strip off her dark green overall and, very quickly, she was standing there, naked, with a freshly shaved pussy and small but very tempting tits on display for him.
Her face creased into a wide grin. ‘If you don’t want me to make that call, get down on your knees and lick my cunt dry. If you make it good enough, I can forget what you filthy pair have been up to.’
God knows why but he half turned towards the woman he had just been screwing – almost as if checking for her permission – but his hesitation brought a sharp response from the assistant.
‘Look, I know where this tart lives; I’ve seen her drooling over young kids before in here. She won’t be getting away so easily, I’m sure her husband would love to know how she has been spending her Sunday morning.’
The tall blonde froze.
He lightly dropped to his knees in front of the brunette. They all knew she was in charge now; what she wanted, she was going to get ...
She was already saturated by the time his tongue got there; he knew she must have been touching herself while they had been fucking, oblivious to the show they had been putting on. She felt hot and wet as he licked and explored the raised hard nub of her delicious clit and savoured the pink and purple folds of her labia. Out the corner of his eye he could see the blonde, still naked, rubbing her own lips, fingers plunging deeper and deeper into her gaping pleasure dome and that just drove him on to make sure the assistant got what she wanted. He lapped every crevice, every silk soft fold and, finally, he felt the waves of orgasm flowing through her body, her muscles spasm and she pushed his head away, breathing heavily.
The man looked around for his clothes assuming this was over, needing to get home and have a very cold shower
With a confidence of someone who knows th
ey are pulling all the strings the assistant strolled over to the blonde and casually fondled her tits, drawing her mouth closer to hers. She was an inch away from kissing her full on the lips, but the older woman jerked her head way and in a quick but savage moment, lashed out with her hand and slapped the younger girl’s face hard, saying, ‘Keep away from me, you little bitch.’
The other’s face darkened, her teeth almost clenched and, simultaneously, Gareth and the blonde realised she had made a pretty serious misjudgement.
‘You’re going to be very sorry for that, blondie. I was going to let you get dressed and go home to your loving husband, but now ... By the way, when I saw what was going to happen I switched the CCTV on you. We could all be stars in a nice little porno, couldn’t we?’
She moved quickly to close the shop door, turning the sign round to tell any callers they were closed. God knows how she would explain that to her bosses if they received any complaints, but it didn’t seem to worry her much.
‘Go through to the storeroom quickly. It’s in the back there.’
The other two shuffled along, still naked and vulnerable, both wanting to find the courage and the words to take her on but both failing.
The room was small and crowded with boxes and containers. As the girl closed the door, she switched on a dim light and shadows flickered across their bodies.
She was obviously thinking how to play this, but suddenly her mind seemed to be made up.
She delved into a box and came up with a length of cord, perhaps used for binding heavy boxes together, but as she flourished it triumphantly it was clear she had a very different use for it in mind.
She smiled slowly at the other woman, telling her, ‘Right you, bend over, touch your toes ... if you can, darling.’
The blonde victim opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it, knowing she would be better to get this over with quickly.
His eyes were drawn to the way she was posed. He saw her peach-shaped bum, shivered at the swell of her lips showing between her cheeks and couldn’t fail to see the moisture forming between them again ...
The director of this play handed the cord to him.
‘Whip her. Let her know she’s been bad, right? She needs to be taught a lesson and I want to watch you doing it.’
He didn’t hesitate and, though he might try and tell himself he had no choice and he was only doing it because he had to, deep inside he was excited by the prospect, God he wanted to feel the power and the pleasure of knowing she would feel the pain.
He thrashed down on her back first, watching her wince, but the brunette hissed at him, ‘On her arse, stupid. Let’s make it so sore, she’ll remember who the boss is for a long time.’
He changed the angle of the punishment, flaying her bum repeatedly. A couple of times the cord caught her crevice – he knew it must have beat against her labia – and he was almost breathless with excitement until the assistant motioned him to stop.
‘That’s enough now. Put the rope down.’
The blonde woman straightened up with an effort, her face flushed and sweating.
The assistant moved closer to both of them and casually reached her hand down to his cock, smiling at how hard it had become during the beating and grabbing it roughly. She began to rub him up and down roughly and, without stopping this movement, she reached across and hooked first one, then two fingers inside the other woman’s open wet pussy.
As she coaxed juice from the gaping hole she started to lick her fingers, tasting the come. The man saw the blonde open her legs wider, silently pleading for more and this only heightened his own arousal as he felt fingers pulling, stroking and manipulating his hard shaft.
He came suddenly and helplessly.
Abruptly, it was over.
The play was at an end, it seemed, and the brunette told them both to get dressed and clear out of the shop, with a final reminder that she could always use the tape if she felt like it.
He left the shop first, wondering how he was going to tell his girlfriend why he was so late in getting the Sunday paper, but the blonde lingered a little until both the women could see he was out of earshot.
The shop assistant spoke first.
‘That was good, yeah, but maybe I was too quick to catch you with him? Next time why don’t I let you give him a blowjob? I know you like a nice hard cock in your mouth.’
The blonde smiled beautifully and put her arms around the other woman.
‘I do – but what I really want is to feel that rope again. How about you teach me just how good it feels when a woman is doing the punishing. And I haven’t licked you out myself for ages now ...’
Custom was really slow at the shop that morning.
Airtight
by Dominic Santi
Panama Jack is an asshole. Not that executive officers of Navy nuclear submarines are known for their warm, fuzzy personalities. But Panama Jack takes being an asshole to new heights – or depths, as the case often is when we’re underway. When we’re in the yard for repairs, he’s even worse. He walks like he’s got a stick up his ass, his hair cut to perfect regulation length as he struts along the pier like he expects even the fucking flagpole to salute him.
Panama Jack’s wife is young and pretty, with long, curly blond hair and baby blue eyes that can make your cock spring to attention with just one wink. She wears short, hot pink skirts with matching stiletto heels and no panties. Her blouses are cut damn near to her navel and hug the biggest, creamiest natural tits I’d ever seen. The nipples are the size of the bottom of a beer can, with tips that stand out dark and stiff because she begs to have them sucked when she’s being fucked.
Normally, a mere petty officer would not know the particulars of the sex life of his XO’s wife. However, most XOs aren’t stupid enough to volunteer for extra duty on their fucking anniversary. Amanda had just finished her first strawberry margarita when she sashayed over to our table and asked who wanted to fuck.
I was the only one who recognised her. The other five guys, all enlisted, like me, had joined the crew since last year’s Submariners Ball. Not that they would have noticed once her next margarita arrived. She rolled the frosty glass over her nipple, giggling when it poked out into her silky blue top.
‘Ooh! My titty’s cold! Who wants to warm it up with a big, slurpy anniversary kiss?’
Five faces damn near knocked each other silly in the rush to be first in line. I paid for her drink, giving the waitress an extra $20 to go away and ignore us. The look Amanda gave me told me two things: she wasn’t drunk, and she remembered who’d paid for her drinks at the Ball as well. She quirked an eyebrow at me and smiled.
‘There’s just one itty bitty catch to us having a real fun party.’
Five sets of eyes froze, riveted to her face – Jensen’s looking up since he wasn’t willing to take his lips off the prize he’d won by sheer brute force. Amanda ran a finger down her neckline, tracing Jensen’s jaw before trailing slowly back up. He shivered, sucking harder to keep from losing his grip. Amanda shuddered and smiled.
‘My husband’s in the Navy, and he’s not on shore right now,’ she said in her honeyed Southern drawl. ‘He likes to watch.’ She plucked a cell phone from her teeny tiny purse and held it out to me. ‘If you’ll take the pictures, I’ll lead the parade – startin’ with a big ol’ strip tease, as soon as we get to my hotel room.’
Her husband wasn’t on shore because he was in his office on the barge next to the pier where our boat was tied up – about two miles away. But unless he called in another command officer to relieve him, which would mean explaining why he’d dragged them out of bed on one of their only nights home before we really did go back out to sea again, there wasn’t much chance ol’ Panama Jack could do anything other than watch and fume and maybe beat off. Hell, who knew – maybe he did like to watch. I was willing to take his wife’s word for it. Jack’s an asshole. I was horny. His wife was fucking hot. Payback’s a bitch, ya know?
The ot
her guys didn’t know who our “date” was. In fact, since Jack had left the Ball as soon as he could, I doubted he knew I’d met his hot wife either. I took the phone and followed the other guys outside to a cab, reassuring Jensen that while he had to let go of the lady’s tit for the duration of the ride, he could suck it again while we rode her hard and wet later on.
The hotel room was classy, a result, no doubt, of the XO’s wife’s flashing the platinum-plus credit card Jack was so fond of drawing slowly out of his pocket when the correct social occasion required. Jack was fond of drama. Obviously, so was his wife. As to which part of watching his wife fuck other men turned him on – not my fucking problem. Amanda had pre-programmed Panama Jack’s cell phone number into her speed dial. I sat down in the comfy armchair on the far side of the room, unbuttoned my fly, and pulled out my dick. Then I pointed the camera at the orgy starting on the bed and clicked the first time.
Hot Wife
I figured a good text message would keep each photo in the proper perspective. And Amanda was hot. She was kneeling in the middle of the bed, her top pulled open to reveal her obviously well-sucked nipple. I hit SEND. In case the viewer might miss that little detail, Amanda was fingering the still-wet tip, pursing her lips to air kiss the camera. I zeroed in, took a close-up, added the title Hot Nipple and hit SEND again.
5 Horny Sailors from the Bar
Since Amanda had protected the others by not introducing herself to them, I figured ol’ Jack needed a reminder that while this shindig was part of his relationship with his wife, everybody else was just along for the ride. They had no idea who she was – other than a pretty, horny woman they’d picked up in the bar. As Jensen once more latched onto his prize, I hit SEND again.
Sucking a Tasty Tit
From the way Jensen’s cheeks were moving, he was in hog heaven. Amanda closed her eyes and held him to her breast, her lips parting as he sucked harder. I clicked just as she shuddered.
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