While the other men took their pleasure in her, Bronx played with her hair and rub her back, with one hand, while his other hand slid between her legs and massage her clitoris with a talented hand.
Becoming immediately saturated with wetness, Shelly tried to bed herself the best she could into his hand, until he finally answered her needs and slid his fingers inside of her. When the careful penetration finally came, she gasped loudly and hastened her movements with her mouth.
She writhed and shuddered at the plethora of sensations that were flowing through her. The pleasure that the men were providing her was almost too great. By now, the movements of the men could only be described as delightfully happy torture. The men seemed to know how to give her almost exactly what she wanted, so that Shelly was stuck in a limbo that teetered on the edge of absolute euphoria.
This instantly got a rise out of Dustin. “Oh yes…Faster…” After a minor adjustment, she was able to answer his command.
Troy also continued faster, winding his hands playfully around her bosom, tugging and flicking her nipples in the right manner, in order to keep them satisfied and alert. While she moved her body up and down against Dustin, she also thrust her pelvis, which was aching for more, towards Troy. She wanted so much for him to explore her body and she had no longer had any qualms about letting him know.
Bronx was doing a glorious job, but after feeling the size and girth of Troy’s fiery brand, her body instinctively knew that he would be satisfying.
Shelly realized quickly that in the throes of passion, all social courtesy was forgotten. She rubbed herself up against him with vigor, until finally; she felt Dustin’s glorious waves of splendor rocket into her mouth and shoot down her throat, giving her little choice but to swallow.
She heard him moan and collapse against the couch as though with overcome with exhaustion, before she was pulled away, again by Troy. He grasped her breasts and willed Shelly to stand, so that Bronx could take Dustin’s place on the couch.
After an extra a moment of bliss, Shelly looked down at Bronx and took in his tempting manliness. Bronx was a big shouldered man with rippling muscles that roped his entire body together. His chest was hard and inviting, while his waist shifted into a perfect triangle procession, which was lined with corrugated abs and ended with a member that made Shelly tremble with delight.
Bronx spread his legs and took her in between them, while Troy guided her with a gentle embrace and Dustin ran his hands up and down her back from the side, before continuing where Troy left off caressing her breasts.
Shelly squatted down carefully, while she felt Bronx thrust himself against her. Their essence melded perfectly and after a moment, as though his throbbing member couldn’t take it anymore, he inserted himself inside of her, causing Shelly to scream out loud with surprise. After the shock wore off and the feelings started to culminate, Shelly moaned and arched her back as Bronx eased himself in and out of her. She placed her hands on his shoulders to get better leverage, while his hands curved around her hips, helping to guide her. Shelly was impressed with how easily the two of them melded and for a long moment, she enjoyed the feel of him inside of her, filling her completely.
After a moment though, she felt Bronx stop, so that Troy could bend her over slightly and ease his own arrow of love right between the cheeks of her buttocks.
“Oh God!” She exclaimed, but after a split moment of discomfort, the potential exaltation of what the two of them were doing to her revealed itself to her.
She giggled, focusing on how all three of them felt surrounding her. Now, with Bronx in the front, Troy in the back and Dustin continuing to ensure every inch of her body was covered in warmth and caresses, Shelly really didn’t want the intimacy to end.
While Dustin stayed steady in his movements, Troy and Bronx stood up, sandwiching her between them and started to slowly work in and out of her at different times. When one thrust coming in, the other was pulling out, giving her an indescribable, fluid example of their enthusiasm to please her.
“Oh God!” She yelled, now completely able to control herself as the two of them cautiously quickened their pace. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed without shame as the climatic gush of pure euphoria built up inside of her, ready to explode.
Yet, not wanting the feeling to end, she willed herself to hold out from the epic moment of enlightenment. At once, she heard Bronx groan at the same moment she felt his ferocious seed spill into her, filling all of her with a completeness that she had never known before. Moments later, she felt one last, hard, quick thrust into her from behind before Troy’s love juices also shot into her, causing her to scream.
After the two of them had finished, it only took a few fiery lunges to catapult Shelly into sexual oblivion. With a scream and a blinding force of tremendous passion, Shelly came, wildly and ambitiously. Her breath completely taken from her now, Shelly’s heart was beating so quickly she was sure that it was going to fling itself right out of her chest, but that didn’t matter to her now.
In that moment, nothing mattered, except for the waterfall of emotions that were overtaking her. Shelly felt everything and nothing at the same time. Her needs were both infinite and enormously satisfied. During that volatile moment of absolute vulnerability, Shelly felt uniquely perfect, as though she had found the purpose of which she could base her entire life.
After the moment passed however, the wondrous sensations did not cease right way. Instead, she felt herself convulse around the men as a tickle deep within her womanliness caused her to giggle.
When the two men carefully pulled out, Dustin also pulled his hands back, so that the they all could rest and recover. Each of them piled onto the couch, exhausted.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Shelly explained after the four of them had some time to calm down and regain some strength. Shelly now lay, strewn amidst the men who had shown her a completely new aspect of life, feeling a sense of jubilation that she hoped would never end.
“What do you mean?” Troy asked, seeming somewhat alarmed. “With us?”
Shelly looked surprised. “Oh…God no. Not with you. I never want to stop being with you.” She simpered and gave a small laugh, surprised at her candor, even now after everything they had done together.
“Then what?” His eyes narrowed carefully as he tried to focus on what she was trying to tell them.
“My life!” She explained, looking to each of the men. “All I have ever tried to do was make my parents proud, run the ranch and keep their memory alive, but in all that time, I was never really living.” She paused as the realization truly struck her. After contemplating what she truly wanted, she gained the courage to explain to them what she was thinking. “What would you say if I told you three that I would like to join you. I would liquidate the ranch and go on the run…” She beamed with the thought of having true adventures, in addition to having similar sexual experiences as the one she had with the men tonight, whenever she wanted. “What if I told you that I wanted to become an outlaw?”
Knowing that it was Troy who made all of the decisions, her eyes rested on him, peering deeply into his gaze and trying to urge him in her preferred direction.
It seemed to take an eternity for him to answer, but when he spoke, his eyes sparkled and even before he said a word, she grew giddy at his answer. “Well, I guess I would have to ask you what took you so long to make that decision.”
“Really?” She exclaimed as her eyes gleamed with excitement.
Troy made a submissive gesture in a teasing manner and gave a simple answer. “Well, it’s your funeral.”
Ironically enough, after all of her fears over death, it took finally having the courage to put it out of its misery, after all those terrible years, was exactly what she needed to start her life anew.
Story 3
Chapter 1
I had been looking forward to the night I decided to give myself to my boyfriend for weeks, planning every detail, picking out just the right negligee in
his favorite color, feeding him his favorite food with my mouth as we made love. Josh and I were high school sweethearts and my perfect night with him needed to be a surprise. Little did I know, the surprise was going to be on me.
I dressed in the new negligee I bought, a light blue piece with lace hugging my curves in just the right places. The only other things on my body were matching heels and a black trench coat. I snuck into his apartment earlier that day, hiding frozen fruit in the freezer. The night was going to be perfect. When I got there, I used my key to sneak in expecting to hear his basketball bouncing off the wall or a video game being played. Moans from a female voice never entered my mind until I got closer to his room.
I pushed on the partially open door and watched Susan grinding her pelvis back and forth on Josh’s cock. Her head was back allowing her long red hair to touch his thighs. Her hands braced her body over his knees as she arched her back, and her breasts moved like jello as she moved back and forth. I actually anticipated how long it would be before he got her to orgasm by the way she was panting. Before he discovered me standing there with my coat undone and hanging open, I figured it would only have been a few more minutes.
I remember the look on his face as he shoved her off him and grabbed the blanket to cover himself. I remember how annoyed Susan looked without a shred of remorse, until later of course.
She begged for my forgiveness saying she got caught up in the moment but I knew better. They had been fucking for a few weeks before I caught them. Josh wouldn’t even look at me. He broke it off against my wishes saying how unworthy he was of me.
I giggled and looked over at Camille as she wrapped her beautifully manicured dark brown fingers around her coffee cup. “I still masturbate to that memory.”
“It doesn’t bother you that he cheated on you with your best friend?”
“It should have, I know.” I leaned toward her and whispered, “but actually, it makes me very horny. I’m more angry that he broke up with me, pathetic pansy.”
“How long ago did this all happen?”
“It was toward the end of my senior year.”
“And how old are you now?”
“Nineteen.”
“I thought so. I remember when you started working here a few months ago. I have to say, if you were gay, I’d have been all up in your business. I had to ask someone if you were an intern or one of the guy's daughters playing around in the office. I still can’t believe you are so young and already up in the corporate offices.”
“Well, I’m still just a receptionist, but I see good things popping up for me here.”
I glanced at the table next to us and caught Mr. Thompson soaking in our every word. I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me.
Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes.
“If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?”
“I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual. As soon as she moved away, Mr. Thompson was in full view, his eyes still glued to mine. It gave me a flutter in my stomach that fed down between my legs.
I secretly begged for him to say something to me, proposition me, give me something to go on, but he stood up and walked out of the lunchroom and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
I lay in my bed that night with not a stitch of clothing on, my fingers in between my legs stroking myself to the way Susan’s hair cascaded down to my boyfriend’s thighs, small gasps escaping her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her. His large hands webbed around her waist as he directed her up and down. I pushed my fingers inside me and fingered myself to orgasm wondering how loud she would have came.
I often wondered if waiting so long was a good idea. I felt like I missed out. Laying there with the feel of my cool sheets on my naked body, I smiled at the way Mr. Thompson looked at me in the lunchroom at work earlier. There were definite sparks,and the idea of a man like that being my first was enough reason I was happy I waited.
Chapter 2
I looked forward to going to work the next morning, dressing a little more provocatively than I was usedto. My dress was still quite conservative, but my first pair of thongs made me feel dangerous and sexy. When I didn’t get to run into Mr. Thomson, the day proved to be disappointing. The next few days after that were much the same and I was beginning to think that maybe I misread the looks he gave me in the lunch room.
An email from corporate came through asking me to work late on a project that had fallen behind. Of course I agreed, loving the overtime money and I met with some of the department heads about the details.
“Mr. Thompson is still out of town on business and isn’t expected to be back in until tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, he took half his department with him, so there is no one to finish up the details on the Furlong contracts.”
It was good to know why he was avoiding me and I sat up a little taller.
“I’m familiar with it. I helped negotiate when they first came to us,” I said, confident I could produce results.
“Very good. The files are on top of Mr. Thompson’s file cabinet in the corner. If you have any questions, I will have my phone with me all evening.”
By the end of the day, I was tired but excited to be working with something that pertained directly to Mr. Thompson. I have only been in his office a handful of times,and it was only for brief moments, but each time I felt its power. The large dark furniture and wide open window overlooking the city always did something to me.
By the time I had the opportunity to go to the top floor where Mr. Thompson’s office was, it was pushing six thirty. The entire floor was quiet,and only a few lights were still on from the few people who were way too dedicated to their jobs. I walked in through his door,and the smell of leather wafted into my senses. I inhaled deeply, looking around the large office. My body was already responding to the professional feel of the room as I switched on a desk lamp and closed the door. I pulled the blinds open and marveled over the sun carefully inching down over the city.
I grabbed the files that were stacked on the cabinet and walked to the small conference table on a far wall. Thinking twice about it, I eyeballed his desk and smirked. I walked to his desk and set the files on the clean surface. His office was as neat as it could be with everything in its place. I stood between his large desk and the leather chair behind me, lifted my dress to my waist and sat down. The cool leather on my bare bottom felt sexy. I wiggled my ass around feeling an arousal deep within. I ran my fingers along the side of the desk imagining his chest leaning against it as he worked. I wondered how many women he fucked on the top of this desk as I ran my hand along the surface.
Picking my leg up, I hooked my knee around the arm of the chair and opened my legs. I pulled my thong to the side and leaned my head back allowing the cool conditioned air to hit my bare pussy. My fingers maneuvered down over my breasts as my nipples hardened at the thought of being exposed like I was. I cascaded them down my stomach and across my pussy, now excited with arousal. They played around the outside teasing my clit as it swelled and craved more touch. My breathing intensified when my arousal swirled inside me with a lazy cloud of pleasure. I leaned back and arched my back away from the seat, turning my head so the cool leather touched my cheek, my fingers sliding inside me and my thumb twirling around my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth on the chair waiting for my orgasm to surround me when the door opened.
I jumped forward, able to correct my posture and throw a file open before someone walked inside. I buried my eyes into the material in front of me expecting to see a cleaning person with supplies in hand. When I noticed it was Mr. Thompson, I froze.
This was my opportunity. Finally, after all these weeks of working there, I had what I wanted right in front of me, and I couldn’t seem to utter a word. My panties were still pulled to the side, and my dress was still up to my waist, even though it was covering most of my incriminating parts.
“Miss Jenkins,” he said without surprise. “I trust you are working hard on the Furlong contracts?”
“Yes, sir,” I squeaked, tucking my dress down underneath me. I grabbed a pen and put it to my mouth, smelling myself on my fingers.
“Do you mind?” he asked, casting an open hand toward me.
“Sir?”
“May I sit at my desk?”
I jumped up and shook my hips from side to side as my dress fell into position. I stood on the side of him as he looked at the files with no changes to the paperwork.
“I suppose there would have been some actual work done here if you hadn’t have been playing with yourself at my desk, am I right?”
When he turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes, I should have been embarrassed. I should have wanted to shrink out of sight, but the mere thought that he caught me fueled me.
“I suppose you’re right, but look at this office. Can you blame a woman for wanting such luxury against her bare skin?”
“I suppose not.”
“I guess I just got lost in thought.”
“Oh?”
He stood up very close to me and towered over me. He smelled so fucking good I wanted to push him down in his chair and straddle him.
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