Night Vision Goggles
- Part 4
Tim made a slight change to his previous orders. He decided to ask Sadie if he could stake out the manager’s office from her apartment. He tactfully decided not to let the captain in on this little secret. Tim stood waiting uncomfortably at the front door, until Sadie opened it, standing in the lighted doorway in a transparent flowing lace gown, and matching white bra and panties, clearly visible underneath. She was breathtaking.
“Hi, Mrs. Ral…”
“Tim, come in,” she said happily. “The captain told me you’d be in the area,” she said, looking out her back window toward the hill."
“He told you?” Tim gasped.
“Why yes, he told me yesterday,” she said with a sly grin. “He told me to watch what I take off, and where I do it. I did watch, didn’t I?” she laughed. “Is that the night vision goggles he spoke of?”
“My God,” Tim gasped, thinking of all the implications. She knew he had been out on the hill, and she knew about the monocular.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing convulsively. The show she put on had been for his benefit, Tim thought wildly. What a sexy little bitch! He didn’t get her anything.
“Richard, my next door neighbor, told me. He also told me about your interest in me. I’m flattered. I’m almost old enough to be your mother,” she giggled.
“Never,” Tim gasped, looking over her slender, perfect body. She giggled again and looked down at her own body. She shook her head as if he’d been a naughty boy. She opened the fridge and handed him a beer. He drank half of it before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed too. As Sadie when back to the refrigerator and stood before the bright light from the interior, she wiggled her ass slightly, while choosing a flavor of yogurt. Tim was sweating now. His cock was as hard as a rock.
“Oh, did you want some?” she asked, first looking at the yogurt, then her own body.
“Oh yeah,” he said in hunger.
“What flavor?”
“Blonde,” he said, finishing off his bottle of beer. She giggled lightly and strode up to him. Her chiffon material flowed around her like wings. Suddenly, he was confronted by the object of his desires. There she stood, with her legs spread, her panties showing through the thin material, only inches before his knees.
Tim slammed the bottle down on the table and slid out of the chair. He sat on the floor, facing her delectable pussy. She took one step forward, forcing him back against the chair, and pressing her pussy against his face. He fought his way beneath the flimsy material and pressed his face against her crotch. He inhaled with a moan of desire.
“You like the little show I put on for you?” she whispered, now eating her yogurt in seeming unconcern.
“Oh yeah,” he growled. He grabbed her white panties and pulled them down. She had to lift one foot so he could pull them off. He mashed them into his hand and pressed them against his nose. Only afterwards did he look up at her delicious pussy.
“Yogurt is good for a pussy,” Sadie whispered. She opened her legs more and filled her pussy lips with a spoonful of yogurt. Tim watched it beginning to drip. He threw his mouth forward, opened it wide, and engulfed her tiny, almost lipless pussy. He was surprised that it fit entirely into his mouth. He liked that. He also liked the strawberry flavored yogurt, which he sucked from her delicious pussy.
“More?” Sadie asked brightly.
He nodded wordlessly. She parted the material of her gown and opened the lips of her pussy. She mashed the heaping spoonful of yogurt into her womanhood before it could slide off the spoon. Tim leaped forward and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He used his tongue to slide the yogurt around in her slit, before cleaning it back out again with sucking lips and a busy tongue.
This time Sadie reacted. She hunched slightly forward and moaned, as his tongue probed her cunt. Tim’s face was tipped back to reach her pussy. She lifted one foot and put it on the chair, behind his head. Suddenly her entire pussy was open for him. He hummed happily, while licking and sucking the thin-lipped pussy before him. It was a very sexy pussy, with just a small tuft of hair high above it, and completely hairless everywhere else. It was clean, beautiful, and delicious. Tim couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe he was actually eating one of he most beautiful pussies in the world, and that pussy belonged to his boss.
Not only was she a natural blonde, but she was skinny with a perfect body, and had the creamy complexion of a 15 year old. Tim rubbed his hands up and down her legs, while feasting on her moist slit. He moaned, licked and sucked, while breathing harshly through a nose filled with sweet pussy juice and yogurt.
Sadie was the hottest woman he’d ever known. She began moaning intensely. Holding his face tightly into her pussy, she rode it gently while moaning ever-louder. Sadie screamed lightly and stiffened, then hunched her spasming cunt against his eager mouth. She came time after time, while he eagerly sucked her pussy beneath her. She sighed and rubbed her breasts, then reluctantly backed away and dropped her foot to the floor. Tim briefly followed the retreating pussy with his mouth, then let it escape.
“Wonderful,” Sadie gasped. “Not as good as a woman could do, but wonderful all the same.”
Tim moaned and pushed his cock down into his pants with the heel of his hand. He was so horny, he could die.
“I imagine the same applies to Richard,” she said with a sly smile.
“Don’t tease,” he complained.
“I’m not. Follow me into the living room,” she whispered. Tim followed her to the same couch, and the same area where Sadie had been eaten by Wendy, just 15 hours before. He looked at the spot in wonder, while Sadie sat on the couch, pulled him close and undid his trousers.
Tim watched, shaking and gasping for breath. She seemed calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her anxiousness. She too was excited, probably because of the danger, the excitement of fucking one of her husbands men, right in his own living room.
“I want to sink that shaft into your sweet pussy,” he moaned. “I watched you yesterday and fantasized about it, while Richard was sucking my dick.”
“Did you?” she asked in sudden interest. “I was thinking about you out in the dark, while she ate my pussy. It was quite a turn-on.” …to be continued
Night Vision Goggles
- Part 5
Sadie slid his pants down. He stepped out of them as her hands went to his cock. She inspected it in great interest, then tentatively put her lips over the head. She sucked lightly, causing a great deal of pain and pleasure, in his passion-filled loins. He wanted to cum, right now in her mouth, but he also wanted to feel his cock penetrating her hot pussy. He wanted to feel her clutching pussy, clear up to the roots of his penis.
She bobbed on his cock with more assurance. As ridiculous as it seemed, Tim suspected that she had never sucked a dick before. The signs were there, her uncertainty, her tentative movements and experimentation. But how could that be? She was married and she was a goddess.
“Uhm,” she said as Tim’s cock filled her happy mouth. She looked up at him with her startling blue eyes and he almost came on the spot. He moaned and pushed her away. He saw the look of disappointment.
“I want to fuck you, fuck you hard,” he hissed, holding her mouth away from his cock. She stopped trying to recapture it, and sat back on the couch.
“You never did that before, did you?” he asked.
“No. It was wonderful, just like I knew it would be, the softness and the man smell. It’s wonderful.”
“But how? You’re married!” Tim gasped.
“We moved here so Cliff… my husband, could be close to Richard.”
Tim thought about this for a moment, then his eyes opened in sudden understanding.
“I’m not exactly straight myself,” she whispered, but everybody is so afraid of my husband, I couldn’t get laid if I had a millon dollar bill tied around my neck," she said in frustration. “I wanted to get fucked so badly, but I’ve been doing the lesbian thing, until tonight.”
“You will now,” Tim said, advancing on her. She smiled and rolled over until she rested on her knees. She let the upper half of her body relax on the couch, then turned to watch him approach. He bent to lick her pussy and ass, for a moment, then crawled up behind her. He cried out in excitement as his hard cock entered the buttery soft lips of her pussy, stretched them wide, then thrust it’s way up inside her steaming hot quivering womanhood. She sighed and closed her eyes, laying her face against the material of the cushion and biting her lips.
Tim pushed the flowing material out of the way and began pistoning away at her upturned pussy. She was hot, sexy, and beautiful. She was all any man… or woman, could want.
Tim held her small, boyish ass cheeks in his hands and rubbed them while fucking like crazy. His balls were hot and churning. Her pussy was even hotter and dripping with fluid. He slid easily in and out of her pussy. His hand explored her ass, back and ribs, while his cock maintained it’s plunging attack on her ass.
She gasped and withered beneath him. She thrust her pussy back to meet him, in time with his own thrusts. He bent until he could reach her small hanging breasts. Even with her ass under such a brutal attack, her breasts were so firm that they barely moved. Once again he realized that she was perfect.
“Oh fuck me, Tim, fuck me good,” she moaned beneath him. He realized that she had remembered his name. That was very flattering. Of course what she was giving him now was far more flattering than recognition. Her sweet pussy was very juicy. His entire pelvis and balls was coated with her slick juice.
“Oh yes,” she whined, screwing up her face in passion until it was nearly unrecognizable. He slapped the flesh of his hips, against the compact cheeks of her ass.
His cock was hot now, very hot. He could feel the head glowing, deep inside her. His balls were filling with a liquid fire that warned of an impending orgasm. Her own moans told him that she was even closer. Even as he noticed this she stiffened then screamed, bucking against his hips, and stiff meat inside her. She rotated her ass against his cock, sk$$$$$ng her pussy on the long fleshy rod and adding to the intensity of her orgasm. In a moment she collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
“I’m going to cum,” Tim murmured, pumping away even faster. She suddenly bounced up off the couch, turned and pushed him away. Tim nearly screamed in horror, but she did not plan on leaving him hanging. She wanted to suck him to an orgasm. She pushed him back on the floor and straddled his legs. Dropping the upper half of her body, she leaned forward, grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked for only a moment, before the explosion of cum filled it. She sucked eagerly, looking up at his passion-twisted face. She smiled happily as she sucked and drank, milking his cock for the precious fluids within. He withered helplessly while her mouth robbed him of his seed. It grunting and twitching he shot cum into her mouth, then he jerked impotently and stopped, to the disappointment of them both. She started to suck and bob on his cock again, but he squealed and pushed her away from his sensitive member.
“Stop,” he begged with his hand on her forehead. She gave him an evil smile, licked the head of his cock, then stood and allowed him off the floor.
“That was as good as I expected it to be,” she said, licking a smear of cum from her hand.
“My God, you are so perfect,” he said with a forlorned expression on his face.
“That’s not exactly what I expected you to say, but it’s close enough. A simple “you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” or “you taste delicious as a container for strawberry yogurt,” would suffice too.”
“Oh, they all apply,” Tim quickly agreed.
“You are so sweet,” she said enthusiastically.
“So are you. I had better get to work, or I’ll never catch that guy,” Tim said reluctantly.
“Clean up in the bathroom. I will be out in the hot tub. Yell if you need anything,” she said, leering as she passed.
“Or just come on out and slide into something,” she said, wiggling her ass on the way through the sliding glass doors. Tim moaned and covered his face. How could he be so stupid! He had just fucked the captain’s wife, and he was still in the house, while she was on the back porch naked. Few men fucked a cop’s wife, because cops carried guns. Even other cops weren’t stupid enough to do that, except for him.
“Buddy, you had better show up so I can get the fuck out of here,” he mumbled as he washed his cock and pulled on his pants. Tim only waited for four hours before the masked prowler came out of the manager’s office and slid around to the back of the building. Tim stood watching the doors of the apartments, so he immediately saw the manager approach apartment number 1G and enter stealthily. Tim gave a silent cry of triumph, as he laid the night vision monocular onto the table and started for the door. Sadie appeared at that moment in the arch between the kitchen and the living room. She paused, rubbing her eyes in the bright light. Her perfect tits filled out the transparent material, creating an insatiable desire in Tim the moment he saw them. Her sweet pussy showed with each step she took. Her long tanned legs, took turns sliding through the opening in her lace gown.
Tim came to a screeching halt with his hand on the door knob. His first impulse was to slam through the door and arrest the perpetrator. But his brain told him he would be stupid to mess up such a golden opportunity. As he licked his lips and surveyed Sadie’s nearly naked body, he slowly released the knob and stood with his hands at his sides. Other men merely fantasized about having a woman like Sadie. He was living it.
“Were you going somewhere?” Sadie asked in obvious disappointment.
“I… no, nowhere at all.” Tim said, falling back into the kitchen chair to watch the delicious naked blonde prance through the kitchen. “I have a feeling it will be a long, long time before I catch this guy,” he said with a smile.
Sadie came over to him and straddled his legs. She sat on his lap and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
“Good,” she sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder. -
END
The Dentist
- Part 1
“Who’s next, Sunnie?”
“A Mrs. Page, she’s a new patient,” Sunnie Muren said, then glanced at the clock. “She comes in at 2:00 o’clock, doctor.”
“So?” Doctor Jim Hyde said as he tossed his used dental tools into the stainless steal sink. They would be sterilized in the autoclave later. He washed his hands and turned to face his assistant.
“I leave at noon today, did you forget?”
“Yes, I did. See if she minds not having a female nurse present. Most don’t care one way or the other.”
“They obviously don’t know you,” Sunnie giggled.
“True. Give her a call now.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sunnie said, picking up the phone.
“She doesn’t mind. And get this,” Sunnie said with a twisted smile, “she wants to be sedated.”
“I don’t think that’s wise.”
“Normally I’d heartily agree, but I remember her, I talked to her before. She wouldn’t even make an appointment until I told her you have sedation on hand.”
“Well I’m not exactly a sex maniac, I can get all I need from conscious women.”
“You certainly do. It’s a good thing that you take home a doctor’s salary, otherwise you couldn’t afford them.”
“Hey, I don’t pay for it.”
“The hell you don’t. I paid the bills for that redhead you dated, Miss Baylor.”
“What bills?”
“Taxi, dinner at Andre’s seven night in a row, a charity dinner at the playhouse for 100 dollars per plate… should I go on.”
“No, I get the picture. But I’m worried about a general sedation, there should be three people present.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t get out of this. School play. I would recommend that your rape the hell out of this patient, then get sued. It would be cheaper than most of your dates.”
“Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“I’m going. Have fun,” Sunnie said, grabbing her purse and pushing through the glass door.
Dr. Hyde puttered around the office, checked the mail in the cluster of white boxes on the corner, then sat and read a golf magazine. He got up in disgust and began putting his dental instruments in the metal tray used in the autoclave. He twisted lever and turned on the machine. He turned and looked at his offices. He had three treatment rooms, no waiting. He could prep two patients and work on a third.
Also, Sunnie was more than qualified to do cleanings, so the three chairs were just what he needed. He was doing well. He was happy, Sunnie was happy, and the community was happy with the job he was doing. Of course it wasn’t hard, when he had such a memorable name as Dr. Hyde, and his only competition was Dr. Willoway, aka “the butcher”.
The last thing he wanted to do was mess up his happy life with a law suit.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, miss…”
“Mrs. Page, Anne Page. It’s nice to meet you,” she shook hands quickly. Dr. Hyde tried to shake off his astonishment and compose himself. Anne Page was one of the hottest blondes he had ever seen. She exemplified the word “cute”. She wore her hair lose, it cascaded down her back and shoulders and shimmered when she moved. She was wearing a thin summer dress of a chiffon type material, that came down to just above her knees. Her slender legs ended in black high heeled shoes. He was stunned.
“Sunnie said I could be sedated,” Anne said quietly. “I’m afraid of dentists,” she whispered.
“Me too. Do you want to be aware of your surroundings, or wake up when it’s through?” he asked, trying to sound casual. Half of his mind was screaming, “NO SEDATION”, the other half was equally loud in proclaiming “GO FOR IT”. He waited in horror, dreading the answer.
“I don’t want to feel a thing. Put me under and wake me when it’s over,” she said with a nervous smile.
“Ver… very well,” he stuttered.
“Is that a problem?”
“It’s risky, without an assistant to monitor your vital signs, but if you don’t mind, I can manage,” he said airily.
“Oh, wonderful,” she gushed, laying a hand on his arm. He tried to smile, while escorting her to the chair.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked, leaning her back in the chair and repositioning his light.
“Right here,” she pointed.
“That would be the right upper molar, either the second or third,” he said, looking closer.
“Please, can you sedate me now. I’m very frightened.”
“Sure,” He pulled the bottle of nitrous oxide closer, placed the mask over her face, and turned it on. She began to blink. He retrieved his stethoscope, parted the upper part of her blouse, and listened to her heart. When her eyes fluttered open he turned the gas up slightly. She was deeply sedated in seconds.
“Well,” Dr. Hyde said nervously. He looked up at the clock, then down at his patient, before turning quickly away. He took a paper bib and laid it over her chest, then retrieved his syringe which was prepared with pain killer. He hated to use it on a generally sedated patient, but it was better that way. In case she woke up, she would not be in pain. He hooked an aspirator to the corner of her mouth, opened it wide and began injecting sedative into the gums.
Dr. Hyde smoothed out the filling with his pick. He laid his tools on the tray and surveyed his work, before pressing the stethoscope to her chest. She was breathing slowly and easily. Her heart was strong, if a bit sluggish. He had taken a calculated risk and won. The patient was safe and happy. Now if the board never found out about his little breach of procedure with the general sedation…
Dr. Hyde watched the slow intake of breath. Her ample breasts rose and fell beneath the thin material of her dress. They looked soft and beautiful, he noticed, licking his lips. Hell, it wouldn’t hurt to look. She would be out for at least 15 more minutes, if he’d read her vitals correctly.
He went to the front door of his office and locked the front door. He took one last look around the rooms, and closed the door to Anne’s room.
“Well,” he muttered. “What now?” He wiped his hands on his pants and advanced toward the sleeping woman. Shaking, he reached out and touched Anne’s left breast. It was soft and pliable against his hand. Her flesh felt abnormally warm to his shaking fingers.
He grew suddenly afraid. If those lovely blue eyes flew open his cushy lifestyle would end in disaster. It just wasn’t worth it, he decided, withdrawing his hand.
He checked her heartbeat one more time, then went to the sink to retrieve a wet towel. He slowly wiped her sleeping face of saliva and blood. What an angel, he thought to himself. He cupped her chin in his hand and leaned down to kiss those cherry red lips. Her lips were marshmallow soft. Of course this was partially due to her relaxed state during sedation. All muscles turned soft when sedated. Still, it was a very memorable kiss, even if it was one-sided. He lifted his lips and turned to look down her sleeping body. He could almost see her nipples. He had an excellent view of her ample cleavage. She wore a lifting bra which did wonders for a woman’s figure.
Unable to resist the temptation, he lifted the material of her dress, then slid a thumb under her bra, pulling it up until he could see the wonderful pink nipple. It was abnormally large. The small pimple-like bumps around the nipple, betrayed the fact that she had children. He hadn’t been aware of that. Only breast feeding could give her such distinct features. Of course, if her husband had half a mind, he would be breast feeding on a regular basis.
“My God,” he whispered, then quickly looked back to her sleeping face. It was still asleep. He took his stethoscope and checked her heart once more. He watched the rise and fall of her breast. She was still well sedated. She had fifteen or twenty minutes of sleep left. He started to turn and leave the office, but his curiosity wouldn’t allow that. He just had to look. Any man who was a man, would have to look.
Dr. Hyde hurried down to the foot of the chair. His skin prickled on the back of his neck, he could feel a thousand eyes watching him. It was his imagination, of course, three were no windows in the office. Taking a deep breath, he reached down and folded back the hem of her dress. Folding it several more times reveled a silvery pair of slender panties which looked like they belonged to a fifteen year old girl. They hardly fit her, but it must have been the fashion. It was a thong, if he remembered right. Yes, that was it. It looked wonderful on her, but this one was pinched between the lips of her pussy. He looked for several minutes. His cock was raging hard, his hands shook like a schoolboy’s. He wanted to touch those dark, magnificent lips so badly. But he was so afraid. If he went that far…
“Mrs. Page you have a lovely pussy,” he half sang, and half mumbled, taking the tune from a beatles song and mangling it beyond all repair. He looked at her long slender legs, now fully revealed. She had the most amazing body he had ever seen, and as Sunnie had observed, he had seen many. Of course he didn’t fuck every woman he ever dated, but he did fuck most of them. None were even close to Anne.
“Oh shit, what am I doing?” he gasped, looking at the sweetest pair of legs on earth, which ended in an absolutely perfect blonde pussy. He leaned closer and inspected the wrinkled lips of her pussy. She was shaved, which left a dark area around her pussy. The only actual hair was far above it. He knew this was the fashion too, it allowed a woman to wear a bikini. He hesitated only a moment, before he reached out and lifted her thong out of her pussy. It looked delicious, and Dr. Hyde was a firm believer in eating pussy. It was the only form of foreplay he enjoyed. He wasn’t big on kissing, but he loved to eat a good pussy. And she certainly had a good one. He leaned closer and sniffed. …..to be continued
The Dentist
- Part 2
“Oh my God,” he whispered. Suddenly he remembered Sunnie’s words, and his conversation. He saw himself with his nose in a patient’s pussy, as if he was seeing it from outside of himself. What the hell was he doing? his mind screamed at him.
He pried open her pussy lips with his thumb and looked inside. There was half an inch between her clit and the top of her pussy. The pee hole was located between the clit, and the vulva itself. He had not noticed that before. Now that he thought of it, he had always believed that a woman peed from their clit, since it looked like a small cock.
Her aroma was delicious, exactly as it should be. It was all he would expect from the pussy of a healthy young woman.
He pried open her vulva and found it to be juicy. In fear he looked up at her face, then her slowly moving chest. She was still asleep, but turned on all the same. Was she having a wet dream? No, patients didn’t dream under heavy sedation. She must be unconsciously reacting to him.
Dr. Hyde sniffed again, then felt his lips being magnetically drawn to the glorious blonde pussy. The first contact was electrifying. He felt an electric shock through his lips, or maybe it was his imagination. He kissed them again. Her pussy was so warm. He sucked it gently, then opened her lips and licked her liberally. He half expected her to moan, but she didn’t. She didn’t move at all.
Dr. Hyde licked his lips in appreciation. He was shaking so badly that it was hard to hold her pussy open. He pushed the thong aside. It slid into the crevice between her leg and her body. He concentrate on her magnificent womanhood. God, what a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. He no longer asked himself what he was doing, or why, it was beyond his control. He would eat her sweet sleeping pussy and be thankful for the opportunity. Starting now.
He gently pried her legs open, spreading her knees, and laying one foot on the floor to make room for his body. He leaned on the hard cushion inside his dental chair and moved around until he was comfortable. Anne’s pussy was pressing against his nose.
He lunged forward and engulfed her pussy with his open mouth. She tasted so delicious. She must have taken a bath just before she arrived, or used a douche. Maybe she anticipated his breech of protocol. Maybe she didn’t mind, he thought, trying to assuage his conscience.
He slid his tongue up inside her and wiggled it. He then slid it in and out, tongue fucking her while sucking gently. He got a wonderful abundance of curiously flavored juices, which he savored, then swallowed. His eager tongue flashed through her sleeping pussy lips, finding every bit of sweet flavored moisture. He had eaten over a hundred women, but Anne was unique. She was sweet and flavorful, where other woman had been slimy and a bit fishy, in some cases. Anne was wonderful.
“Uhm, yes,” he heard her say in a sleepy voice. He licked her diligently for a moment, then remembered in horror that she shouldn’t be moaning. She should be sleeping. He jerked away in horror and looked up at her face. It was sleeping, but animated. She was licking her lips. Her closed eyes were fluttering rapidly.
Dr. Hyde pulled her thong back into place and closed her legs gently. He rolled down her dress and brushed it so it looked more natural. In haste, he bolted around the chair and hurried to the restroom. He closed the door and locked it, before dropping his pants. He took his penis in hand and began stroking it. He could still taste Anne’s unique flavor on is lips. He held his hand to his nose, sniffing Anne’s scent, where her pussy juice had run down it. He flailed at his cock with a desperate fist, with visions of Anne’s sweet pussy in his mind. He visualized her open legs and the dark skin around her pussy. He remembered the golden gleam of her crotch, in the harsh neon lights of his office. She somehow sunbathed nude, he realized, remembering the uniform area around her pussy, where not one tan line marred it’s heavenly surface.
Moaning in anticipation, he felt his ball churning with a liquid heat. He stiffened and moved faster as his orgasm neared. In sudden passion, he clamped his hand down around his cock, then jerked spasmasticaly as his cum began spurting from the end, and into the toilet. He gasped, trying not to shout, until his cock finally stilled and began to wilt. He pulled out a handful of paper towels, wet them and washed his cock. He pulled his pants back up and washed his hands, then hurried to the front door and unlocked it. A quick check of the parking lot showed only his car and Mrs. Page. He sighed in relief.
Whistling happily, he went back to the examination room, to see Anne feeling her pussy. She looked up in embarassment and closed her legs. Dr. Hyde could only watch in horror, waiting for the accusations.
“I’m sorry,” she said, coloring. “I made love to my husband just before I came here, and I can still feel the effects,” she whispered in embarassment.
Dr. Hyde nodded in relief, then his eyes bugged out as he remembered Anne’s strange taste. Now he knew why it tasted so strange. He grabbed his throat and turned quickly, running from the office. He made it back to the bathroom just in time. He vomited for several minutes. He stood, feeling miserable. The memory of her words made him begin vomiting all over again.
He finished, washed his face and took a drink of water. Trying to compose himself he returned.
“Are you alright?” she asked in concern.
“Oh sure, I’m fine. Just a touch of the flu.”
“I thought you were gay,” she said with a nervous laugh. “You ran out when I mentioned… well never mind. Do I need another appointment.”
“No, you’ve had quite enough,” he said, trying not to vomit again. She nodded, brushed her dress down and left with the click of her high heels echoing out of the building.
“I will never eat another pussy again,” he swore as he angrily tossed dental instruments into the stainless steal sink. “Never!” —–
The Security Guard
- Part 1
Amos slid a CD into his stereo and sat back while the machine ate, digested, and began to play. He tipped his chair back and balanced precariously, occasionally looking at the bank of video screens before him. Amos felt lucky, he had been hired as a security guard during the Christmas season, and management like the job he did so well, he was hired on a full time basis.
Yeah, right, he thought to himself. He was simply the +++en black dude, the only black employee in a store filled with 38 employees. He was certain that the only reason he was hired was because he was locked away in the small concrete office, where the average rich white guy couldn’t see him. Amos didn’t have to like it, to take home a substantial paycheck. He just listened to his music and checked out the sweet-assed tail wandering through the store. Theft? Sure, there was theft, the store was full of light fingered guys and girls, some were his acquaintances. Who cared? If they needed the shit, they could have it. He knew how it was. Of course if they threatened his sweet job, they were going down. He didn’t know them well enough to give up 800 per month and a 10 percent discount.
“Security, please keep an eye on isle 13,” a voice came from behind his head. He slammed the feet of his chair down on the floor and turned to press the intercom button.
“What’s up, Mikey?”
“Two guys with a sack. One is blocking while the other stuffs the bag. Get some video.”
“Ok.”
Amos didn’t like the manager, Michael B. Cox Jr. He had been a classmate back in ‘98. Now he was a manager? Who’s ass had he been kissing?"
Amos changed the view of the closest camera, while drumming on the desk with his left hand. He had to drop the camera to the limits of it’s range, before he caught a glimpse of the two thieves. He started the video and sat back watching. He was practically looking down into the bag from directly above. He got some really righteous video of the bag being stuffed to the breaking point.
“Got it,” Amos said slapping the button on the intercom.
“Ok, come on down and give me a hand,” Mike said as he left his own office, far above the store. Amos sprinted down the hallway and followed Mike down the stairs. They intercepted the two guys as they were leaving the store. One struggled, the other ran. Amos tackled him just outside of the store. His face hit the pavement. He heard murmured complaints from the gathering crowd.
“What the hell are you doing?” A fat man in a trenchcoat growled, about to reach for Amos.
Amos held the thieve’s hand behind his back as he stood and turned him toward the store.
“Touch me, you fat fuck, and I’ll break your fucking face. Get out of my way,” he growled to the crowd gathering before the door. Mike put tie-wrap around the second boy’s hands, then pushed both toward a bench near the front door. Gloria, a fine looking redhead, was scooping up the spilled, stolen loot. She had a great pair of legs, the kind you’d like to lick for hours. They were peaking out beneath a short store uniform skirt. She made the uniform look exquisite.
“Let me help,” Amos said, getting a good look at Gloria’s panties as he did. They gathered up the stolen items and handed the bag to Mike, who glowered at Amos. He had seen Amos looking under Gloria’s skirt, and he didn’t like it. He had personal interests in Gloria.
“Get a tape ready, in case the cops want it,” Mike growled.
“If the cops ask for it, I’ll get it ready. Otherwise I have better things to do,” Amos said, pushing by the sanctimonious asshole. He didn’t work for Michael B. Cox Jr., and he certainly didn’t take orders from him. He worked directly for upper management.
Sweating after his little workout, he stopped by the employee’s bathroom on the way back to the booth. He washed his hands and face, while thinking about Gloria’s cute little panties. He wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that stuff. She was a babe and a half. I fine piece of snatch. He pulled the keys out of his metal key chain and unlocked the door. It was a typical day.
Amos resumed his seat, popped the tape out of the vcr, and started to turn the camera back to it’s original position. He froze as he noticed Gloria appearing on camera. She began putting several of the stolen items back on the shelf, while he looked directly down her cleavage. If she would just open her blouse one more button, he could see her nipples. As it was, his cock was hard and throbbing, just from the slight view of those fabulous globes. She spoke to somebody off camera, nodded and waved, then disappeared.
Amos grabbed his cock through the material of his pants and held it, while moving the camera to capture Gloria again. She was moving too quickly. He stopped the camera and moaned, while holding his cock in a death grip. He was really turned on.
He quickly checked the screens until he saw a young girl going toward the changing rooms. He followed her for a moment, then realized that camera 2 would have a better view. He changed cameras, panning the camera left and down until it looked into the changing room.
The changing rooms were new. The old rooms were completely enclosed. But due to a massive amount of theft, the top and bottoms of the doors were now missing, so the clerk could watch people change, without actually seeing them naked. The planners had considered the cameras, and positioned them where they would not look down into the changing room and invade the privacy of it’s customers. They did not plan on the addition of full-length mirrors, added several months later. Through the mirror, Amos had a view of the girl as she stripped, naked from the knees up.
“Oh yes!” Amos screamed. He bounced in his chair, then pounded on the table in glee. She was a sweet young thing with fantastic tits, and a nice pelt of light brown hair above her pussy. As she bent over, she displayed a perfect ass to the mirror, and Amos almost fainted. He moaned in pent-up passion, holding his huge, throbbing cock in his hand. He needed some relief. He belatedly shoved a tape into the recorder and started recording the fantastic show. Eager for relief, he wished there was some way to get Gloria into the booth so he could fuck her eyes out. He couldn’t, that would take time and he didn’t have any. He needed relief now. That left only himself. He desperately dug his cock out of his pants, while watching the sweet young thing pull on a silvery thong. She followed it with a bra of the same color.
Amos pulled a box of kleenex close to him and began slowly stroking his huge cock. He couldn’t wait for that sweet whore to take off those underthings again. He could practically taste her sweet, white pussy. To his intense disappointment, she simply stepped back into her crude cotton underwear and slipped them on over the new stuff. In a moment she slid back into her dress, slipped on her shoes and came out to drop the spare underwear onto the nearby counter in unconcern. Two minutes later she was out of the store and gone with her stolen undies.
“Fuck,” Amos swore, still stroking his cock. It was throbbing in his hand. The head was huge and swollen, the veins throbbed on the side of his long piece of black meat. Lubricant escaped from the tiny hole in the end helping to lubricate his hand. He slowly slid his hand up and down over his cock, while he used the other hand to look for another girl. The best he could find was Brenda, sitting in a short (unofficial) store uniform which consisted of a light blue cotton blouse and a short black skirt (pants were optional). Brenda was the babe at the perfume counter, every store had one. She loved those short skirts, Amos thought as he panned in on her crossed legs. When her legs filled his view screen, up to mid- thigh, he left the camera focused on her legs while he stroked his cock.
The only sound in the quiet room was the liquid sound of his hand sliding up and down on his cock, and his harsh breathing. The smell of his own lubricant was discernable, but not overly strong. The fire in his balls was fantastic. The fire built to a hotter level, becoming unpleasant. He moaned, stroking faster until he felt himself coming. He grabbed a handful of kleenex and slapped it over the head of his cock, as it began spurting hot, thick cum into his hand.
He held his cock in a death-grip, as if he were trying to chock it. He gasped, hunching over his spurting cock until it grew less urgent. The spurts of cum slowed, then stopped. His cock continued to spasm for several seconds, before it stilled completely.
Amos balled up the kleenex and wiped the end of his cock. He stared to toss it into the waist basket, then thought better of it. He didn’t want the smell of cum to fill his booth when Ellen relieved him. Ellen was a huge white bitch with an attitude. She would squeal for hours, about every little thing. She was fat, about 45 years old, and really obnoxious. Amos was sure that she’d never been fucked more than once in her entire life, and she was married, which accounted for her one fuck. Every bitch got fucked on her honeymoon. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine her husband wanting a piece of that fat ass.
Amos washed up and got rid of the kleenex in the nearby bathroom. He took his time about getting back to his office. Three women stripped down to their underwear later that afternoon, but he didn’t really see anything. He’s seen underwear before. The store was full of it. He recorded them anyway, just for the hell of it. When he rerecorded the tape and cut out the crap, maybe he could slip in some quick clips of half naked women. It should be worth a lot of money, if sold on the internet. ….to be continued
The Security Guard
- Part 2
The cops didn’t show up during his watch. Good, some might remember him from previous misunderstandings. He labeled the tape and left it for Ellen’s watch.
Amos arrived early the next morning. He read a brief note from Ellen, saying an officer had picked up the tape. He balled up the note and tossed it into the trash. He noticed that Ellen had left her cellphone on the counter near the bank of vcr’s. He flipped it open and looked at it, then tossed it back on the shelf. It must be nice to be rich, he thought to himself. His girlfriend was a substitute school teacher. Between the two of them they barely made enough to survive. Ellen’s husband was a medical transcriptionist. She could afford all the phones she wanted.
His first unofficial act of the day was to change all security cameras to face the changing room. When he found three which wouldn’t show them, he repositioned them to view other interesting sights, such as one which showed an excellent view of Candy’s checkout counter, and her large, bouncy breasts, and two which could catch women as they waited in the checkout lanes, to view their cleavage. That left four cameras for the changing rooms. He focused each on the nearest changing room mirror, then took down a pile of old tapes and slapped them into the eraser/rewinder one at a time. Everything was ready. He fed his stereo another cd and sat back to watch. It was early, there wouldn’t be much action until around noon, and it would really pick up after school and work. Until then he could chill.
His first interesting bitch of the day was a middle-aged white woman in a red blouse. Her face looked pinched and too severe to be strikingly beautiful, but she was fine just the same. Her body was fucking perfect, absolutely perfect. She had a pair of black pants with a wide black belt. He perked up when he saw her hold a sexy blue teddy, then pick out a black sports bra and matching panties. He started the recorder long before she reached the dressing room. He willed her toward the first three changing room in a line of 5. The last two were out of range from the cameras. Through his will or her own, she chose number three.
Amos licked his lips and sat closer, as the door slammed shut behind her shapely ass. She turned, locked the door and actually looked up at the cameras. He froze, afraid that she would stop, but she didn’t. She began unbuttoning her red blouse, while watching her own reflection in the mirror. Her blouse came off in a dramatic flourish of red cloth. She was wearing a black bra beneath it. It was a nice bra, lined with black lace across the top. Amos’ own girlfriend had one just like it. He liked it because it showed a lot of tit when she bent forward.
He watched breathlessly as she reached behind her for the bra clasp. She was a little old for Amos, but she was so hot that it really didn’t matter. Her bra jumped off her chest, as the clasp came undone. She let it slide down her arms, giving Amos his first view of her fabulous breast.
“Oh, baby you are so fucking sweet,” he gasped, holding his cock through the material of his jeans. He adjusted the focus on the camera until it was just right, then sat back breathlessly waiting for the panties to come off. She grabbed the belt buckle, jerked it open, then unsnapped her pants. She forced them down with a brief struggle, then stood facing the mirror in her black panties. Amos knew this would look perfect on tape. He would make a fortune, with a few more women like her. Her breast were firm, they jiggled at each slight move of her body. As she bent forward to slide down her black panties, they hung out in front of her, just begging to be held. Then she stood and he had a perfect view of her naked beauty.
“Oh mama,” he moaned, kneading his cock in his pants. It was aching, begging for a hot, wet pussy to fuck. But once more there was none around. He needed to make arrangements, if he was to continue his new hobby. She had a perfect body, slender arms and legs, an ample chest, and full beautiful hips that begged to be held, as a hard cock was rammed up her ass. She had a small black pelt of hair above her pussy. As she stepped forward to retrieve the new panties, he saw the darker area around her pussy. The pussy itself had almost no pussy lips, it was small, almost girl-like. The ass was round and perfect.
Amos licked his lips and leaned closer. He was shaking now. His mouth was dry. He focused on her pussy until she pulled the new panties up and covered it. His attention moved to her tits. They jiggled so nicely when she moved. It was a shame to cover them in the black sports bra. She stood tall and turned this way and that, admiring her figure in the mirror. It was worth admiring. In fact it was perfect. Her husband was a lucky dude, Amos thought as he ogled her slender body. He watched breathlessly while she removed the new underwear and tried on the blue teddy. It was magnificent.
By the time that she changed back into her original clothes, and went up to the check-out counter, there was a wet spot on the front of Amos’ jeans. His balls were aching with pent-up, restrained passion. He wanted to get Gloria into the booth, but how? He was sure he could fuck her, if he could ever get her alone. She seemed cordial, innocent, and interested.
Amos used one of the spare cameras to search for Gloria. It was Friday, she sometimes took Friday off to take care of her invalid mother. To his disappointment, he discovered that she was nowhere in the store. Was there anyone else? No, the women were either hostile, vague, or nervous around him. He had no chance with them, at least not in one day. Maybe if he worked on one for a while…
Amos noticed movement toward the changing room. He slid over to look at the screen. It was a huge cow of a woman. She must go 300 or 400 pounds. He watched out of idle curiosity, but was actually relieved when she left the booth. No more of that shit, he decided. Over the next two hours fifteen people used the booths. The women never changed out of their underwear, and the men didn’t interest him.
“Come on,” he whispered, looking at the clock. It was 2:00 o’clock, three hours before quitting time. He wanted some action. Maybe he could take his tape home and screw Ruth, while watching it.
His wishes were suddenly fulfilled when two sweet young schoolgirls headed for booth number two, with an armload of clothing. Giggling and talking in an intimate fashion that only young women could get away with, they stripped one item of clothing at a time, then stood naked, admiring each other in the mirror as they talked of school, boys, or shopping.
Amos sat with his eyes glued to the screen. He couldn’t believe his luck. There they stood, stark naked in all their splendid, youthful glory, chatting away, while he sat ogling their heavenly nakedness at his ease.
“You sweet little bitches,” he growled, while digging his huge, throbbing cock out of his pants. “You sweet little fucking bitches,” he said, while stroking his enormous cock in his right hand. They went through three changes of underwear, while he watched breathlessly, stroking his penis in his hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!” The blast of Ellen’s voice made him suddenly aware of her presence, directly behind him. His cock began to wilt in fear. He would be canned, and kicked out in disgrace. He wouldn’t be able to work as a dog groomer, much less a security guard. There she was, standing beside him, looking down in scorn and disgust at the cock in his hand.
“Ah… personal inspection,” he mumbled.
“Say what?”
“My cock itched so I scratched it.”
“You lying fuck. You were watching those girls and jerking off.”
“So what? What the fuck do you want?” he asked in annoyance, shoving his cock back into his pants.
“You’re even recording them,” she screeched, slapping the off button on the vcr. He looked back at the screen and saw the blonde of the two slipping on a pair of panties. He felt his cock hardening, even under such extreme circumstances.
“Get the fuck out of here,” she screamed, standing so her body covered the screen.
“Fuck off, I don’t work for you. You get your own fat ass out of here. Now, before I kick it,” he yelled, leaping to his feet. By standing he forced her back against the counter. She looked a little surprised as he towered over her, glowering down at her face, then her breasts, which looked enormous in the thin white cotton blouse. He’s never seen her out of uniform before. She was pudgy around the waist, and sort of ugly, but those tits were fantastic, especially when he was as horny as he was now. Once again he looked at the young girls over her shoulder. The black haired girl was bent over, pulling on her panties, while the blonde finished snapping a bra and turning it around so the snaps were on the back. They were hot little bitches, but if he couldn’t have them, what about having Ellen? He felt a little sick as he thought of it, but his cock was hard, demanding attention.
He leaned forward until his chest touched her’s, the bulge of his cock slid up to touch her pelvis. She looked down in surprise. …….to be continued
The Security Guard
- Part 3
“Wh… what are you doing?” she asked, a little fearfully.
“When’s the last time you had a good fuck, Ellen?”
“I… none of your business,” she said defensively.
“Maybe not, but I can give you one now.”
“Why would you do that? You don’t even like me.”
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you,” Amos said, placing his hands on her enormous breasts. She shuddered under his touch, but didn’t scream or struggle to escape. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned slightly against him. He unbuttoned her blouse with shaking hands and pulled it open. He was amazed to see that she was wearing a man’s t-shirt. He gave her closed eyes a skeptical look, then pulled the t-shirt up and over her head. She was not exactly a supermodel, but he had nothing else at hand to fuck, except his own hand. Ellen was better than his hand, barely.
He cupped her mellon-like breasts in his hands and kneaded them while twisting her nipples with his thumbs. She melted, settling back to the counter, looking a lot like a big white female Buddha.
Suddenly her eyes flew open. She looked up at his face hopefully, then down at his crotch. Before he knew what was happening, her fumbling fingers yanked down his trowsers and his shorts with them. He was naked from the waist down. His huge cock thrust out before him like the tail of an ox. Her hands went to it immediately. She pushed him away and sank to her knees. Before he could stop her, her mouth engulfed the end of his cock, then half of it’s length disappeared down her throat. Amos was big, nearly 11 inches long and three inches thick. He was surprise to see so much of his cock disappear into a human mouth. He was big.
But she did swallow his huge cock and she seemed to enjoy it. Amos did too. He felt his knees melting as her buttery soft mouth slid back and forth on his cock. He stumbled back until the chair hit the back of his legs. He fell into the chair with a loud crash.
Ellen eagerly followed his swinging dick with an open mouth. The moment he settled into the chair, she leaped on his cock with her open mouth and swallowed him. It was just what he needed. He watched the two beautiful girls on the screen, while Ellen’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. He looked down occasionally, because he liked the contrast between her white hand, and light brown hair, against his own dark brown skin. She wasn’t his pick as an ideal mate, but damned she sure knew how to suck a dick. He felt his balls churning already, and she had only been going at it for 5 or 6 minutes. He normally lasted 15 or 20 at least, but he was about to explode in her mouth.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled, looking down at Ellen. She smiled up at him, while continuing his blowjob.
“Uh-huh,” she said eagerly.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, mindless of the other’s in the building, or the offices next door. “Oh, suck me, bitch,” he hissed, holding the back of her head down with both hands. He pushed her head up and down on his cock, feeling the fire building to the point of explosion.
“Oh fuck!” he screamed. His cock began spurting cum into Ellen’s eager mouth. She chocked for a moment, then sucked madly until she caught up. He felt spurt after spur shoot down his long, fleshy tube, into her warm lips. Sucking his cock like a straw, she ran her hand up and down it’s length, milking the last few drops of hot cum out to her waiting lips. She finally stopped and waited for him to quiet. His orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, gradually diminishing one small tremor at a time. He grew aware of Ellen, looking up and waiting, with her hot mouth still wrapped around his cock, sucking gently. He pulled her head up and looked her in the face.
“That was good, Ellen, real fucking good.”
“Thanks. Can you still fuck me?”
“Not yet, give me a few minutes to get hard again,” he said, now finding it hard to look her in the face. Despite all her talents, she was still one ugly bitch. He looked up at the security screen and found the girls gone. Too bad, and Ellen had turned off the tape, so he couldn’t watch them later.
What would Ruth say if she caught him with Ellen? Amos suddenly wondered. She would be pissed, real fucking pissed. Women were strange, they only wanted you to mess around with a woman who was better than them, it was a point of honor. Oh, she would still be pissed, and probably shoot his ass, but not as pissed as she would be if he fucked an ugly girl. He had to do whatever it took to keep Ellen quiet, even if it meant fucking her once a week for the rest of his life.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ellen asked hopefully. He knew what she meant, but he didn’t want her to touch him, until he grew horny again. A horny man would do anything. Any man could tell you that.
Suddenly he saw his salvation heading toward the changing rooms. It was a blonde holding a selection of bathing suits. Amos knew of no way to try on a bathing suit, without stripping. He reached up and adjusted the focus, while the woman turned and locked the door.
“That’s really sick,” Ellen said.
“Yeah, but it’s going to get you fucked,” he said in a distracted manner. He reached up and pressed the record button. Ellen heard the whir of the tape starting in the quiet room. She didn’t comment. She wanted to feel that hard cock sliding up her pussy, and if he had to watch women on camera to do so, she would wait silently.
“A man hasn’t fucked me for a long time,” Ellen said thoughtfully.
“I know,” he said absently, resting his chin against his hands on the counter.
“You knew I was bi-sexual?” she asked in surprise.
“No, I didn’t know that,” he blinked, looking around at her. “You mean you eat pussy?”
“Yeah. Don’t you?”
“No, fuck no,” he said in disgust. “I’m not going to lick that slimy thing.”
“It’s delicious,” she said, looking at the now naked blonde on the screen. “I’d eat her,” Ellen pointed at the blonde on the screen.
“If she let you.”
“She might, women have different standards than a man. I’ve eaten one girl in this store already,” she said enticingly.
“Gloria?”
“No, Candy,” she said with a frown. “I’ve never cornered Gloria, but I think she’d let me.
Amos hear his own thoughts echoed by her. What was it about Gloria that made people think she was easy? Even Mikey thought he had a chance with her and he was a dweeb. Amos suddenly realized that his cock was as hard as rock. Of course that was what Ellen intended with her conversation. But now she seemed distracted.
“When did you eat Candy?”
“Right here in this room, about two weeks ago, after the store closed,” she said, lifting her chin in defiance.
“Damned,” he said, looking at the monitor which viewed Candy’s cleavage from above.
“Are you ready?” Ellen asked suddenly. He looked down in his own lap to see his cock huge, straining to reach a pussy. It vibrated a little, in time with his heartbeat.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said. “How do you want it?”
“Bent over the desk,” she said, sliding her oversized levis down off her hips, belt and all. She turned and he was suddenly confronted by a huge pair of butt cheeks. Somehow, he found them to be extremely sexy. He normally didn’t like a fat ass, but as horny as he was now, they looked fine. He sank down to his knees behind her and kissed one fat butt cheek, while he kneaded her flesh in his hands. He paid a lot of attention to the right butt cheek first, then switched to the left. He was kissing the lower part of her butt cheek, when his eyes suddenly fell upon her small pussy, nestled snugly between two fat thighs. From his angle it was hairless, lipless, and inviting. Could he lick a pussy, he wondered? It didn’t smell bad, exactly. White guys did it, why not him?
Would a white pussy taste different from a black one? He pushed his face closer to her pussy and sniffed. She waited patently, not sure what was going on down in her ass, but patiently awaiting the hard cock he had promised her. The wait seemed long. She was shocked when she first felt the pair of lips touch her sensitive pussy. As his tongue tentatively probed her depths, she gasped and opened her legs. His tongue snaked into her pussy lips again, then his lips were glued to her pussy. He sucked and tongued her pussy with a vengeance.
Ellen had never expected this. She had talked to Amos before and knew he didn’t eat pussy. So why was she the lucky one? She didn’t know, but she certainly enjoyed being the first recipient of a good pussy eating. He was a little rough, but intuitive. His tongue seemed to strike all the right places. It probed everywhere, licked everything, and made her feel wonderful. Her ass was full of fire in no time.
As his mouth worked in her pussy, she looked up at the blonde on the tv screen and suddenly didn’t object to watching a sexy woman strip. Licking her lips in hunger, she watched the sweet ass of the woman as she bent over and stepped into her panties. She slipped on the bra, then redressed, all while Ellen receive a good eating, bent over the desk. She felt a great loss when Amos finally stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and inserted his cock into the entrance to her pussy. She stiffened and gasped when the huge piece of meat filled her opening. Even the dildos she used were not that big. And a real cock was very soft and very hot. She preferred a cock. …………….to be continued
The Security Guard
- Part 4
Amos was pleasantly surprised when his huge cock slid all the way into Ellen’s pussy. Not many women could take his cock, he admired the women who could. Ellen simply shifted her feet, widening her stance, as he began pounding away, his hips bouncing off her fat ass, setting them to jiggling in a somehow sexy manner which drove Amos crazy. He grabbed huge handfuls of fat ass cheeks and held on, while he plunged his cock up into her wet steaming hot pussy. It was the best fuck he’d ever had. He had been told that a fat woman was hotter and tighter that a normal woman. Now he knew it was true. Her pussy was extremely tight, grabbing his cock and holding it, as he pulled out. It was buttery soft and hot as hell, as was her ass against his hips.
Her figure was not exactly pleasant to look at. As she rested her stomach on the desk it spread at the sides making her look like a huge white frog. Her breast were more appealing, spreading out on either side of her body, the dark red nipples bouncing under his brutal attack. For some reason he thought of two bald men nodding, and the thought almost made him laugh out loud, which could have been disastrous. Few women liked to hear a man laugh while they were having sex, or when she stripped, for that matter.
Her pussy was really juicy now. He could feel her juices coating his cock, balls, and hips. A glistening layer of juice even covered her ass. He massaged the lubricant into her fat ass with both hands, while he pelted away at her pussy. It was wonderful, feeling a pussy engulf the full length of his shaft. His balls were smashing into her pussy, stimulating her clit with each slapping contact.
Ellen turned her head to the side and lay moaning. She jerked with each ramming attack of his penis. Her attention suddenly went to her huge breast. She pulled it to her lips and sucked, while bouncing on the desk.
“That is so fucking sexy,” Amos moaned. The smell of pussy was strong in the room and that too added to the sexiness of the situation. There were no sounds to distract them. He could hear nothing but the sound of them making love. Ellen’s harsh breathing joined his in the quiet room to create a confusion of echoes.
Although the air in the room was cool on their bodies, Ellen’s ass was hot and soft to the touch. Amos leaned forward, resting his chest against her soft back, while maintaining his ramming attack on her vagina.
It wouldn’t be long now, Amos thought. The fire was building in his loins again. Even after his fantastic blowjob, he would cum big. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his body. Ellen seemed calm and cool. Of course her body was lying on the cold surface of the desk, and Amos was doing all the work.
“I’m fucking coming,” he moaned suddenly. Ellen’s head came up off the desk. She had postponed her orgasm by thinking of other things, but maybe she had waited too long. In desperation she tried to reach behind her and stimulate her clit, but she couldn’t do it from the angle she was in. She lifted her right leg and pulled it up on the desk. Now she could reach her clit. She found her clit with three fingers and rotated them over it. The wet, mushy flesh of her pussy jiggled and rotated around her rapidly spinning fingers. Eager to cum when Amos did, she stirred her mushy pudding in desperation. She didn’t want to be left hanging, after all the wonderful experiences of the afternoon. That would spoil everything.
“Almost,” Amos panted behind her. “Almost there,” he repeated, slapping his cock against her wet pussy. He could feel her busy fingers working against his balls. He knew what she was doing, but it was too late to hold off. His orgasm had begun.
“Oh, fuck!” he screamed, stiffening with his cock held tightly against her pussy. His hips mashed her huge ass cheeks out of shape. Her fingers flew in her pussy, trying to bring forth her orgasm. She rubbed and rotated her ass against his hips, feeling his long piece of meat churning the butter inside her loins. She was so close, so damned close.
Ellen felt a movement at the entrance to her ass. She knew it wasn’t his cock, because she could feel it wilting inside her. Suddenly she felt a well-lubricate thumb being thrust into her ass hole. It was all she needed to achieve her orgasm.
Squealing and screaming, she hunched her pussy against him, while he patiently stood and waited for her to finish her orgasm. Even his semi-soft cock was larger than most men. She hunched her ass against him, feeling his cock wag and rotate inside her pussy. It was wonderful, blissful. She squealed, and grunted as her pussy spasmed, it clenched his softening cock in a firm grip and milked it. Some time later she lay panting on the desk, totally fulfilled. She moaned as he pulled his cock out and fell backwards into the chair. The sudden loss of his cock made her feel empty.
“I guess the old saying is true,” she gasped, pulling a package of wipies out of her purse. She handed on to Amos, while she cleaned her own ass and pussy.
“About black men being big?” he asked as he reached for his clothes.
“No, about any port in a storm. I knew you were taping girls, I’m the one who turned your tape off yesterday. You forgot it.”
“Fuck,” he said, remembering that she was right.
“Don’t worry, the cop didn’t notice. I left my phone here so I could come back and catch you. I’m just glad that it was my pussy you used, when you needed one. Are you planning on taping some more tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Amos said. “Unless you have some objection.”
“No, none at all. I will show up an hour early, in case you need a pussy again.”
“I will,” Amos laughed, grabbing her now clothed pussy, “I certainly will.” -
END
Nice story bro Sunny. Can create a book out for all the stories you has posted.
Hahaha…. steam steam on a sat morning.
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