Chapter 2: Funky Fettuccini
I love panties. I love full lacy briefs as well as teeny-weeny, almost nothing g-stings. I love cute patterned cotton as well as sheer materials that show as much as having nothing on at all. I love flirty little boy short undies too. I love the way the soft cotton, satin, silk or lace feels against my skin. The feeling of pulling on a fresh, clean pair always feels so good that sometimes I actually get a tiny shiver of excitement as they slide up my legs and snap snuggly into position. Sometimes I’ll take a ‘backup’ pair to work so halfway through the day I can have that ‘fresh pair’ feel twice in one day. I have a huge drawer full of every kind, color and style out there; I even have one crotchless pair (but have only worn them once).
But one of the best parts of wearing panties is taking them off. I know what you’re thinking, and no, I don’t mean at the end of the day, what I mean is taking them off at the most unpredictable times and in the most unpredictable places.
I’m not talking about not wearing any panties. No, that’s not the same thing. I’m talking about starting the day with them on and finding that perfect time and perfect place to blow your lovers mind by removing them right in front of him or making some sort of a private spectacle of it in a public place.
My husband used to love it when I occasionally went commando. He would hint, suggest or even beg me to go without. At first I didn’t understand it. But after reading a sidebar graph in Cosmo, I realized over 75% of men out there request the same thing of their wives and girlfriends. It dawned on me that it must be a huge turn-on. But just going without panties for the sake of being bare assed seemed boring to me. So I had an idea. I’d start with and end up without.
It can even be done with jeans. Simply slip into the powder room, remove them there then walk back out into the restaurant, club (or wherever) and present them to your man. In cases like that, the presentation is the fun part. I’ve been known to shoot them like a rubber band at him, or drop them on the table or even discretely slide them into his pants pocket. It all depends on where we are and who’s around. Every time we have dinner with the in-laws, I excuse myself only to return to slip the panties into my husband’s hand or into his pocket. I love how nervous it makes him.
One of my favorites was when I began my seductive move, my husband’s eyes began to pop and I dropped a huge pair of tan, satin granny-panties around my ankles. I flipped them up and tossed them at my man, with a wink of course. We both got a big laugh from the gag but ended up leaving the panties lying on the floor of the hotel we were staying in for someone to find…and wonder.
Let me tell you. If you haven’t tried it, you don’t know what you’re missing. It’s such a daring thing to do and just wait until your man sees you do it. If you’re like me and love to excite your man, then you’re in for a treat. So, if you have the right frame of mind, the right lover and the right opportunity, it will really spice things up!
Before I go too far, I need to back up a bit. I’m not a born exhibitionist or anything. I’m actually a conservative loan officer at a national bank. I love the big financial banking business game. But I guess you could also say I also love doing wild, unpredictable and spontaneous things in my private life. I wasn’t always this was but like I said, once I started and saw the result I don’t want to stop. Some of those spontaneous things I do for myself but the best ones I do for my husband. It seems like the more I do the more I like them. So maybe you could call me a developing ‘private exhibitionist’, if there is such a thing.
I’ll get back to the panties in a moment but I thought I should give some examples of things I’ve done for me…and him. Several years ago I noticed while thumbing through one of my husband’s men’s magazines and while watching adult movies that more and more of the girls were sporting completely bald pussies. At first I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to look like a pre-pubescent teenager down there but the more I was exposed to it, the more I liked it. It started looking really appealing.
Well, I wanted to try it. So I went out and had an extremely painful, but sexy, full “Virgin Brazilian Wax” on my lunch break. I walked around the rest of the day with only thigh high stockings and my pantiless, bare pussy hidden beneath a traditional business suit. It was such a turn on having that secret hiding under my clothes. As I walked the halls, I could feel the delicate satin lining of my suit skirt brushing against my extremely sensitive, waxed skin. Several times I went to the ladies room just to lift up the material so I could look at it and touch it. It looked fantastic and my skin was extremely soft, though temporarily a bit red from the trauma.
I was so horny by the time I got home; I completely jumped my husband’s bones the second he walked through the door. He was so turned on by the sight of his cock plunging in and out of my surprise bare pussy he came with an incredible intensity and with unusual speed. Our combined sexual energy was off the scales.
Another time, I took some very provocative pictures of myself completely waxed, completely naked, completely horny and in some completely revealing positions. There were even a couple with a battery operated buddy of mine completely buried in my pussy.
Just so you know neither my husband nor I have perfect physics. Seriously, if you saw me you’d see a tummy that’s less than flat, a rear with too much padding and thighs that could stand some time on a Stair Master. My breasts, well, I can’t complain about them one bit. Nevertheless, my husband makes me feel like a supermodel and in return I’m completely comfortable showing off for him. My flaws seem to disappear when he looks at me. All I feel is hot and sexy. I love it and I love him!
Yes, I was a bit worried someone might see the pictures if they might accidentally fell out of the case while he was in an important meeting. But I got over it and did it anyway. The reward would be worth the risk.
I placed them in a bright red envelope and hid them in the top pocket of his brief case. I was on pins and needles hoping and waiting for him to find them. I got so horny thinking about it, I slipped into the private executive bathroom and masturbated while fantasizing that he found them and they really turned him on.
You see, I love to masturbate. It’s really increased my responsiveness to sex and puts me in complete touch and control of my body. I do it at least three times a week. Small ones, big ones and everything in between, one way or another I always find the time. When I come across a great fantasy or something that gets me hot, I always exploit that opportunity and use the feeling as the catalyst for some quality alone time. For weeks after having my first Virgin Brazilian Wax, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.
My girlfriends ask me why I masturbate so much when I have such a fulfilling sex life but for me, one or two big “O’s” a week aren’t enough. Besides, the health benefits of frequent female orgasms are very well documented. The 10 year study at Queens University in Belfast that showed people who have regular and recurrent orgasms exhibit dramatically reduced stress levels, decreased signs of aging and increased lifespan was enough for me. I call it health and beauty with benefits!
So, when he didn’t find them the first day, I was tempted to mention it to him or give him a hint but decided not to. I channeled the pent up sexual energy the next day and once again, slipped into the private bathroom, fantasizing about him finding, looking at and enjoying my sexy and extremely naughty pictures.
Three days after I hid the pictures the phone rang while I was frantically putting a loan package together. “Commercial loan department, Kate speaking.”
“Um, hello Kate?” It was my husband. I froze with anticipation.
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“Well hello my sexy man,” I said trying to shift gears from professional adult to flirty wife.
“You know, I was digging though my briefcase and found this bright red envelope filled with some very interesting photos,” he said obviously happy about his discovery.
“Really, what were they of?” I asked faking ignorance.
“Holy cow Kate! You’re crazy!”
“Do you like them?”
“Like them? I love them! When did you do it? How long have they been in there?”
“Oh, a couple of weeks,” I said lying and playing it really cool. “Are you looking at them now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you horny?” I stretched out the word mimicking Austin Powers in a fake British accent.
He paused and lowered his voice, “Actually I am, I mean, how could I not be? Kate, these are some really, really hot pictures. I can’t believe it!”
I sighed real big and said nonchalantly, “Are you sure? They’re just boring pictures of your wife. You’ve seen her naked so many times I thought you wouldn’t even be fazed by them.”
“Are you kidding? I love your body. You know that. And yes, the more I look at them, the more I’m getting, well you know, I’m getting pretty hard over here. God Kate, these are incredible!”
“Listen to me carefully, we don’t have a lot of time,” I said in a serious but hushed tone. “I have a loan package to finish…”
“Ok, I’ll let you go. I’ll see you…” he interrupted.
I cut him off, “No, that’s not what I was saying. I need to go but I have a few minutes. I was saying listen to me carefully; I want to tell you something. So, close and lock your office door and spread the pictures out on your desk.”
“The door is already closed and I’m looking at the pictures.”
“Now, like I said, I need to go soon so listen carefully and follow my instructions.”
“Ok.”
“Unzip your fly and take out that beautiful cock of yours.” My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. I was as nervous as I was aroused.
“Kate, we can do this tonight…”
“Listen to me,” I cut him off and decided to add some encouragement. “You see that one of me spread eagle?”
“Yea.”
“That’s me waiting for you to come over and eat my hot, wet pussy. If you had been there, I would have begged you to lick and suck my baby-soft shaved cunt until you made me cum in your mouth,” I had to get this show on the road so I used the word ‘cunt’ as an added naughty bonus.
There was total silence at the other end of the line, “You see the one of me with the vibrator in my pussy?”
“Uh huh,” I could hear him swallow hard on the other end of the line.
“I came for you while I was doing that. I came real good, just like I want you to do right now.” Real slowly I repeated my instructions, almost pausing between my words, “So take your fucking cock out of your pants and jack it off for me right there in your office. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” he croaked, “I…I can do that.” I could tell by the tremor in his voice that he was extremely turned on. I was light headed with excitement thinking of what he was doing and knowing that I had gotten him to do it! My pictures had driven him to the point where he was actually going to stroke his cock right there in his office at my bidding. I had scored again and found yet another way to drive my man wild with desire. I loved the fact he couldn’t resist me.
“Are you doing it?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing?” I wanted to hear him say it.
“I’m doing what you asked.”
I kept completely silent but he got the point.
“Ok, I’m jacking it off just for you honey.” He paused and I remained quiet. “I’m pumping it with my hand.” His breathing sped up, “Oh yea, just like you asked.”
“Oh, that’s better.” I wasn’t going to play this fun little game alone, “Is your hand sliding back and forth on it?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to suck your cock right now don’t you?” I teased.
“Oh yes, yes, yes.”
“Imagine my mouth wrapped tightly around your cock sucking you until you cum,” I said trying to sound like what I imaged a phone-sex operator sounded like. “Are you getting close?”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled breathlessly.
“Then jack that cock off and cum in my open mouth. Imagine this, I’m kneeling down beneath your desk, mouth wide open waiting for your cum, begging for your cum, horny for your cum, hungry for your cum. Give it to me baby, I love watching you cum. I love seeing that warm, white cum squirt out of the tip of your cock just for me,” It was all the encouragement I could give at the moment but I knew it was enough. I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
“Oh fuck yea,” he barely uttered as he came right there in his office. “Oh, yea, oh, oh…” he whimpered with each spurt of orgasm.
“Ummm, yummy. What a big, beautiful load of hot, creamy cum. I love it when you cum.” Not only did I stroke his cock on a regular basis, at every opportunity I also stroked his sexual ego and always praised and fawned over his ejaculations. “That was nice, thank you baby.”
“I should be thanking you,” he croaked dry mouthed. “You’re the hottest women on the planet!”
“I know. Now, put the pictures away and don’t forget to zip your fly you dirty boy,” I teased. Then to give him something to think about, “Oh and tonight when you get home, let’s get the camera back out again. I have a naughty idea. Gotta go, love ya.” Click. I hurriedly hung up before he could say anything else and giggled to myself for job well done.
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Now, back to my original point; back to the panties. It was one of these spontaneous things that made me realize how sexy taking off my panties could be. Actually, the truth be known, it’s the excitement it gives my husband that’s the real turn on. I love driving him crazy with sex and I’m constantly searching for fun ways to surprise and arouse him.
My husband and I have been married for nine years. They have been nine of the most wonderful, fun-filled years of my life. We have so much fun working and playing together that the years seem to have flown by. We do everything together. I hear some of my friends complaining and lamenting their lives and marriages and I just don’t get it. My husband and I have grown so close that I consider him no only my lover but my best friend. When some of my friends whine, I feel sorry for them. I’ve found that marriage is give and take but as I listen to their tales of woe, all I hear is taking, rather than giving…from both sides. If they only knew how fun the giving part really was.
The discovery years were some of the most fun. My husband didn’t realize how adventurous I was since during our two years dating; I did a few crazy things but was, for the most part, pretty reserved compared to now. I wasn’t sure if he’d like it but he tells me every day how much he adores it. The more he encourages me and the more I see how horny it makes him, the more motivated I am to try new things.
Well, just wait until our tenth anniversary; I have something planned that will knock his socks off. He hasn’t seen anything yet! It’s going to be hard keeping the secret. As a matter of fact, I get so horny thinking about it, it gives me something really hot to imagine when I masturbate, but I digress. I’ll write about that next year.
Ok, now for the panty tale I have been hinting at. We’d been married about a year when we went out to eat at a pretty nice restaurant. Nothing to expensive but it had nice white table cloths, private booths and expensive wines.
I dared him to not wear any underwear. He hesitated at first but in the spirit of adventure and give and take, he agreed. He told me to be careful because unlike women, not wearing underwear could be really, really obvious if his penis got hard. I told him I would behave, but had other plans once we were out.
All night I had been teasing and flirting with him. It was so much fun and it was starting to take its toll. Before heading to the restaurant, we stopped into Victoria’s Secret so I could pick up some lingerie. While I shopped, I told him to pick out one thing he wanted to see me wear, “I’m going to buy some practical things but you pick out something really sexy. Oh and make sure it’s a sexy size 8.” I said with a wink as we parted company. I was hoping the act of sorting through sexy lingerie would add to his physical underwear-free discomfort.
I came out of the dressing room and found my husband milling around with a couple of items in hand. When he saw me he walked over and showed me what he picked out. It was a luxurious super short, regal-purple, spaghetti-strap, satin nightie. I held it up and smiled. “Ooo, good boy. That’s real nice. I like it.” I noticed the adjustable straps and thought that I would really shorten them up so my butt cheeks would peek out from under the nightie.
His second item was the tiniest pair of black g-string panties I had ever seen. The small triangle in the front was only one inch wide and about an inch and a half high. It was little more transparent than pantyhose material, if that’s possible. At the back junction, where the G-string met the “T”, was a small silver heart with small imitation diamonds in it. Then he pointed out the “feature” that appealed most to him. The panties had little silver clips built into each side of the thin elastic waist strap. He held the G-string in front of me and pressed the silver clips. “Plink,” the quick-release clips popped and the front of the panties fell open – as did my mouth.
“What do you think?” he asked with a proud smirk.
I grabbed them from his hands and looked at the tag. It said ‘G-Strip - The sexy quick release panty.’ “I love them but I’ve never heard of these before! Do they have more?”
My husband shrugged and led me over to the circular table where he found them. “They’re kind of expensive. See they’re $36 for one pair. But I thought they were cool. And considering you have that panty trick of yours, I thought you might like them. They seemed pretty neat to me.”
I loved them and bought one in black, red and satin-pearl white. It was expensive but how could I pass them up?
Items in hand, we headed to the checkout. There was only one cashier and the line was long. But I didn’t care. Instead, I decided to make the most of the time. I could see the outline of his semi-erect penis starting to form in his pants as I whispered extremely explicit sexual ideas into his ear while we stood in line.
“See that girl over there with the big tits?” I whispered.
“Yea, what about her?” he whispered back.
“Do you think she’s wearing any underwear?”
It was impossible to tell if she had panties on or not. Her large breasts were loosely secured by a flimsy integrated shelf-bra built into her dress that allowed them to swing freely.
“I don’t know,” he replied trying to not seem too interested.
“Oh come on, quit acting so demure. Can’t you tell? I thought all guys had built in underwear radar.”
“Well, mine’s on the fritz right now.” He studies the unsuspecting girl a bit more, “But she might be going commando…or maybe she’s wearing a ‘G-Strip.’”
“Yea, maybe she is,” I thought that was a clever comeback. “How’d you like to see me suck and lick her big tits? God those things are huge!”
He looked at me startled, “What the hell are you talking about Kate?”
“Oh come on, I’m just playing,” I giggled but kept teasing him. “So, do you think she’s a shaver or from the ‘big-bush league’?”
“Remember Kate, I don’t have on any underwear. I guess you don’t care if the whole store sees my boner.”
“Oh sorry,” I giggled not caring if anyone noticed. I leaned closer to his ear. “Look at her. What if I walked over there and pushed her back on that panty rack, raised her skirt and buried my face in her pussy, right here in the store. Do you think they’d kick us out?”
“I dare you.” He smiled back at me and then looked back at the innocent shopper. “Actually, I double-dog dare you!”
We both laughed, enjoying our game. “You know, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. I can’t believe I’m married to such a hottie!”
I backed up into him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass through his pants. I smiled to myself, loving my man.
At the restaurant, we slipped into our dark booth. Our eyes were starting to adjust to the low light when our waitress came by to take our order. We ordered a bottle of red wine and some great entrees.
Half way through dinner, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. My heart was racing and I was so excited thinking of what I was about to do. I lifted my short summer dress and removed my panties, pausing to rub the wispy, thin material all over my extremely wet crotch several times so he could really smell me on them and of course because it felt really good on my horny pussy. I was in heat and wanted him to know it.
“God this is so sexy,” I thought. I loved it! I laughed at myself. Tonight, I was really horny and was getting off on being a little bad and being a little bit slutty.
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I walked back into the dining room and discreetly tossed the wet panties onto the table in front of him. He reached out to picked up what he thought was a napkin or something, but when his hand came in contact with the silky material, it startled him. He looked at me questioningly. I said nothing, but rather bit my lip and gave him my most sexy wink.
As I sat down, I let my short dress fan out over the seat so my naked ass pressed into the cool vinyl. It was a very interesting feeling.
As he studied the tiny panties wadded in his palm, he drew in a deep breath and smiled a very mischievous grin that told me I had done a very naughty but very erotic thing that made him happy. He nonchalantly lifted the tiny piece of material to his nose and breathed in. It was a good thing I was sitting down because my knees went weak as I watched him take in the smell of my generously applied sex.
In my nervously, aroused state I fumbled my fork trying to take a bite of my food. It hit the floor next to the table. At the instant the fork flipped out of my hand, I had another idea. He started for it but I told him that I’d get it.
I slipped from the booth, looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was near and bent down, straight-legged, to pick up the fork. As I bent, I let my dress ride up exposing my naked ass to him. I stood back up, straightened my outfit and casually sat back down, placing the fork on the edge of the table waiting for a replacement.
My husband and I both were smiling ear-to-ear. We were so horny; it was hard to make it through our meal. “That was cute,” he said. Personally, I was ready to go home and fuck like animals, but I was enjoying our satisfyingly flirty sex play. Plus, we could make love at home any time we wanted. This was a different kind of fun.
I wanted to slip my hand down between my legs so badly and was thinking about doing so when the waitress came by. She replaced my fork and, by our lack of conversation with her, she could tell we wanted to be left alone and quickly walked away to serve other more demanding guests.
I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and let me hand slide down between my legs. “What are you doing Kate? Someone might see you. Let’s get out of here.” He knew what I was doing and leaned toward me for a closer look.
“Not yet,” I whispered back. “I’m still hungry. Besides, the table cloth is keeping me hidden,” I wasn’t really still hungry but the ideas were still flowing and I was having too much fun flirting with my man.
I ran my fingers up and down my juicy slit; you could hear the sounds of my wetness. I spread the juices all over my pussy. My finger found my clit again and I resumed stroking it, teasing it. My pussy was on fire! I decided to give this R-rated show a solid X-rating by lifting my knee and leg onto the padded seat to give him an open view of me stroking my pussy.
“Holy shit,” he said as he strained to see all he could while not revealing anything to anyone else in the restaurant. I removed my hand and slowly licked my fingers, savoring the flavor, more for his sake than mine. He looked around then back at me stunned and incredibly aroused.
With a concerned look on his face, he pointed to my crotch. I furrowed my brow and looked down to see what he was pointing at. It was immediately apparent, there was a big wet spot smeared on the vinyl seat between my legs.
I grinned and covered my mouth with my fingers, slightly embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows and silently mouthed the word, “Wow” at me.
“It’s why I’m not sitting on my dress,” I whispered.
“Good thinking,” he continued to grin.
He had seen it all before. He’d seen me naked a hundred times and seen me touch myself repeatedly, but still enjoyed the show again and again. It made me feel so good and so sexy that he liked seeing me any chance he could and I loved showing it to him. It wasn’t that he was seeing anything new; it was that he was seeing it in such a public place.
“You are such a sexy woman. How did I get so lucky?”
“You know, sometimes I wonder that too,” I smiled innocently. “I’m still hungry.”
“Well, you still have some Fettuccini Alfredo left.” He nodded toward my bowl.
“Ummm, the sauce isn’t that good. It’s kinda bland,” I bated him and he still wasn’t catching on.
“I’ll get the waitress to…”
My hints weren’t soaking in so I interrupted him with a more direct approach. “No, I have a better idea. Maybe you could help.” It had all led up to this. I looked around the room then leaned over the table, looked him dead in the eye and said as slowly and frankly as I could, “Cum on it,” then just stared at him.
His face lost all expression. “What?” he said genuinely surprised. After a few endless second he broke eye contact, “No. Come on, if you’re not going to finish your food, let’s just pay the bill and go.”
My eyes never drifted; I didn’t smile, I didn’t blink I didn’t flinch. Finally I said very slowly, “Honey, I don’t think you understood me. I said I want you to take that dick out of your pants, jack it off and cum on my pasta,” I paused and narrowed my eyes for some serious dramatic effect, “then …I’ll eat it.”
For the longest time he didn’t say a word. He just stared at me; his eyes bugging out of his head. My only motivation was to turn him on with something so nasty that it would blow his mind. Something I would only do for him. But suddenly I thought, “Oh shit, I’ve pushed too far. He thinks I’m a slut.” I half expected him to stand up and head to the car.
Then out of nowhere he swallowed hard and whispered, “Hand me the bowl.”
Gotcha! Giggling, I slid the small oval bowl over to him. I was getting really excited thinking about what I had asked him to do and even more excited knowing he was about to do it! His hands disappeared beneath the table as he unzipped his fly and released his cock. I think the hours of playful intent had him hard, aching and wanting. This shouldn’t take long. His left hand reached up and took the small half filled bowl and it disappeared below the table cloth. His movements were subtle and if you didn’t know what he was doing, you wouldn’t notice. But I knew exactly what he was doing.
I loved to see him touch himself. I would watch him stroke himself every night if he’d let me. For some reason, it was such a turn-on.
I couldn’t bear it any longer; I reached over and nudged my knife so it flipped off the edge of the table. “Oops, I’ll get it,” I announced with quiet excitement and leaned over to pick it up. Sticking my head under the table cloth, I saw it all. He was stroking his cock, like I had seen many times before, and readying himself to cum in my fettuccini. I wanted to dive across the floor and take him in my mouth and suck him until he came, but politely sat back up, hornier than ever.
“You’re really doing it aren’t you,” I beamed with a giant grin.
“Of course I am. Isn’t it what you wanted?” he smiled back and kept going. His eyes closed and I knew what was happening. I desperately wanted to knock something off the table again but thought better of it. My gaze never left his tortured face as he came. Imagination running wild, I envisioned him jacking it until the milky white cream squirted from the tip of his cock. He exhaled with each shot as he pumped his load into the bowl.
“Oh honey,” I quietly cooed hoping the waitress wouldn’t come back at this exact moment. “Yea, that’s it baby. I love it. What a hot man giving me such a nice, big load. I bet that pasta’s going to taste awesome,” My encouraging, ego stroking words were quiet but audible.
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“Boy it’s hot here,” I yelled across the court. “I’m gonna get a drink of water.” I ran over to the bench and gulped down some water from a bottle we had brought. As I headed back to my side of the court, I stopped at the net, spun around to face my husband, and smiled. Knowing what was about to happen, he grinned and nodded approvingly at me.
As flirtatiously as I could, I slowly raised my tennis skirt and slid my under-knickers down and kicked them into the air. They landed perfectly on the net post; I couldn’t help but laugh and left them there.
It was my turn to serve and as I threw the ball into the air, I felt the rush of wind blow across my naked crotch as I hit the ball. It was a perfect ace. Well, my husband didn’t even try to get the ball as he was too interested in seeing my naked skin that was suddenly revealed when my skirt flew up as I struck the ball.
I had just gotten a full waxing a few days before our trip so I was really bare, really sexy and really ready for an erotic vacation down there.
“Wow, I just might let you serve all day,” he yelled back at me.
“Well Mister, I just might let you watch me serve all day,” I teased back.
It was so exciting to know that after two years of dating and five years of marriage, he still loved to see my body. I loved it that after all these years I still turned him on.
Just to give him more to think about, I slid my racket between my legs, strings behind me, grip to the front, so the handle looked like I had an erect cock. I pinched my legs together and with my right hand began to stroke it like I was jacking off my cock.
My husband smiled and mouthed, “Oh, you are a naughty girl.”
As we were volleying my next serve, an older couple walked through the gate ready to start a game on the adjoining court. They paused by the bench waiting politely for us to finish our rally when the lady noticed my knickers on the net post. She immediately looked my way wondering if they were mine.
Point finished, the couple walked behind me to their court and started to set up. We exchanged greetings while they walked passed. I smiled to my husband across the court and shrugged helplessly. He looked at me expectantly wondering what I would do. They seemed like harmless older couple so, decision made, we played on.
I could feel both of them watching me as I served the ball, once again revealing myself for all so see. When the point was over, we both glanced over at the older couple to see if they noticed. They did. Since they were strangers that were more curious than anything, I found myself relaxing and kind of excited for them to see.
As we continued, both of our court mates occasionally stopped their game to look our way, especially when I was serving. I thought the lady would be annoyed or incensed by my exposure and her husband’s interest but quickly realized that she didn’t care and was smiling and giggling at the sight. She appeared to be a good sport in tennis and in life. Thanks to our court mate’s lack of inhibition, I had gone from embarrassed, to brave, to aroused.
Forty-five minutes later we were done with tennis and ready to head back to our room and then off to the beach. We packed up our stuff and headed to our room. As soon as the door closed, my horny husband had his pants off, lifted my skirt and was impaling me with his throbbing cock. No foreplay, no romance, just raw, hardcore, jaw-dropping, pounding sex. And I wanted it as bad as he did.
Our sexy tennis game had been enough foreplay for both of us and I had been wet for almost an hour, knowing this exact moment was rapidly approaching.
We were still half dressed and fucking like mad. From time-to-time, I loved it when he took me like that. After giving our sexual pressure ample time to percolate, I always came so quickly once we were going at it.
Times like these, he would take the lead and begin the hard, driving sex but inevitably, it would end up being me that took control as things approached the end. He would start by pinning me to a wall, bending me over a chair, spreading me on a bed, or yanking off just enough clothes to get access to my private parts.
His thrusts were long, hard and deep and if I was bent over a chair or a bed, I liked it when he’d pull my hair or grope my tits. He always knew how hard to push it while not going too far.
After letting him ravage me for several minutes, I loved to turn the tables and flip him over onto his back and ride him as hard as he had just ridden me. I loved to bounce on his cock, allowing my full body weight to impale myself on his rock hard pole. If we were standing, I would jump onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and bounce on his cock, making sure it impaled me as hard and as deep as possible.
I loved to make hard eye contact and hold it throughout our animalistic sex sessions. It was almost like we could see into each other’s souls as our bodies merged. He would grunt as I bounced on him or slammed my body onto his. He would growl and swear verbalizing our physical actions; each word timed and blurted out as our bodies slammed together. “Oh…yes…fuck…that…cock!”
He too would cum fast and hard. While our tender love making session might last for hours on end, these would be over in five minutes at the most. And since they were typically not at night, we had discovered that cumming inside of me made for a messy way to spend the rest of the day. But as we did with many things, we would turn that inconvenienced into a playful sex act.
A few minutes into it I would orgasm, and then I would begin to bark and snarl for him to cum on me. It would start a back and forth verbal banter that we continue to volley to this day.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Yea, I’m close.”
“Oh yea, cum on me baby!” It was my way of signaling him to not cum in me since we were going back out.
“You want me to cum on your tits?” Or he would say pussy, ass or face depending on what pretzel shape or position we were in. I would beg him to come on that chosen spot (sometimes these fast, fuck sessions would break out as we were heading out for a nice night on the town, in that case no facials once I was all made up).
“YEA! I want that fucking cock to cum on my tits!”
“I’m close!”
“Yea shoot it on my tits.”
“You wanna see my cock cum?”
“Oh yes, I wanna see it cum. Let me see it squirt all over me!”
(Hey, a little nasty goes a long way).
He would pull out at the last possible moment and shoot his load onto the chosen, hallowed body part. “Oh God! Here I cum! Ahhh!” I would coo and praise his explosion and would collect a bit of his semen on my finger and taste it in front of him. “Oh baby, that was a huge load. I love to see you cum. Yummy,” I would make love to my finger, licking it clean. “It tastes so good.” It was another of my secrets and my way of thrilling him to the end and keeping his sexual ego in over drive. I wanted him to know I worshipped his cock and cum and much as he worshipped my entire body.
Sexually fulfilled and covered in cum, we cleaned up and got ready for some lunch and sun.
“Let’s get some lunch and find that nude beach,” he volunteered.
“Yea, let’s sun our buns,” I shook my ass at him as I replied.
Once again, the panties, or lack of them, did the trick.
Chapter 4: Back to the Beginning
Cosmopolitan, as well as many other magazines have regular features about women with problems in the bedroom or articles about how to please your man or how to keep sex fun. While everyone is different, I sure found a way to spice things up in my home. The neat thing is how simple it was; though simplicity is probably the key. It’s easy for me while the results speak for themselves.
No matter what your solution is, the point is to have one. Have that private secret that’s just between the two of you. Find something that bonds your man to you. Keep him off guard and in your bed. Is it worth it? Try it once and let me know. I’m willing to bet that if your man is anything like mine, you’ll wish you had done it a long time ago.
Speaking from experience, people will notice. They’ll become aware of your man’s attentiveness, they’ll observe his devotion and they’ll notice your closeness. Not only will they notice it, they’ll envy it. They’ll pay or even kill for your secret. But it’s up to you as to whether or not you want to reveal your secret and let them know you’re a “Panty Girl.”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Her First Time
In high school I felt like the only virgin around. All my friends were doing it, and while I went out with guys all the time, I never met anyone who I really wanted to fuck. I wanted my first time to be special, and all the guys I dated were just too lame.
Still, I was horny as hell. I masturbated all the time, in the morning, after school, at night, I even locked myself in a plane bathroom and fingered myself. I became obsessed with cumming, it just felt so good. I would go online read a nasty story, get all wet, and then lie on my stomach on my bed, and hump my right hand…Still, there was something missing…namely a cock.
My parents sent my best friend and I on a graduation trip and I vowed to myself I was going to get my cherry popped. After a couple days of sitting on the beach and checking everyone out through my sunglasses, I saw this really really hot guy…Well, it didn’t take long for us to get to his hotel room.
We started out slow, he carefully undid my bikini top, and touched my boobs… we kissed gently and pulled at each other. I got hotter than I ever have with a guy and began to feel my pussy get wet and tense. I moved closer to him, unlaced his trunks and saw my first real penis. Oh my god it was beautiful, it sprung up to meet me. I really couldn’t believe how big and hard it was. I am used to sticking my finger in my pussy…and not even that, I usually just play with my clit until I cum. So, needless to say, I was a little worried.
Nick (that’s his name) was really sweet…he sucked me all over, my breasts, my neck, my stomach, my clit…his lips made me so hot and horny. I touched his penis and wanted to suck it, but realized I really just wanted it in my pussy, I mean I can give head whenever. Nick sat on the bed and I tried to lower myself onto his cock, but it was so big…I could get it half way in, but it hurt, and I wanted him to be able to really fuck me…I wanted to feel his weight on me. We rotated and he mounted me, at first he just placed his hard cock near my pussy and made me move my hips searching for it…then he slowly pressed it into me. It was so warm and hard I really felt the best connection with him. It hurt like hell, but then again I was being fucked so I can’t really complain.
After about 8 strokes of him entering my vagina, we really got into a rhythm. I stopped having to cringe with pain and began to pant, he was making me so hot. Nick pumped my pussy and I began to yell, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck my wet pussy…yeah yeah fuck me.” I don’t even know where it came from…But yelling make it so much better. He did fuck me, and while I have nothing to compare it to, it was so much better than fingering myself. As his cock slid in and out of me and my pussy got tighter around it, his cock got bigger and exploded so much cum into me…The best thing was, he kept pumping a little, as if he was trying to really jam the cum in me…It was the best feeling in the world. I cannot wait to be fucked again!!!!!!
The End
A Lovely Day in the Neighbourhood
I was still getting used to being on my own. My wife and I had divorced almost a year ago and when she packed up and moved out, it was the first time in many years that I had no one else to think of as I planned whatever it is that I would be doing. I had been in a funk recently but could feel that time had begun to work its healing magic and I was getting ready to renter life amongst the living.
I had bought my wife out as part of the settlement and managed to keep the house but unfortunately since the divorce, I had lost interest in the yard and it showed. It was starting to look a little unkempt and shabby. I didn’t want to become known a bad neighbour and decided that this beautiful sunny Saturday would be the day that I start to put my life and yard back together again.
Dressing in an old favourite baggy t-shirt, sweat pants and sneakers, I poured myself a coffee and sat down on the deck at the back of my house to make a plan for the day’s work. I was actually looking forward to getting sweaty and do some work around the place.
I finished my coffee at about the same time I finished my game plan for the day and without further ado, set off for the garden shed to amass my weapons of destruction such as the lawnmower, weed eater, pruning shears and the like.
I attacked the yard with a vengeance. After putting in a couple of hours of productive work I stood back to take a look at my handy-work. Not bad! It’s starting to look like the person who lives here gives a shit after all. I was deep in thought planning my next task when my neighbour shook me out of my stupor.
“Hey Dan, it’s not going to get finished by standing there and looking at it you lazy slob!”
“Lazy slob? That’s nice talk coming from some large breasted tart that hires illegal immigrants to do her landscaping.”
I looked over the fence and saw a smiling Mrs. Smith standing there with two glasses of iced tea.
“You know that’s not fair Dan, if I had muscles like yours I would do my own yard work too.”
“Oh ya, well if I had huge tits like yours I wouldn’t have to do my own yard work. All I’d have to do is flop those big babies around a bit and everyone would come running to help.”
Mrs. Smith laughed like a schoolgirl and even blushed a bit. Since she had become widowed, I found it surprisingly easy to cheer her up by being a little rude and risqué with her. I found that as time went by, we became more and more risqué to the point I openly commented about her big tits. She seemed to like the attention and the mild, well-natured abuse. For an old broad, she was really built. My reference to her huge tits was an understatement. She had a set of big; natural tits that would make most surgically enhanced porn queens run for mommy and the rest of her body didn’t look bad either. Somehow, she had managed to keep her waist nice and small and whenever I got a chance to see her in a skirt, it was obvious she had a great butt and nice legs to go with her huge rack. For such a short woman, barely five feet tall, she was really well put together.
It looks like you can use a little something to quench your thirst big boy. How would you like a nice cold glass of iced tea?"
“Yes please, it would really hit the spot right about now thank you.”
“Good, it’s settled then. Get your sweaty, smelly body over here and sit yourself down on the deck and we’ll enjoy a nice cold drink together.”
“I’m not sure you want me over there. I’ll probably attract flies from miles away based on the way I smell right now.”
“Nonsense, get your skinny little ass over here and sit down.”
Pulling a rag out of my pocket, I wiped the sweat off my face as I walked over to the gate in the fence that separated our properties. Mrs. Smith had set the drinks down on a patio table and went back into the house before I could take my seat. She emerged a minute later with a cold, wet cloth.
“Here, wipe your sweaty brow with this, it will help cool you off.”
Taking the cloth I smiled and said, “There’s no way I’m going to be able to cool off with hot stuff like you around.”
“Why whatever do you mean Sir?” she said in a fake southern accent batting her eyelashes.
We both giggled a bit and after taking a nice, long pull on the iced tea, I looked over the glass and in an equally bad southern accent replied, “Why missy, you know full well that any healthy normal male would heat up around a filly that was packing a pair like you.”
“I do declare! Now you shush Dan. I declare, you’re going to make me blush like a school girl. A big, strong, young man like you wouldn’t be interested in the breasts of an old lady like me. I’m sure you think me a bit of a freak for having these big things attached to my little old body.”
I dropped the southern accent, looked her straight in the eye and said in a more serious tone, “You know Mrs. Smith, you and I have lived next door to one another for quite awhile now. I don’t know you nearly as well as a neighbour should and for that I apologize. I’d like to make sure you take no offence at the banter we have. I suppose it’s easy for me to get carried away once in awhile and the last thing I want to do is offend you in any way.”
“Why Dan, how sweet of you. You’re right you know. We don’t know each other very well do we? We must do something about that. First of all, I think you should call me Millie, not Mrs. Smith and secondly, no, I take no offence at our banter. In fact, I quite enjoy it. I’ll tell you a little secret and let you know that I enjoy it when you call me names or refer to these huge breasts of mine. I’m not sure why really, I suppose it’s because my dear departed husband acted in much the same way and it makes me happy to think a man other than him would notice me.”
“You husband was a lucky man Millie.”
“How kind of you to say. I do miss him terribly and I feel very lonely sometimes, I suppose that’s why I enjoy your company so much. I imagine it’s much the same for you now that you’re on your own too.”
“You’ve got that right. Sometimes I find myself talking to the walls. It’s weird being in an empty house all the time.”
“And I imagine it’s difficult for a virile young man like you to not have a place to sow his oats. You must have to take matters in your own hands quite a bit to keep from exploding. My husband taught me that a man has to have release a couple times a day or he can become quite ill.”
I have to tell you, I was more than a little shocked! This was something I hadn’t expected at all. I wasn’t sure what to make of this. Was she joking or was she serious? I had to tread lightly here. I thought I’d play along a bit to see where this went.
“Yes, your husband was right. It gets pretty painful if I don’t get a chance to, er, well I guess you could say…blow off a little steam.”
“You poor thing. I know just what you mean. My husband’s mood would improve considerably after he let me service him. Some days he would get so uncomfortable that I would have to service him several times throughout the day.”
Service him! What the hell did that mean? As I was trying to figure out what the heck was going on, she continued.
“As a matter of fact, my own health has slipped a bit since my poor husband died. I used to rely on his essence to keep me young and healthy. I suppose I was almost addicted to it. It created such a craving within me that to this very day, I feel the need for it.”
“His essence?”
“Yes Dan, you know…. his seed of course. So how do you manage know that you’ve become divorced? Do you have anyone to take care of your constant needs?”
“Ah, no I don’t. I suppose I’m not ready for another relationship just yet. As it is, when I feel the need, I have to rely on myself and this right hand of mine.”
“Tisk, tisk, such a waste. It must be frustrating to have to take care of yourself like that.”
“I’ll have to admit that it’s not very fulfilling.” I decided to push this a bit to see where she was going made the decision to push slowly and cautiously. “Although there isn’t much I miss about my ex-wife, I do miss her ability to take care of me in that way.”
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“Yes, I should imagine so. I can’t believe a virile young man such as yourself has to resort to… to…. Well, you know what I mean. It’s almost sinful to think of the waste.”
As I polished off the last of my iced tea, Millie got up, took my glass and started for the kitchen. I got up to thank her and leave but as soon as I stood up she said, “Oh, you not leaving yet are you? I was so enjoying our conversation. Please stay and have another iced tea with me?”
I sat back down and smiled. “Sure, why not? It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and I’m sitting here sipping iced tea with a beautiful, sexy woman.”
Looking over her shoulder as she went to refill our drinks she said, “There you go again you horny devil.”
She returned from the house and placed the iced teas in front of us. I noticed her blouse had a few extra buttons undone and as she bent over to put down my drink, I couldn’t help but stare into a mile and a half of cleavage. The kind of cleavage that makes you stop dead in your tracks and stare. And as if that wasn’t enough, she gave me a few seconds of sexy eye contact that left me almost speechless.
“Can I ask you a personal question Millie?”
“Of course you can.”
“How long had you and Mr. Smith been together?”
“Oh my. I guess you could say he robbed the cradle. He was 24 when he met me and I was just 15. He was working for my father at the time and I knew he liked me. A week after my eighteenth birthday we were married and moved out here. He took my virginity on our honeymoon and was a gentle, patient lover and he taught me how to be a woman.”
It was as I suspected. Clearly, if Mrs. Smith wasn’t messing with me, she had been conditioned and trained by her husband since she was almost a child and assumed that everything the horny bugger told her was the gospel truth. How am I supposed to handle this situation? Am I supposed to gently put her straight or leave her with her current beliefs? Here was a woman that for about 40 years had been very comfortable but unknowingly living out the fantasies of her husband. To her, whatever he demanded out of their relationship was perfectly normal.
I suppose you could say this was a defining moment. I could do the right thing and either change the subject or maybe even try to set her straight or, I could be as bad as her deceased husband and see if it paid off. The very thought of being able to exploit the innocence of this large breasted woman was giving me a hardon. And, it had been so long since my dick had been involved with anyone other than my right hand, it was tough to think straight. I mean look, here was a good looking older babe that seemed to think that a man’s need ought to be taken care of on a regular basis. Well, I’m a man with needs aren’t I? What if I was able to take advantage of the situation without hurting her in any way? Would that be a bad thing? Would it be wrong? The little head in my pants was winning the battle over the big head and before long, I was lost in thought about her reference to her husbands “essence” and about her seeming concern for my health and welfare. Am I full of shit? I suppose so but as mentioned, my dick was winning the war over my brain.
I might have been struggling to work through this little mental dilemma but my cock was having no problem working itself into a frenzy inside my sweatpants. My weak inner self decided that I should at least go fishing. I’d offer the fish some bait and if it took it, great. If the fish passed on the bait, I would pledge be a good boy and behave like a good neighbour and friend should.
I needed a plan. I gunned back my second glass of iced tea and mentioned that it really hit the spot and that I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. Mrs. Smith fell for phase one of the plan. She immediately offered to get me another refill and got up to get the jug of iced tea from the kitchen. I used this momentary diversion to reach into my sweat pants and slide my mostly hard cock down the left leg of my sweatpants. I chose the left leg because it was the leg closest to Mrs. Smith. Man, for some reason I was really horny! My cock looked positively obscene as it snaked down my leg. You could clearly see the outline of the big spongy head as it made its way almost halfway to my knee. I looked down and almost chickened out. I looked ridiculous. I would never get away with this. If she had any sense at all she would probably run me off her property and call the cops to report me as a pervert. What the fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound. I reached into my sweats and because my cock was still only half hard, decided to snake the head until it was almost on top of my leg. It made an obscene bulge in my sweatpants and I was getting ready to chicken out again when Mrs. Smith arrived back at the table. Fuck it.
She poured us another glass of iced tea and sat back in her chair. She started rambling a bit about the nice job I was doing on my yard and because she was looking me in the eye as she spoke, she didn’t see the “bait”. I had to do something to draw her attention to the “bait”. I picked up the glass of iced tea with my left hand and rested it right on the head of my cock. The cool glass felt good and my dick started to get a bit harder. I started to press the bottom of the glass harder onto the head of my cock because for some reason, it just plain felt good. Moisture was running down the side of the glass and making my sweatpants wet. At least if I started to ooze precum out of the end of my dick it would be camouflaged by the wetness from the glass.
I thought I saw her glance down at my crotch for a fleeting moment but I couldn’t be sure. I gunned down the rest of the iced tea and returned the empty glass to its resting spot atop the head of my cock. Even though I’d already had three glasses of the stuff, I held the empty glass to see what might transpire. Sure enough, my little fish took another nibble at the bait and picked up the jug offering me yet another refill. I politely accepted and as she was pouring, I moved the glass just a little whilst pretending to cough. Of course this had the desired result of having Mrs. Smith pour a small amount of iced tea right on my cotton covered cock.
“Oh, I’m dreadfully sorry!” Mrs. Smith used a tissue she was holding to pat the “wet spot” and very soon caught on that she was patting more than my leg. She blushed slightly. “Let me run into the house and get a towel to clean up this horrible mess I’ve made. I’m so sorry!”
“It wasn’t your fault Mrs. Smith …er, Millie, I think I may have moved the glass when I coughed and besides, it’s just my grubby old sweatpants anyway. A little iced tea isn’t going to hurt anything.”
“Nonsense. You’re being far too kind. I’ll be right back with a cloth.”
Well, I had done everything I could to let the fish off the hook. If the fish took the bait now, I would have a clear conscious.
I was pretty sure that the fish had indeed taken the bait when I saw Mrs. Smith emerge from the kitchen door. First of all, it looked like her blouse was open a little bit more after another couple of buttons somehow became undone. And secondly, instead of returning with a just a cloth, she had brought back a small bowl full of water as well.
Looking very concerned, she said, “Now, you let me take care of that properly. I wouldn’t want the iced tea to leave a stain.”
Okay, she gets one last shot to get off the hook.
“Really Millie, these are just my old yard pants and it doesn’t matter, even if it does leave a stain.”
Mrs. Smith didn’t answer and instead, dropped the cloth into the bowl and then wrung it out. You could see that she was trying to figure out what to do. There was a tiny bit of perspiration forming on her upper lip and her eyes darted back and forth between the bowl of water and the wet mark on my leg. It was more than obvious that there was no way to deal with the stain without touching my cock and I guess she was having her own inner struggle to figure out whether and how to proceed. I suspected we both wanted the same thing but didn’t want to be the first one to make a move.
Millie mustered up her courage and stepped up.
“Okay Dan, let me take care of that.”
Millie brought the wet cloth down slowly and then gently started to rub it against the wet spot and therefore the head of my cock. My cock quickly decided that it enjoyed the attention and started to get harder and harder until it was tenting the wet spot up quite obscenely.
I decided I had to play at least a small role in what was about to happen.
Looking as embarrassed as possible, I gently pushed her hand away and covered the head of my dick with my hands.
“Oh my gosh. Millie, I’m so sorry. Please don’t get the wrong idea. I have no control over my er, thing and I suppose it’s because it hasn’t received any attention for so long that it’s decided to behave badly. Please forgive me…I’m so embarrassed.”
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“There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s a perfectly normal reaction. Now get your big paws out of the way and let me finish.” She swatted my hands out of the way and with one hand, grabbed the shaft of my cock just below the head and with the other, started wiping the head of my cock with the wet cloth.
“Really Millie, you don’t have to do this.” She said nothing but kept at her “work”.
She was gently squeezing the shaft of my cock now and was paying far too much attention to the head of my cock.
“You know Dan, I owe you a big favour.”
“For what?”
“For chatting with me and bringing back some wonderful memories of times I had with my husband. I know this is a very inappropriate thing to say but seeing your member like this excited has given me a terrible longing for something that I’ve missed so much.”
“What’s that Millie?”
“I probably shouldn’t say.” Millie cast her eyes down and focused on gently rubbing the head of my cock.
“There’s no need to feel bashful around me Millie.”
“Gosh I love it when you say my name. It sounds so much better than Mrs. Smith.”
“I think you’re avoiding the subject Millie, what it is that you miss so much?”
“Well, to put it in the most simple of terms, I miss my regular feeding sessions.”
“Feeding sessions?”
“Yes, my husband was very kind and he used to let me have access to his member any time I felt the need.”
I wasn’t sure I should say anything. I was afraid of spoiling the moment. She kept rubbing and squeezing my cock and it didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon.
“Millie?”
“Yes Dan.”
“Do you feel the need right now?”
“Oh Dan, I sure do. If you were my husband I would have been sucking on you a long time ago. But you’re my friend and my neighbour and there’s no way I could impose on you.”
“What are friends for if not to help one another Millie?”
She stopped what she was doing and looked into my eyes.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying Dan?”
“Well, you’re telling me you have a need and I would be a liar to say it wouldn’t be good for me too.”
“Do you really mean it Dan?”
“Millie, if you feel the need to suck my cock right this moment, I would be honoured to be of assistance.”
“Don’t toy with me Dan. I don’t think I could take it if I thought you were joking. Would you really let me suck on you?”
I suppose this is one of those situations where actions speak louder than words.
I slowly stood up, dropped my sweat pants and boxers and stood in front of her. I moved in front of her and sat on the edge of the table with my cock waving around obscenely in front of her face. I was so turned on that my cock looked as if it were made from chiselled granite.
“My goodness gracious Dan, you are very large, much larger than dear old George. And just look at the size of your balls, I’ll bet there’s a lot of wonderful cum stored inside them. Are you sure you don’t mind if I help myself?”
“You’d be doing us both a favour, you’ll get what you’re looking for and I won’t have to resort to using my hand to empty these balls out when I get home.”
“It makes me sick to think that you might waste your seed like that. I suppose since we’re both consenting adults, this makes a lot of sense.”
Fortunately, she didn’t see me raise my eyebrows in wonder. Was this poor woman as completely brainwashed as it appeared or did she just love to suck cock?
“Dan, I could just sit here and look at your huge member all day. I’m afraid it’s been so long since I had the opportunity to selfishly enjoy myself like this that I don’t know where to start.”
“Why not get started like this?” With that said, I took her little hands and brought them to my balls. “Hold my balls in your hands.” She gently cupped my balls in her hands and gently started to roll them through her fingers. As she did that I held the shaft of my cock and aimed it at her mouth. With my other hand, I gently pulled the back of her head until her mouth was just resting on the head of my cock. A big drop of precum was leaking out of the head and I used my cock like a paintbrush to gently smear the drop on her lips. I saw her tongue snake out to lick first her lips and then the head of my cock. My cock lurched in response and if possible, got even harder.
I slowly moved the big, spongy head around her lips a few times and then positioned it between her lips and pulled her head slowly forward until a few inches of my fat cock disappeared into her mouth. She let out a moan, closed her eyes and gently started sucking.
I released the back of her head and she began a slow in and out motion. Fuck this felt good! It had been quite a while since I had a nice soft pair of lips on my cock.
I leaned back on the table and just watched her suck on me. She began to make little mewing sounds and it struck me that she wasn’t sucking me as much as she was nursing on me. It reminded me more of a baby sucking on her mother’s nipple.
“Is this what you need Millie?”
She slowly removed my cock from her mouth and held it firmly against her cheek.
“Oh yes Dan, thank you so much. Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Is it okay if I suck some more?"
“Yes, of course it is Millie. You could however, do something for me if you don’t mind.” (As if she wasn’t doing enough for me already)
“Anything Dan, what can I do for you?”
“I was thinking that it might be a good idea to have you remove your blouse and your bra. I’d love to get a good look at those huge breasts of yours and the sight of a big pair of tits will help me cum hard. Besides, when I cum I won’t have to worry about making a mess all over your clothes.”
“You’re such a thoughtful young man. And just like my husband too. He insisted that I be naked at least from the waist up whenever I sucked on him. As for making a mess on my clothes, have no fear. I have no intention of letting any of your precious cum escape my lips. It’s going straight into my tummy where it belongs.”
With that, she placed the tip of my cock in her mouth and started a gentle suction as she slowly undid the rest of her buttons. When all of them were undone, she slowly shrugged off the blouse and reached behind her to unfasten the hooks on her bra. She removed the bra and placed it beside her blouse on the table. I couldn’t help notice that there were five hooks on her bra and when I finally got to take a look at her chest, I understood why. Millie had a magnificent pair of breasts. Big is the wrong word for them. They were bigger than big.
Each breast was a work of art and amazingly, they were a perfectly matched pair. They started about the middle of her chest and swelled out to become huge swollen torpedoes with large nipples that were currently pointing towards the ground. They reminded me of overfilled water balloons that were ready to burst. It was as if a gifted artist had airbrushed a network of light blue veins that coursed over the surface of her porcelain white breasts. Her nipples were large and puffy and begging to be sucked. All in good time I told myself.
I gently removed my cock from her sucking mouth, placed one hand on each side of her head and looked her in the eyes.
“Millie, you are a very beautiful woman. I’ve never seen a nicer set of tits on anyone. I can’t wait to get my hands on them to see what they feel like, how heavy they are and what it’s like to suck on those big nipples.”
“Of course Dan. In return for blessing me like this, you may do as you wish with me. I will happily surrender myself to you in return for letting me suck you.”
I know this was starting to sound like a cheap, trashy romance novel but to be honest, at that point I didn’t give a fuck. Whatever worked was fine with me. Her mouth, lips, tongue and suction were sheer perfection. I’d never had a better blow job.
Her phraseology was kind of rocking me and I didn’t know whether to respond in kind. I suspected that the right answer was to play it safe by taking a middle of the road approach. She didn’t seem to have taken offence to anything I said so far and I kind of suspected that her husband had used some pretty coarse language with her too.
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I couldn’t resist and reached down to cup her tits in my hands. The soft breast flesh swallowed up each of my hands and I couldn’t believe how heavy they were. I hefted them, jiggled them, and finally pulled on each of her nipples. She let out a low moan that seemed to indicate that she had a serious pleasure centre in each of her nipples. To confirm my assumption, I tugged gently but firmly on each of her nipples pulling them away from her chest and using them to lift her huge tits. Again, she moaned and gave a little shudder. If I didn’t know any better I’d say she just had a small orgasm. Now I was really fucking horny. I knew I would have my way with her tits later but for right now, I wanted her soft lips on my cock.
I released my hold on her nipples, leaned back and told her that I would not be interrupting her any further, at least until she had the first load of cum safely in her belly where it belonged.
She smiled at me as if I was her favourite son and placed both hands on the shaft of my cock. She squeezed firmly and stroked upwards bringing a huge drop of precum out of my piss slit and watched as it rolled down the shaft of my cock and onto her fingers. She repeated this action a number of times until my cock and both her hands were pretty much covered with a layer of shiny, slippery precum. Then, while stroking my cock ever so slowly, she proceeded to lick it all up off my cock and off her hands.
When she was happy that she had got most of it, she looked up at me, smiled and said, “I haven’t done this in a long time and most certainly, I never had the pleasure of doing this with anything as large as this, so I’m hoping you’ll be patient with me and let me indulge myself. I will need a lot of practice to return to my previous form.”
“Millie, I have all day. Do with my cock as you like. It’s been so long since I did anything like this that I probably won’t be able to last very long. I promise to warn you when I am about to cum so that you can be prepared.”
“Thank you for being so thoughtful. As for providing me with any type of warning, it will not be necessary. Please feel free to relax and let yourself go.
I was just getting comfortable and feeling a little like the King of the Castle. I looked at my cock that was standing hard and proud in Millie’s hands. It had never looked so big, probably because Millie was so petite and her little hands made my cock look even bigger than it was. She was just staring at it for the moment as if planning her attack.
All of a sudden she got a determined look on her face and stood up. I was a bit confused but because she hadn’t let go of my cock I just went with it. She moved around until she was standing at my side, leaned over and sank her mouth over the end of my dick. I felt her big tits crushing onto me as she got into position. She didn’t actually suck, she just held it deep within her mouth. Then I got a real surprise. It was as if she was getting up the courage or something when all of a sudden, she took in more of my cock and at a very slow place, kept feeding more and more of my cock into her mouth. I suddenly realized that she was taking me down her throat and that she had moved to my side to get a better angle.
I started to get a bit worried because I didn’t think she was breathing. She just kept taking in more and more of my cock. I could feel her throat grip and swallow my shaft as it went further and further in. Un-fucking believable! She didn’t stop until her lips bottomed out. Fuck me! She had swallowed the whole thing! I became even more worried about whether or not she could breathe. I didn’t want her to pass out for fuck’s sake. Just then, she slowly lifted her head up and off my cock until it slipped from her lips and she held it proudly in her hands.
She took in a big breath of air and turned to look at me smiling like a little girl. There were tears in her eyes and I’m not sure whether they were from happiness or from almost choking and gagging on my cock.
“I just knew I could do it if I put my mind to it! Did it feel good Dan? Did I do good?”
“Yes Millie, you did very good. You took me all the way down your throat like a good girl.”
She smiled up at me as if I had just paid her the greatest compliment.
“I used to do that for my husband but you present a bigger challenge if you know what I mean.”
“You flatter me.”
“Not at all, if you let me practice, I’ll bet I can get really good at this. I just love the way it feels when your cock is down my throat.”
With that, she got back in front of me and started sucking on me again. This time, she seemed anxious to get her reward. She applied an amazing amount of suction on the first few inches of my cock while her soft, tiny hands were busy jacking me off into her mouth.
She looked up at me as she sucked and I could see the joy in her eyes. She really loved this. I felt a little better knowing that I wasn’t really taking advantage of her. How could it be wrong to offer her what she seems to love so much. As for me, I was getting lost in the moment and was super turned on by the way her huge breasts moved around in tempo with her hand and arm movements. I was going into some kind of sensory overload with everything that was going on. Between the amazing feel of her hot, wet sucking mouth, the feel of her hands running up and down the shaft of my very hard cock and the view I had of her amazing tits, I was quickly reaching the point of no return. It was like I was watching a virtual reality porn movie in which I was the star. Fuck this is good! I couldn’t imagine it getting any better.
My knees started to quiver as I approached orgasm and I reached back to hold onto the table for support.
“Millie, I can’t hold out too much longer. I’m going to come in your mouth you beautiful little cocksucker.”
She glanced back up and me and seemed to smile around my cock. Suddenly, she redoubled her efforts. Her hands flew up and down the shaft of my cock as she jacked me off into her mouth. She started to make little mewing sounds like she was anticipating her reward.
I actually think I saw stars as my orgasm hit. My knees almost buckled as I launched into the most intense orgasm of my life. For a moment, I thought I would blow her head off. Fuck me!
When the first shot exploded into her mouth, Millie shuddered in what must have been an orgasm of her own. She dropped one of her hands to her tits and started pulling hard on her nipples as she coaxed the cum out of my cock with her other hand. Her body shook again and I watched as she swallowed quickly to keep up with the amount of cum that I was spewing into her sucking mouth.
I was close to passing out from the intensity. Fuck, could this girl suck cock! This was just what the doctor ordered thank you very much. After several months of nothing but spanking the monkey, my introduction back into the life of the living was at the hands of a world class fellatrix who seemed to love giving as much as I did receiving.
I was cumming so hard it almost hurt and I could see poor little Millie chugging away to keep up with the flow. True to her word, she never lost a drop.
Finally, my orgasm started to wind down. Millie sensed this and started to suck in a much softer manner. The pressure from her hands eased up a bit as she gently urged any remaining cum up the shaft of my cock and into her mouth.
When I was finally drained dry, she slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth and it made a slight popping sound from the suction as it finally escaped her lips.
Millie looked up at me, hugged my softening cock to her cheek and just smiled.
Nothing was said for a few minutes. I quietly relaxed and basked in the afterglow of the best orgasm of my life. I looked down at her and reflected on how lucky her husband had been to have such an amazing, wonderful wife. Lucky bastard!
Millie then looked at the head of my cock and gently coaxed the last remaining drop of cum. As it emerged from my piss slit, she gazed at it for a moment before smearing it on her lips, using my cock much as she would a tube of lipstick.
Without letting go of my cock, she looked up once more and said, “Well Dan, I can only hope that was as good for you as it was for me. I feel alive again and I will do anything you say if you’ll let me do this again.”
“Millie, you were spectacular. I have never had anyone suck me off the way that you just did. It was the best orgasm of my life and you have my promise that you can have as much of this as you like.”
“You’d better be careful what you promise young man.”
Amazingly, my cock started to grow hard again in her hands.
“See what you do to me? It looks like your new friend is eager for more but I have to tell you, I’m starting to feel a little self conscious about needing a shower after all the yard work I did. I hope I didn’t gross you out.”
“Quite the contrary young man. I love your manly smell and I would willingly get on my knees in front of you anytime you’d let me.”
I helped her to her feet and gave her a big, gentle hug. Her huge tits felt amazing as they pressed into my stomach. She kept one hand on my cock and put the other around my waist burying her face into my chest. I reached over and picked up my glass of iced tea to wet my parched throat.
“Please tell me that we can do this again soon, please Dan?”
“Of course we can.” I gently kissed the top of her head.
As I stood there embracing this little woman, I wondered what the future would bring. Whatever the case, this was going to get very interesting and I had a hunch we only scratched the surface.
What a lovely day in the neighbourhood.
The End