Bobbie raised herself up from the desk. It was then I noticed that her tits didn’t sag and actually looked even larger than before. I dropped to my knees, licking around them and sucking on her nipples. Within seconds she was moaning again, begging me to fuck her.
I moved over to my chair so I could sit down and rest for a second. Bobbie crossed her arms in front of her and drew the dress up over her head. She looked so damn sexy standing there in black stockings and a garter belt. I stroked my hard cock, teasing her to come have a seat. She smiled and slowly walked around my desk. With a finger in her mouth, she slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. Her velvety cunt felt hot and tight on my prick, like a warm, wet rubber glove. It was a perfect fit.
Bobbie’s pussy enveloped my eight-inch dick. She began grinding and riding my cock while I wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned back, humping me like a cowgirl breaking a wild stallion. Her head thrown back, Bobbie’s hair was flying about wildly. This cowboy leaned forward and began sucking her large bouncing tits.
At this rate, neither one of us was going to last much longer. I slid my hands down to her beautiful round butt and slowly stuck a finger up her asshole. With her constant pounding up and down on my cock, my finger slipped up there as easy as could be.
Bobbie was at the brink of coming, her tits pounding against my chest. Then it happened: She unloaded her come all over my cock and down my legs. I laid her down on the floor and began fucking her like a madman. With her legs up around my shoulders, I emptied my swollen balls into her pussy. I got on my knees and started sucking my juices out of her freshly fucked cunt. She let out a high-pitched scream and came again.
Ever since that happened, we’ve been fucking regularly at my place. Bobbie has even promised to bring a coworker by to join us, too. But that’ll be another story for another day. For the time being, I know what it means to say “I gave at the office.”
—J.P., Houston, Texas
Naughty Bedside Manner
I’m a forty-four-year-old hospital veteran who has limited experience with casual sex. Working in the emergency room can definitely curtail one’s interest in random humping, because you see just about every STD and their resulting effects. That’s why what happened last month is so unusual for me.
She had to be one of the ten most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had silken brown hair cascading down narrow shoulders, deep green eyes, and a body so well-made most women would hate her on sight. Her tan was rich and brown with only three well-placed triangles of creamy white.
Her name was Sheri. She had fallen while Rollerblading and had an abrasion and a sprained elbow. After I had cleaned her arm and wrapped her elbow, she asked me how a man could have such soft hands. I blushed, which she seemed to find endearing.
When she was about to leave she told me, “I like a strong man with gentle hands. I’ll give you my number and we can get together if you like.” I called her a few days later and she invited me over to her place.
When I got there she answered the door in a yellow string bikini. It was so tiny I thought I’d lose my mind. Sheri just smiled and said, “I was out back in the pool and I lost track of time.”
She offered me a seat and said that she’d go and change. I was hypnotized by her ass bouncing in that tiny string bikini and I noticed myself growing very hard. “You know,” she said, turning in the doorway, “I’m not really in the mood to play the dating game. Why don’t we cut the bullshit and just stay here and fuck?”
I should have come up with some clever line but the best I could muster was, “If you feel we should…”
My mind was screaming at me for the blunder. I figured she was thinking I was some dolt when she turned to me and tugged at her little yellow top. She asked if I was dating anyone when the bikini top hit the floor. Her pert, perfect breasts came into view and I almost had a cow.
Her nipples were small, light pink, and already pebbled and stiff. By this time my hard-on was starting to make me squirm. “I usually don’t see patients on a personal basis, but since you’re all well now…” My voice trailed off. Then she started slipping off her bikini bottom as well.
As I stood there she came into my arms and kissed me. I felt her hands traveling down my back and shoulders as my own slid up her flanks and around to her back. She reached in between us to unfasten my pants at about the same time my hands reached her glorious tush.
I pressed my belly against hers as my pants headed toward the floor. Bringing her closer I could feel her moist warmth through my shorts. “Let’s get rid of all these clothes of yours before we tear right through ’em,” was her most welcome suggestion.
We broke apart just long enough for me to drop my clothes. When we made contact again it was her tongue touching the underside of my dick. I almost passed out from ecstasy as she went up and down my penis with her lips and tongue, making little circles around the head.
She was using all the muscles in her throat to milk my dick. I had never been with a woman who knew how to do that and it almost made me come immediately. Out of desperation (and to avoid embarrassing myself), I brought her up and kissed her long and sweet. “Easy, lovely one,” I said.
I slowly worked my way down her throat until I reached her breasts. As I was kissing my way around her body, she was exploring my back and my shoulders with her hands. I have a few scars there that suddenly became very sensitive and surprisingly pleasurable places to have touched.
Inching my way down her body with my tongue, I could smell her sweet womanly scent. As I arrived at that most pleasant of all destinations I became drunk with lust. When I first tasted her salty wetness, I knew the power of pure passion.
I wandered from her tasty cleft down the insides of her soft creamy thighs. Slowly licking and nibbling her flesh, I worked back to her delicious cunt. I tasted the outer portals before sliding my tongue deeply along her ridge to her clitoris.
When I touched her clit she pulled her legs up to her sides in order to give me full access. Her cunt was open, wet, and throbbing. I licked from her anus across her perineum, back and forth a dozen times. Sheri moaned for me to finish what I had started. I went back to her clit and quick-licked the little pink nub until she started twisting and squirming under my lips.
I put two fingers into her vagina and curled them so I could stroke the sensitive upper area of her inner pussy. She began to purr and soon came intensely. Her pussy muscles clenched and held my fingers so firmly I could barely move them.
Sheri pulled me up until we were face to face and started licking her pussy juice off my lips and chin. Reaching between us, she grabbed my dick and guided it into that wonderfully wet hole between her thighs. I started slowly moving in and around, building momentum. Soon we were melding our groins together and began fucking with fast, passionate movements.
Sheri whispered that she wanted me to give it to her from behind. I couldn’t think of anything better. I slowly rolled her over onto her belly and saw her white, heart-shaped ass. I parted her pretty cheeks. Her butt was glazed with her love-sauce and I eased my penis in up to the base.
Sheri shuddered and moaned how good it felt. I became bolder and started telling her what a good fucking she was going to get. “This is what you get for showing off in that skimpy yellow bikini,” I breathed into her ear.
Sheri was no stranger to dirty talk and began telling me how she purposely teased me, driving me over the edge. At that point she came long and hard with a loud vibrating moan and I felt her pussy tightening on my member. It blew my mind and my load simultaneously.
I slowly pulled my cock out and turned her over. Sheri lay on my stomach and embraced me. As we lay there she asked me if I always give such good outpatient care. I told her I’d be happy to provide my healing services any time she liked.
—S.G., San Diego, California
Hostess with Surprises
I recently had an unexpected encounter that I’d like to share with Forum. I’m an eighteen-year-old male who pl
ans on attending college next year. While exploring my options last fall, I had an opportunity to experience college life for a day at a big university.
I arrived on campus around eight o’clock in the morning. After the school’s orientation meeting, I waited in the administration building lounge for my student guide. While I was there, I noticed an attractive brunet entering the room. I was amazed by her stunning body.
After speaking with a college administrator, the brunet introduced herself as Cassie, my hostess for the day. She was dressed in a skintight maroon sweater that showed off the beautiful swells of her breasts. Her form-fitting jeans hugged her hips and shapely legs, beautifully displaying her sexy figure.
The gorgeous coed showed me around the campus before taking me to observe a class that had something to do with the major I was considering. After listening to the professor for nearly thirty minutes, Cassie’s hand squeezed my thigh. “I’ve got to get to my first class,” she said. She certainly captured my attention with that friendly gesture.
We took the bus to the main campus and entered the classroom. With more than a bit of curiosity, I looked around the room, watching the students while they took a quiz. Minutes later, I noticed that I was staring at Cassie’s well-rounded body.
Once the quiz was over, I followed Cassie out of the classroom, and we headed toward the dining commons. “You don’t mind if we get carry-out and take it back to my place, do you?” With our sack lunches in hand, we went to her dorm room. The moment we entered her apartment, Cassie’s lips found mine. She brought her lips to my ear. She whispered, “Lunch can wait. Come follow me.”
She led me to the bedroom, where I nervously sat on the edge of her bed. Cassie excused herself and returned a few minutes later wearing a lace-trimmed white satin teddy with a matching lace kimono. White stockings completed her outrageous outfit.
“A good hostess always has fun activities for her guests,” she said in a soft, sexy voice. Then she removed my shirt and began kissing my chest, working down to my stomach. Her soft hands ran over the bulge in my jeans. She unzipped them and rubbed her fingers over my hard-on.
Cassie dropped to her knees and wrapped a hand around my rod. Taking it between her lips, she licked around the head, poking her tongue into my slit. I moaned as her skillful tongue quickly brought me to the point of no return. I shot a hefty load of hot come into her mouth.
I stood up, pulling her with me, and gave her a kiss. My tongue traveled south down her neck and around to her ear. I sucked her tender earlobe as I moved the waist-length kimono off her shoulders. Taking her into my arms, I pushed her down onto the bed. My fingers made small circles around her breasts. Her nipples were erect and thrusting through the fabric of the teddy.
My thumbs snagged the spaghetti straps of her teddy and slid it down over her delicious breasts. With one hand, I began massaging them. My other hand moved down between her thighs and got slick from her dripping cunt.
I moved my fingers around her bush, feeling the wetness of her hole. “Baby, your pussy is dripping with dew,” I said. I slipped a finger onto her clitoris. My thumb teased her clit while my index finger slipped inside her moist hole. Cassie was overcome by pleasure and had an orgasm that sent her body trembling.
I sucked at one of her nipples and tenderly caressed her breasts while I fingered her. My hand moved across her legs and up and down her smooth thighs, each time moving closer to her pulsing pussy.
I dragged the teddy down her legs and threw it to the floor, kissing my way along her body. Her swollen breasts were left moist while I made my way to her love-tunnel.
This sensual journey carried me to her navel, which I lavished with kisses and tongue-strokes. Heading down her abdomen to the edge of her bush, I buried my face in her pussy while my tongue made wide, sweeping passes over her sweet clit.
I inserted two fingers into her gash as my thumb toyed with her clit. Pulling the moist digits out, I brought them to her mouth. Without hesitation, Cassie sucked them clean. She seemed pleased by the sweet taste of her pussy’s ambrosia.
Cassie wrapped her long legs around my waist as I climbed on top of her. I planted my engorged cock into her pussy, moving it slowly at first. We both savored every moment. My cock thrust deeper into her hole, driving her to intense orgasm as her love juices dripped out of her cunt.
“I want you to release your hot come in me,” she purred. After straddling my cock, she slowly lowered her voluptuous body onto mine. Her cunt was still eager for more. I could feel my cock swelling to an unbelievable size inside her pussy.
My hands traced the smooth skin of her face before dropping to massage her dangling, heaving tits. Suddenly the short bucking and grinding of her hips set me on fire. I watched in delight as Cassie’s fingers moved down to massage her hungry clit. Soon she increased the tempo of the fuck. She started rubbing her hands on my back, and I sank my cock deeper into her tunnel with every stroke. My fingers soon replaced hers, rubbing and caressing her love-button. Cassie climaxed again and threw her head back with a yelp of pleasure. At the same time, I shot my load deep inside her love-tunnel and let out loud groans of pleasure and endearment.
I cuddled in bed with Cassie most of the afternoon. She missed the rest of her afternoon classes, but she said that skipping class for some quality fucking was definitely worth the extra work she’d have to put in later.
Because of this experience, I’m planning on attending this big university next fall. I’m still in contact with Cassie, and now I’m going steady with this older lady. Hopefully, she’ll return to campus next year for some post-graduate studies. Maybe we’ll have an opportunity for a few tasty repeat performances between classes.
—K.M., Richmond, Virginia
Armored Truck Hump
About two years ago I had a job doing a local run for an armored truck company in southern Florida. For several months I worked with a young female partner, a part-time pharmacy student named Marsha who was twenty-nine years old and fifteen years my junior.
For the first couple of months she didn’t say too much, but after that she started to warm up to me. We’d talk about movies or music when our runs got boring, but she seemed pretty hesitant about letting me know anything concerning her personal life.
Most of the days we worked together I had a hard time keeping my mind on my duties, because Marsha looked so fine in her uniform. The really sexy thing about her outfit was that she always wore a skirt. When I asked her about that she replied, “Just because I have to work like a man doesn’t mean I have to look like one.” Well, I told her that nothing she could do would make her look like a man, and she just blushed.
One day I tried to find out a little more about her from some of the guys. They told me she used to be a cop in New York City. They said someone tried to stab her and she quit the force and headed south.
On our next run we got some Chinese food for lunch and ate together in the back of a strip mall parking lot. It was very intimate and Marsha was being more open with me than usual.
I asked her if the cop story I heard about her was true. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and unbuttoned her shirt a little bit. She lowered her bra and showed me the upper part of her right breast. There was a narrow one-inch scar right below her collarbone.
I tried to say something empathetic but I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her beautiful breasts. She left her shirt unbuttoned and took my hand. Her white, perfectly round breasts looked so touchable. Marsha brought my right hand up to her left boob. I began to gently lift it to feel its weight. I slid my hands under both breasts and started massaging them.
After a few minutes of this she put her lunch on the dash and told me she wanted to check something in the rear. She quickly buttoned up her shirt and opened the car door. I waited in the front of the truck with my dick throbbing, wondering what she was doing back there.
She banged on the glass and motioned for me to come to the back. I went around and she opened the door. She was tota
lly naked and flashed her bush, showing me the most precious cargo I’d ever seen!
Marsha’s body was stunning and seemed to glow in the darkness of the big truck. It was like we had entered another world. She gently pulled me to her and grabbed hold of my rock-hard cock. She opened her mouth and her tongue reached for mine.
As I held her I began to realize just what a sexy shape my coworker had. I let the door close and it became pitch dark. Her warm body pressed against mine and the smell of her cunt was driving me wild. While we kissed passionately Marsha ran her hands all over me.
She pulled away from me for a moment and the next sensation I felt was her mouth on my penis. She sucked it with energy, swallowing the length of it over and over. It was hard to keep standing through that and I almost fell over with the pleasure.
The sound of her sucking and the pulling sensation on my cock was bringing me to a climax, but I wanted to feel her pussy on my dick before I shot off. I laid her down on the floor and pulled up her legs. Marsha was writhing and the inside of the truck echoed her sexy coos and moans. I poised my prick at the opening of her cunt and rubbed it along her wet crease.
“Give it to me,” she gasped before I slowly slid my huge dick inside her. Her pussy was so tight and so wet that I had to hold back from coming. We fell into a slow and easy fuck rhythm. She felt like a warm, easy-flowing stream. She whispered that she wanted to come, and I felt her legs wrap tightly around my back.
I blew a load that I thought would never end while Marsha’s cries filled the armored car.
We fooled around on almost every run after that but eventually she moved on to a new assignment. I know I’ll never forget that first intimate time I made love to her.
—P.Z., Jacksonville, Florida
Best of Friends
I’m thirty-five years old and have been content with reading the titillating letters in Forum. I’ve never really been interested in commitment or having long-term affairs. But everything changed recently when my close friend Ella lost Greg, her husband of eight years, in a car accident. The three of us had been good friends for a long time, and the loss hit both of us pretty hard.
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