WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY!
WORKING WIFE (or how my conventional wife, Lyn Harper, was persuaded to try
harlotry after looking down her nose for such a long time at
the many amateur practitioners in her workplace)
by Ozman (c) 2001.
Lyn and I lived parallel lives for seventeen years, the same school, same
class and same church, etc. After high school I went interstate to college
and it wasn't until we were in our mid twenties that we met again; a blind
date arranged by mutual friends.
One would describe Lyn as pretty rather than a great beauty; she ditched
her heavy spectacles for a much more elegant gold framed style and coloured
her hair auburn, from its natural, nondescript brown, while her previously
tall, skinny figure had filled out more than a a little, a fact not hidden
by the long loose frock she wore. We spent the whole evening catching up on
the intervening years and I found that I was attracted to her, despite her
shortcomings in the dress department and her ingrained conservatism, seeing
some potential if she was to dress more liberally.
Our friends, Barry and Delys Coops, obviously thought so too and spoke to
her about it, she revealed to me later. The next time we met was a cocktail
party which Bazza had invited me to and she wore a little black number like
most women there. However it revealed a lovely slim figure with round hips,
nicely padded bottom and a gorgeous little bosom. Her black nylon-sheathed
legs were rounder and more shapely than I'd remembered and her hips had a
delicious sway as she walked away to the ladies room.
Although we'd both been persuaded to sign the temperance pledge at sunday
school, a matter which caused a degree of good humoured levity when we told
the other two, we were both drinking. I'd begun at university, but Lyn had
only taken her first tipple on her leaving our home town in recent times to
come east. When we arrived back at their house she was tipsy and there was
no peck on the cheek to farewell me, but taking my arm, led me inside for a
coffee before the other couple retired for the night.
She snuggled up to me on the sofa and we kissed for the first time ever,
her lips like an inexperienced young girl's, soft and unsure. When I poked
my tongue her lips parted for me and I explored her mouth, her breath then
becoming a little ragged as she jerked at the thrill of this intimacy, but
doing nothing to dissuade me. She was trembling hotly with what I hoped was
excitement, as was I, thrilling as I felt her breasts through the fabric of
her cocktail frock, gently tweaking a nipple as I realized that her breasts
were unfettered by a brassiere. I reached behind to unzipper her dress and
she relaxed her tight embrace momentarily as I pulled the bodice away from
her chest, giving me a brief glimpse of two lovely white titties which were
bigger than I'd thought, before pulling her body against me once more.
"Love your boobs," I murmured tremulously as I forced my hand between us
to fondle them again.
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she smiled shyly.
"Nope, only the ones with nice boobs," I responded and heard her giggle
for the first time.
She twisted her upper body back from me for a better look at her breasts,
watching and jerking while I pinched and twiddled her pallid, protuberant
nipples atop large, shiny, taut areolae.
"Nice?" I asked.
"Mmmmmmmm," she agreed so I lowered my face to suck and nibble at each of
them in turn, hearing our hearts pounding as one.
"Stevie?"
"Hmm?"
"Take your shirt off?"
I complied and felt her warm silkiness against my chest.
"I just wanted to feel you bare against me. It's gorgeous," she told me.
I put my hand on her thigh and slid it upwards to find naked flesh above
the lace tops of her stayups. She'd put her hand on mine to prevent further
progress and, as I felt her grip slowly relax, moved it up again to press
it to the gussett of her panties. With luck I'd scored an almost direct hit
on her clitty, but she once more clamped my hand to prevent further manual
exploration of her secret places. When she relaxed once again I pressed and
found the swollen pleasure pearl before she jerked violently at the thrill
and closed her thighs tightly.
"I'm sorry," she breathed tearfully. "This is all new to me. I've never
been this far before. It's nice, but scary to me. Can you be a little bit
patient with me?"
"You're a virgin still?" I asked, trying not to sound surprised.
Mind you, at that stage I'd only had sex on a few occasions, mainly with
a tutor who'd taken upon herself to rid me of my unwanted virtue, with the
connivance of classmates who knew my secret. In my first year of tertiary
studies I got myself a skinful of gargle and, silly me, had blabbed about
life's unfairness leaving me virginal while my peers fucked themselves to
a standstill every day. With that out of the way I was persuaded to join a
competition to seduce all virgins; the only thing to qualify them as chaste
being their physical unattractiveness and I lost my fifty dollar entry fee
by targetting super-fuglies who weren't intact. For the rest of my time at
university they were both solicituously friendly and kept asking me out.
Lyn nodded sadly, hugging me again, then opening her thighs to allow me
manual access to her warm, wet crotch. I slipped a finger under the elastic
leg band of her lacy knickers and found a hairless vulva with thick, frilly
inner labia and a bigger clitoris than I'd ever felt before.
"Oh! Ooh! Ooooh!" she gasped as I pressed and circled the little nub then
ran my finger up and down her vulvar cleft before delving inside her with a
slippery finger.
It was very tight and proved her chastity, although I was sure she hadn't
lied about it.
She lifted her bottom as I pulled her panties off, then stopped me.
"Come in here, it's more private," she whispered, leading me by the hand
to her bedroom and a femininely appointed, queen-sized bed with teddies and
other soft toys. "Take your clothes off. I want to see you nude Stevie."
As I got my gear off she wiggled out of her dress and stood there waiting
in just her stockings.
"Oh Dear God!" she gasped when my erect penis, there's only about sixteen
centimetres of it, sprang out of my descending jocks to quiver horizontally
under her gaze.
She silently put her fingertip on a place above her deeply slit navel and
frowned as she realized the depth of penetration.
"You'll have to show me what to do Stevie. I haven't the faintest."
"Just relax darling," I told her as reassuringly as I could manage. "Do
we need to take precautions?"
She shook her head. "I'm on the pill. That's how I got these," she told
me on cupping her breasts and shaking them.
Suddenly I found her to be desirable and vulnerable and just so sweet; I
didn't want to fuck it up by any foolish move on my part. I'd heard one guy
I knew expounding upon defloration, he had a reputation as a bit of a lad,
so I'd resolved to use his stated method. I pushed her down on her back and
tenderly pushed her thighs apart as she lay on her back holding her breath.
Applying my mouth to her cologne scented pussy I poked my tongue inside her
vagina until it hurt a little before using my lips to pull at, my teeth to
tease and my tongue to press and circle her thrilling clitty as she writhed
and rolled around in pleasure-induced delerium. Her hips rotated and thrust
with increasing urgency until crying out as her shapely figure became rigid
and convulsions of pleasure racked her whole body in orgasm.
She clawed at my shoulders as I crawled forward over her supine body and
prodded at her pussy, now unctuous with love juices, pushing my knob into
her tight slit.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, but without distress.
I pushed again firmly and she cried louder as my knob stretched her hymen,
then penetrated her further when it ruptured with the pressure and I worked
my cock right inside her with a series of short thrusts and withdrawals.
"You're right inside me?" she asked in a little voice.
I nodded and she smiled.
"It wasn't so bad. I've heard stories about fainting in agony and similar
stuff. Del reckoned she didn't try it again for five years after her first
time because it hurt so much," she told me.
She experimentally rotated her hips and, feeling no real pain, encouraged
me to try some pelvic movement. Surprisingly, her vagina had loosened quite
considerably in the absence anticipatory tension and I slid my prick in and
out of her with increasing ease until we had worked ourselves into a wild,
belly pounding gallop towards sexual relief.
"Oooh gawd Stevie," she cried abandonedly, "I'm going to come again."
With that I shoved my bursting tool deep within her belly to gush my warm
load into her womb, triggering her climax as we lay locked tightly together
in the paralytic embrace of orgasmic bliss, our sweat glistening forms then
convulsing repeatedly.
"You okay Lyn?" I asked when her panting breath eventually abated.
"Ooh yes," she said huskily. "You know, I think I could get used to doing
that, after a while."
I hugged her and the next thing I knew was Del waking me to give me a cup
of tea.
"Sounded like a Rugby match in here last night," she smiled easily at Lyn
who blushed deeply.
"Well you know whom I learned it from," she retorted, then, to me. "These
two really give voice to their pleasures. Really loud."
"You need to show your partner how much you're enjoying yourself," Delys
chuckled. "The louder the better, eh Steven?"
I just nodded in appreciation of her openness about our sex, knowing that
we could whoop it up during sex in the house. They knew about Lyn's sexual
status I assumed, so I supposed that their attitude was quite comforting to
her, shagging unrestrainedly in their bedroom next door to demonstrate that
it didn't have to be an entirely secret activity.
"We got so horny when you lost your cherry that we had to get it on again
too," she told us happily. "As good as a porno video to us."
Lyn and I remained in bed until lunchtime, exploring the delights of sex,
particularly of the oral variety. She got to be an excellent fellatrix and
grew to enjoy the mutual intimacy of soixante-neuf with me, though I really
prefer each activity separately because it's easier to concentrate on one
thing at a time.
*
I spent the weekend there and then thereafter until they suggested that I
ditch my place and move in with Lyn. I resisted this idea until it became a
matter of an urgent choice, the others already seeing Lyn and I as lifelong
partners, between a marriage and goodbye. As much as I liked her I couldn't
really say I loved her enough to make a lifetime committment. She was more
than just nice to have around, funny too, under Baz and Del's influence, so
I found it hard to imagine my life without her. And of course there was the
sex which she'd come to seriously love and vocalize in competition with Del.
Eventually I decided to take the line of least resistance to move in with
them before drifting into marriage. I supposed that I could as easily drift
out of it again, but didn't think that far ahead as I was using my dick for
a job that required brainpower.
However fate intervened then and my firm sent me to work in the Port Vila
office for four months where I met Stephanie Lane, a divorcee, who appeared
to fancy me. The first fortnight was bloody marvelous and I learned a great
deal about lovemaking as well as good old-fashioned shagging. I fell deeply
in lust with Stef, but after a month she went to move in with an older guy,
leaving me with a reminder that she'd told me at the beginning it was just
a casual affair; just for fun. There were other girls, all younger than I,
but by week eleven I was continuously thinking about Lyn. I'd developed an
awful empty ache in the gut that I'd felt after Stef gave me the big flick.
With her departure it lasted ten days, until I met Jill, but it was now all
of three weeks and I really wanted Lyn. I prayed I hadn't burnt my boats by
just dropping out of her life without a word, but didn't dare send a letter
in case I got the answer I didn't want to hear.
Even worse followed as I was required to spend another four weeks in Vila.
I thought of resigning, but understood that the only thing harder to handle
than arriving home without a girlfriend was arriving home without either a
girlfriend or a job.
Anyway, when I did get home there were no messages so I rang Lyn.
"Would it be too late to ask you to marry me?" I enquired with nothing to
lose then.
"Never too late," she told me. "Let's not be too precipitous though. I'm
quite alone over this weekend, so why don't you come on around for a bit of
rumpy-pumpy and we'll talk about it. I need to make sure that you're sure."
I couldn't believe my ears, but on arrival at her front door with as many
roses as I could carry found the most gorgeous vision of womanhood all made
up and completely nude beneath a sheer, black pegnoir. The others were away
for the long-weekend so we made up for lost time with gusto, Lyn shedding a
lot of her natural reserve as we fucked lustily all over the house.
*
We were married a month later with Baz and Delys as our witnesses. They'd
convinced Lyn that they had all pressured me a bit too hard about moving in
and a break was a certain way for me to find what I really wanted; a future
with her, or elsewhere. It all sounded a little like falcon training to me,
but I was glad to be back.
Our families got their noses out of joint over not being included, but we
soothed them by swearing we'd have a ceremony when we next visited our home
town.
*
A couple of years later we'd moved into our own place with the obligatory
morgage, lawnmowing and gardening, etc. We'd also taken to visiting a nude
beach in the bush reserve at the bottom of our street with Bazza and Delys
and had developed suntans like them. Lyn looked so absolutely fabulous with
a full, golden tan and, with Del, had had her crotch, except for a triangle
of fine, silky, pubescent hairs on her pubic mound, both electronically and
chemically depilated. She enjoys wearing stockings and lingerie for me, but
only in the home; still going to work in conservative suits and frocks with
mid-calf hemlines.
One night she seemed distracted over something, distant and off her food,
before I got her to open up about her problem.
"There's these two guys, both married, who are competing to have sex with
all twenty-seven females in our office during this calendar year. They keep
at the girls until they give in, I mean they don't make threats over losing
your job or anything like that, just the pressure to join their game. Today
I found Ross and Olivia Cranston banging furiously in the stationery store
and last week saw Penny Devlin, very flushed and looking rather happy with
herself after being inside with Ted. Penny's only my own age, but Olivia's
well over forty. Even that mousey Monica Leppitz has got ticked off on both
lists after spreading her legs for them, so I'm dreading a proposition any
day now."
The concept got me horny, visualizing all those attractive married ladies
putting out in the cause of a wager and even my own lovely bride joining in
to enjoy a knee-trembler in the stationery storeroom. Olivia was stupendous;
tall and statuesque, with a bust that you could suffocate in and legs which
would crush you in excitement. Even though Lyn had revealed that her bosom
was mainly saline inserts, they jiggled so naturally and I'd enjoy checking
them out for defects. Likewise, Penny was tall and elegant, cool and blonde
while Monica was shy, but less reserved than Lyn.
"Just refuse them," I suggested lamely, reaching over to feel her snatch.
She felt my super-stiff cock. "That aroused you!" she accused.
I nodded and she let me fuck her, but without real enthusiasm on her part.
The following day I got her a mini-cassette recorder and fixed the remote
microphone in her favourite brooch, showing her how to operate it to record
any propositions she received.
"I'm sorry I was irritable Steve," she told me. "I know one can't control
what one finds erotic. Del told me that Barry gets horny from a fantasy of
seeing her fucked by another man. Does it excite you too, another man doing
me I mean?"
I nodded. "It does, I'm afraid."
She recorded both Ross and Ted trying to get her to have it off with them
and it made me seriously hard when she played each new proposition to me in
bed at night. Even Lyn was eventually aroused by the concept of a stranger
banging her for no more reason than the fairly tenuous motive of a rogering
competition, but it was something she never thought she'd actually do.
There was a rule in the guys' competition which allowed for substitution
so, as it became obvious that Lyn was a lost cause, had her transferred to
another branch and quickly seduced her replacement to take the money.
In the meantime Lyn had found that her new situation was one of being out
of the frying pan and into the fire. The new manager at her branch had come
from an overseas posting and was used to an unusual degree of pampering by
his female staff. A roster of all twenty-one women had been drawn up to see
to small matters like mail, coffee maker, coffee for visitors, substituting
for the receptioniste during absences and so on. These were in addition to
the requirements of their duty statement on hiring and became necessary due
to downsizing by the company.
There was also another non-compulsory duty, not mentioned by anyone, that
Lyn discovered on one of her rostered days as she knocked and stepped into
Mr Carruther's office to find Mrs Alison Dewar reclining across his desk as
he thrust his truly big tool in and out of the furry confluence of her long,
shapely, nyloned legs. Her pink sweater was up under her armpit and her bra
unfastened to bare her big lolling bust which jerked and quivered with each
lusty shove of his hips.
"Thanks Lyn," he gritted when she dropped the mail on his desk and turned
to flee. "Drop the deadlock button on the door?"
She'd described the scene with much less outrage than she'd done with her
earlier experiences and I wondered then whether she might not have softened
her attitude to casual nooky, but she said not.
"So what's in it for the girls besides a regular bit of adulterous nooky?"
I enquired.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. "They get their mortgage payment made,"
she told me simply.
"Oh," I said.
"Oh? That's virtually prostitution, in fact it's quite literally whoring!
They're selling their bodies!"
"But they're not doing it for free, like sluts. He wants something; they
want something. Everyone gets what they want," I said. "It finalises their
mortgage more quickly for the sake of a quickie once a what?"
"A week, I think," she frowned. "Don't you see anything wrong with that?
How would you feel if I went whoring for our mortgage?"
"I'm not sure," I said honestly, but the bulge in the front of my pajamas
indicated how I felt about it in general terms and she took full advantage
of my condition, popping it inside her warm, juicy love pouch. "I think I'd
be very aroused if you did it."
*
"Oh that sort of thing goes on all the time in every workplace," Del said
airily when we told her about the events in Lyn's office.
"Yes, so I gather," said Lyn impatiently. "But would you do it?"
"No, but I can understand why people do," said Del.
Barry stuck his head forward to stare at her in a manner signifying utter
disbelief.
"Oh thanks a lot Barry," she said bitterly. "Tell everyone why don't you."
"It's not everyone, just Stevie and Lyn. I do reckon we should at least
be honest with them. We'd expect that," he told her.
She blushed deeply as we waited with bated breath.
"You heard about Barry losing his university research position and having
to go out to do field work again? Well over that six months' hiatus we were
really hurt financially. One of our top executives is a well-known rogerer
of female staff, so I went out to attract his eye at the time his assistant
was in the process of moving out, prepared to put out with him for the same
money that I'd discovered that Carol had been getting for being his weekly,
sexual playmate. I wasn't going to tell Barry at all, but I felt so guilty
after my first time I just had to."
"How did you attract him?" asked Lyn.
"I took all my skirts up fifteen centimetres, started wearing crotchless
hoseor stockings and not wearing bras or knickers."
Lyn blushed at her revelation, clearly visualizing herself similarly clad
in public. "And then?"
"I told him that I was happy to provide the same services as Carol under
the same arrangement if I became his assistant. He let me audition for him
there and then, pleased that I was prepared in my dress and bringing my own
condom and KY. I got the job and the raise that went with it, as well as my
monthly fee for personal service."
"And how did you feel Barry?" Lyn wanted to know.
"Well, I'd had this fantasy over Del doing it with another man or men for
ages, even selling sex, you know, the idea of a reluctant, nice girl having
a taste for slutty behaviour when she eventually tries it. I feel proud at
her initiative in saving us from losing the house and seeing us a very long
way ahead of where we would've been and pride at a lady who has many facets,
who can turn her hand to anything. What I'd really like is Del actually at
whoring, but we haven't figured how just yet. Our sex is pretty brilliant
now, particularly on the days she does it, then comes home to tell me every
detail."
Del nodded to confirm his thoughts on her activities.
"And you Del?" Lyn enquired.
"I feel pretty pleased with myself. The fact that Des wanted to sample my
wares right off kept me from any anticipation period that might have caused
me to chicken out, although I'd pretty well resolved to go through with it,
whatever occurred. He's all you could want in an older guy as a sex client;
urbane, moderately good looking, likes what I do and smells nice. I'd hate
to think it's all I can do as a job, but it makes me feel pretty daring and
proud as a second job."
"So you see it as a good career move?"
"Don't you?"
Lyn had to agree with her, but was under no illusion that it was a course
that she should follow, however as the weeks passed she often found herself
daydreaming about her being summoned to Mr Caruthers' office, requested to
undress and feeling his big cock slide into her as she lay spreadeagled and
naked across his desk. She had never confided in me in relation to her sex
fantasies, but one evening asked me whether I would want to know before she
put out for the boss on her initial effort. I answered in the negative, the
decision being hers alone to make, saying that I'd support her whatever her
choice was, although I hoped she would do it despite being fully aware that
if her initial experience was positive she'd go on with it as Del had done.
The fact that Bazza too saw it so positively dispelled any fears of my wife
becoming a harlot.
"Are you thinking more seriously about it now darling?" I enquired of her.
"No....well yes....no....I don't know really," she mumbled and told me of
her recent daydreams, asking me what they meant.
"Well, people do have fantasies, but they don't always want them to come
true. If they were to become a reality they might lose their appeal, but on
the other hand they might be very a powerful experience, life-changing even.
Like everything else though, you have to go through with it to know whether
or not it's for you, otherwise it'll remain a daydream and you'll die still
wondering. Mind you, it's better to stay on the safe side and not take any
kind of risk that could change everything you know now."
"Thank you my darling," she said drily. "That answered exactly none of my
questions."
A couple of months went by without her mentioning the matter, not even to
Del in my hearing, so I began to think that the idea had been filed away as
a 'no further action' subject. However, one morning as I dropped her at the
railway station I glanced back in the rear view mirror and saw a woman in a
saffron frock displaying most of her curvaceous, tan nylon encased legs and
attracting long, backward looks from several blokes. My momentary envy for
her partner suddenly became pride as I realized it was my spouse I saw and
resolved to get my nose out of the morning paper in future. It seemed that
she'd been raising her hems and tightening her dresses, little by little in
order to discover at which point attractiveness became provocation in the a
masculine mind. Perhaps, I thought, the idea was still gnawing away at her
consciousness and that made me so horny that I had to feign a sick tummy to
relieve my sexual tension in the toilet.
Alison Dewar's spouse had been posted abroad so she was leaving, creating
the need to find a replacement for Mr Carruthers' sexual playmate, causing
Lyn a degree of trepidation about what she'd decide to do if asked to take
the position. It was clear now that sexual favours were an unwritten clause
in the duty statement for personal assistants, but there was no shortage of
aspirants for the position as Mr Carruthers was deemed to be 'nice'. And of
course there was the step up in both pay and status as well as the 'bonuses'
paid into their mortgage account, so at least five women wanted the job and
all it entailed.
Well as matters transpired it was another married woman, Wendy Perrone, a
bit older than Lyn, who got the job. When Wendy eventually emerged from her
new boss's office she was blushing profusely, but a gleam of triumph shone
in her eyes after having obviously auditioned successfuly for the position.
Lyn could hardly believe she was sitting there envying a fallen woman's new
status as a corporate harlot who owed her position to a willingness to sell
her body as much as her skill as a company player, but she was disappointed
not to have at least been asked.
'What would I have said if he had asked me?' she asked herself, realizing
that next time any vacancy arose the question would probably not be merely
hypothetical, but a serious enquiry as to her preparedness for a corporate
casting couch. Would she be able to put all those ingrained moral precepts
behind her to embrace an activity that both excited and scared her so much?
She also knew the answer to the questions she'd asked on finding apparently
ordinary, respectable ladies prepared to prostitute themselves to further
their careers, despite the antidiscrimination laws; they did it as another
workplace challenge to overcome.
Later that afternoon she was called to Carruthers' office.
"Come in and sit you down Lyn," he said warmly. "Now, Wendy's moved into
Alison's slot as you know. Did you have any desire to fill the position?"
"I didn't think I'd be eligible," she said self-consciously. "I haven't
been here very long."
"Oh, length of service is no criterion, well not in itself, but I do have
three ladies who would be selected before you, if any one of them wants it.
The reason I mention this is that you seem obviously willing to perform all
the duties we expect of our lady executive assistants, as evidenced by your
demeanour and dress, and there will certainly be an opening for you here in
due course. However, it might be some time away and most ladies have more
immediate financial needs. I'm assuming you're in that position and seek a
position sooner rather than later, so I've recommended you to my colleague
Mr Patterson who was quite smitten when he saw you this morning. He's over
at head office so it would a good jump up for you."
"Well, I was really looking to stay here," she told him. "No disrespect
intended towards Mr Patterson, but I don't know him at all, but I know you.
You'd understand that it's important for a woman to feel secure in this
kind of close working relationship."
He smiled kindly. "Of course my dear, but if you do happen to change your
mind you should tell me as he hasn't any immediate replacement in mind, but
that situation won't last forever I'm sure."
She promised she would and felt rather pleased with herself in being safe
from any immediate need to decide upon her moral future while being seen as
a girl who 'will', at least until the next proposition came along.
One Friday night she arrived home late and a bit tipsy, unusually getting
another drink and claiming not to be hungry, but was subdued and apparently
contemplative over something she wasn't ready to share with me immediately,
even in bed. We did all of our Saturday chores and were thinking about what
we'd feed Del and Baz that night at dinner, but Lyn was still withdrawn and
I began to suspect that she'd done it at last. I waited for her to tell me
in her own good time, knowing she would, but nevertheless dying to discover
whether or not my wife had joined what our Minister used to call the 'frail
sisterhood'.
Lyn perked up after a few drinks and a couple of Baz's outrageous stories
about 'office romances' and the difficulty for younger employees in finding
a secluded spot to indulge in hiding the sausage.
The other's seemed to sense that Lyn had something to say, but waited for
her to speak. There was a pregnant pause until she looked around at all of
us before saying anything.
"I did it," she told us simply. "not all the way, but I sucked him off."
"Who?" I asked.
"Mr Elphinston, the relieving manager. Carruthers's on leave and Wendy's
off too, so he asked me to fill in after asking me if I was aware of their
arrangement. He obviously took it to mean I was prepared to put out, but I
had to explain that I hadn't yet done the deed and wasn't quite sure I was
ready to, when he put the hard word on me. Anyway he was very good about it
and said he was happy to wait for me as others weren't about to accommodate
him. Anyway, yesterday he asked me to lock the door to his office and let
him see my body naked, so I slipped off my frock and undies and posed in my
crotchless hose and shoes as he took out his doodle to wank. I felt rather
silly standing there as he played with himself and went over and stroked it
for him before kneeling on the carpet to suck his dick. He sat on the edge
of his desk and I on the chair as he played with my boobs until he came in
my mouth and I made much of swallowing it all. He asked me how I felt about
what I'd just done while I dressed again and I said that I found it so much
easier than I'd expected. But did I enjoy it, he wanted to know. I told him
I had and that I felt a lot less uptight over the prospect of going all the
way, although I needed to prepare myself for that."
"Do you? Feel better about it, I mean?" I asked. "Are you going to go all
the way?"
"If it's okay with you Stevie."
"You know it is my love."
"Tell me about your favourite fantasy again?"
"I'd love to see you being banged by another guy, really fucked hard with
you shoving right back and yelling with pleasure."
"Close your eyes and visualize it; my pussy, the big prick sliding in and
out all wet, a guy's bottom pumping hard, his muscular back, his neck, his
face....... Who do you see?"
I opened my eyes and looked directly into Bazza's gaze. "Barry," I gulped.
"He's yours," grinned Del as Lyn shed her button through dress to reveal
her nakedness beneath.
He whipped off his shorts and shirt as my wife lay back along the coffee
table and opened her legs widely to accommodate my best mate's cock for the
first time. He was uncircumcised and the heart-shaped purple knob was much
wider than the haft of his dark cock, stretching her thick, prominent inner
labia as he completely entered her willing pussy with a quick shove of his
trembling hips. His tool glistened with her welling love-juices as he knelt
over her writhing, jerking body to thrust as hard and as vigourously as she
needed him to. It was rough sex; no kissing, no caressing or fondling, just
hard pelvic thrusting to provide maximum vaginal friction.
"Oh, oh, oh oh, oooooh," she gasped at his fierce banging.
"Oh Christ Lynie! You're hot, seriously hot, babe!" his voice jerky with
his strenuous exertions toward their sexual relief.
They were on the point of orgasm when Delys quickly stripped off her few
garments and looked at me with one querying eyebrow raised above the other.
Needing no further prompting, I shed my gear and pulled her to the carpet
and into my embrace as we kissed deeply and each rubbed our exploring hands
over the other's trembling body. I was more than a little relieved to find
that she was so excited as I'd thought her experiences might have left her
rather blase about sex, but this and later interludes with Del, made me see
than the opposite was the case. She had become a very hot and sexually able
woman who enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving.
She pulled me over into her valley of pleasure and put my knob to her hot
juicy pussy before I slid my penis easily inside her willing vagina as Lyn
cried out ecstatically in orgasm. Delys held me tightly with her long legs
around my waist and her feet crossed high above my back as I pumped my hips
furiously at her exposed posterior region, my hard belly thumping loudly on
the moist backs of her thighs and buttocks, both of us panting and gasping
with our excited sexual exertions. I didn't make too much sound, due mainly
to shyness I suppose, but she knew the sounds and words and manual caresses
to encourage any bloke to the very pinacle of sexual endeavour. I couldn't
think while I was fucking, my whole being so focused on giving her pleasure
that everything else was just a sort of vague blur in the distance, knowing
that my orgasm would be unusually satisfying.
"Ooooh shit, ooooh dear!" she cried and I was in danger of fatal internal
damage as her hard legs tightened around my torso.
I spoofed a small squirt of semen into her body, having earlier made love
to Lyn, and clung to her as she convulsed time and again until I'd begun to
worry at both the intensity and how long her climax had lasted.
Both Barry's and my cocks hung limply after such our strong sexual bouts,
but our girls wanted things to continue from the quite mischievous looks on
their faces on returning from the bathroom. Del reached to tenderly squeeze
and fondle one of Lyn's tits before having the favour returned. In a moment
they were deep kissing, holding nothing back while their tongues probed and
poked each others' mouths, then moving to a head to head position then down
to mutually suck and nibble at the other's swollen nipples.
Lyn was in a supine position with Del kneeling above her on all fours to
let her friend make the pace in their love-making. Del moved her knees and
elbows further apart to lower herself over Lyn and get her mouth to a juicy
quim awaiting her attentions. I was amazed at Lyn's willingness to join in
after earlier making it clear that sex with another lady was a real 'no-no'
as far as she was concerned, her tongue exploring Del's pretty puffy pussy,
titillating her protuberant pink pleasure pearl and poking deep between the
folds of her inner labia.
Both women were making gasping and groaning sounds as they pleasured each
other, their bodies glowing pink and shining with exertion as they caressed
and fondled, apparently oblivious to our appreciative staring. My jolly red
rogerer was, by then, very hard and horny so I moved to kneel behind Del to
quickly slide it into her unctuous snatch as Baz inserted his prick into my
wife's cunt. My cock pistoning in Del's cunt made lewd slurpy, farty sounds
and pumped her love juices out over the backs of her thighs to moisten mine
as my abdomen slapped on her flexing buttocks. I felt Lyn playfully licking
my dangling balls and as she sucked them both into her mouth I came, unable
to hold myself back with that kind of intense thrill.
When I withdrew Lyn returned to her oral ministrations to Del's cunt with
Baz's penis sliding in her sheath and his wife's tongue on her clitty until
they seemed to come at once with a great convulsion of pure bliss. I felt a
bit left out at that point, but we've done it very often since and usually
achieve simultaneous climaxes.
*
When I dropped her off on Monday morning I could see that Lyn was nervous
and assumed that it was the day that she'd yield to the system and become a
company whore. I knew I still felt positively about the idea as I was hard
and horny, despite us having made energetic love earlier on the strength of
my 'morning glory', a condition which would last all day.
When I picked her up that afternoon she remained bright-eyed and slightly
flushed at her experience, talking rather loud and fast, however things had
gone well and had apparently left positive feelings all around. I couldn't
wait until we arrived home so I got her to tell me as I drove.
On arrival at work she felt as if others were looking at her in the sure
knowledge that she'd take that final step into life as a courtesan sometime
that day, but a decision she'd yet to take, although she was quite prepared.
Mr Elphinston looked at her appreciatively each time she brought matters in
to his office, imagining those long legs girdling his middle and her boobs
jerking and quivering at each lusty thrust of his hips, while she knew that
her time for consideration was up as far as a prospective relationship with
him was concerned. While sitting at her desk she removed her lacy knickers
and awaited his summons, determined to appear more decisive than she felt,
to show him that she was executive-assistant material.
"Lyn, have you finished with the Neumann dossier?" said the intercom.
"Yes sir, but I've had to order some much larger prints. Those originals
are too small and a bit too dark."
"Okay then, bring in what we've got right now."
She went in and they spent twenty minutes discussing the proposal for the
Neumann people before Mr Elphinston enquired whether she had decided on his
proposition. She stood and went to the door to lock it, close the venetian
blinds and turned to face him in an elegant pose as she unzippered the back
of her frock, letting it fall to the carpet and stand naked apart from her
stockings and high-heeled shoes.
"Oooh, lovely," he breathed in admiration of her tall, slender figure as
she strode across the room and around his huge desk to perch at the edge in
front of him.
Her thighs opened in invitation, prompting him to lean forward and poke
his tongue between the frills and inside her portal before moving it up to
circle and press the pearl-like protuberance to make her twitch violently
at the intense pleasure he'd caused her. He kept pulling and nibbling and
sucking and tonguing at her clitoris until the combination of excitement at
her situation and his attentions brought her suddenly and dramatically to
climax.
"Oh God! Oh stop! Please stop!" she groaned as he continued to tongue her
welling pussy. "It's too overwhelming!"
He stood up to unbutton his trousers, then slide his braces down over his
shoulders to drop his pants and shorts to the carpet. Leaning forward over
her he sucked her full nipples briefly before kissing her mouth deeply with
his practiced tongue which tasted of her sexual heat. She'd tried to reach
down to guide his rock hard penis to her juicy snatch, but he had found her
entrance with the knob and slid the whole thing inside her before she could
take a hold, causing another involuntary spasm as she'd only just finished
coming as he entered her.
He massaged her lolling titties as he slid his hefty organ in and out of
her drooling pussy with long, slow thrusts of the full length of his penis
while she encouraged him with both hands gripping his pumping buttocks and
her legs around his waist to pull his hips ever harder to hers.
"Ooh, you're so lovely Lyn," he grunted. "And you feel so tight and just
so young too."
She smiled back up at him, not feeling too particularly lovely in such an
immodest position as they fucked so energetically.
"I feel lovely too," she told him. "I feel sensual and voluptuous."
They shagged away at an ever increasing cadence until they were in a wild
gallop towards sexual gratification.
"Oh God! Oh God Oh God!" she gasped desperately. "I'm co-o-o-oming!"
With that she went entirely rigid and held her breath before an enormous,
involuntary spasm of the purest, unadulterared ecstasy swept over her whole
person, followed by a series of decreasingly intense convulsions of sexual
ecstacy. He drove his penis deeply inside her and similarly stiffened as he
gushed a copious quantity of his thick semen into her womb, the two of them
clinging to each other so tightly that they caused bruises, they discovered
later.
"Was it okay for you?" he asked her when their emotions had cooled.
"Great," she smiled. "No complaints at all."
"So we're a team then?"
"Yes, so far as I'm concerned anyway. I thought it'd be your decision to
make though."
"Because I hold the power and the money?"
She nodded.
"Well Lyn," he said sincerely. "Even if I am paying for your favours I'd
like you to put that into the back of your mind and see me as an avuncular
figure, your sugar-daddy if you wish, but we must maintain mutual respect
and observe a normal office protocol with our public behavior. When we are
working alone you call me Derek and, when we're more intimately involved, I
like 'Derry', if you can manage it. Okay?"
"I understand," she assured him. "I have no difficulty with that at all."
"Well, I must say that it's been an auspicious start to our relationship.
I thought you were wonderful and hope we can build upon that to expand our
physical horizons. Is there any sexual practice you find repellant?"
"Nothing in the way of heterosexual activity, but I won't be in bondage
or body waste activities. That disgusts me."
"Then we're in accord, my dear. You'd better unlock the door when you've
dressed," he said as they took their clothes into his en suite bathroom and
she needed a few tissues to prevent his semen from leaking from her twat as
she walked.
When she got back to her desk she realized, on thinking over her recent
experience with Derry, that she'd thoroughly enjoyed a fuck without feeling
anything but a general liking for her partner, not the love she felt for me
nor the attraction for Barry or Del. It was just business, she understood,
our mortgage being the bottom line in her relationship with Derry, not the
relationship itself.
Well life went on after Lyn's initiation to the ranks of fallen women and
she'd serviced Derek's needs several times every week, made love with me at
least daily and enjoyed recreational sex with both Delys and Baz following
our regular dinner dates. It seemed as if no time at all had passed after
her first assignation with her boss that she'd outstripped me as the prime-
mover in our sexual life, becoming not just confident in her sexuality, but
bold and unabashed at any activity suggested by either she or Del. However,
I was happy to let her take the lead as I'd previously had the feeling that
maybe she went along with my desires to ensure a simple life and I now knew
what she really enjoyed.
*
Due to a hierarchical reshuffle at head office, Derek Elphinston was soon
confirmed branch manager until his retirement in the new year, leaving Lyn
to make a decision as to where to look next for a patron. He'd taken her on
a couple of interstate business trips where, to his obvious delight, she'd
been able to give him an enthusiastic demonstration of her sexual talents.
It was also clear that he found the whole idea of relinquishing her body to
any other senior executive a very difficult proposition, but when the time
arrived was quite noble about things. She had three choices at head office
and picked George Patterson, the most senior, who had expressed a very deep
interest in her to Mr Carruthers the year before.
She'd met George on a few occasions, both working and socially, deciding
eventually that he was a nice man, despite hearing anecdotes about his hard
headedness and rigourous attention to detail. When he'd called her into his
office suite on the first occasion she had no difficulty or hesitation over
accommodating him sexually, there and then on his large desk with her skirt
up around her waist and bottom perched on the edge as he thrust manfully in
and out of her wet quim. Although there had been no foreplay her snatch was
quite juicy with anticipation and the intromission of his thick cock was as
much a thrill to her as to him. She had her slender legs about his somewhat
corpulent middle and he had unbuttoned her jacket, unfastened her bra and
massaged her jiggling, quivering boobs as he rammed hard and fast into her.
She writhed energetically beneath him for more than five minutes before she
felt the warning signs of imminent orgasm, waiting for his last deep thrust
before gently fondling his scrotum for a huge gush of warm semen inside her
womb, then going rigid as his tribute triggered her own climax in a torrent
of erotic sensation.
"Oh God!" she gasped at last. "That really was one for the thrillseekers."
"You don't have to flatter me," he grinned wryly. "I know I'm no longer
in my prime."
"Like the old bull," she laughed kindly. "But truly George, it really was
one out of the box, I promise."
That set the tone for their relationship which continues to the present,
their working relationship easily matching the sexual and our mortgage very
rapidly diminishing too. They became very close, enough for Lyn and I to be
invited to the Patterson residence for dinner-parties, making me feel more
than a little nervous until his wife, Liz, told me that she'd also used her
physical charms to advance herself. She'd served five nice 'masters' before
meeting George at a Bali convention where his personal assistant had been
seen by another executive who had been smitten and they'd all agreed on the
swap. Both George and Liz had been widowed, he to a cancer and she to a car
crash and, although it took nearly a year, they really clicked and realized
just how much in love they were.
"I'd been very careful with my assets and when I left the firm to marry,
had what I needed to realize my dreams and set up my own business, in both
cash and expertise. Now I'm worth much more than Georgie."
"Yeah," I mused. "I can see how you would be, with all the incomings and
few outgoings."
"So how do you feel about Lyn doing this kind of thing?" she enquired.
"It makes me very aroused, particularly in view of our sexually repressed
past," I told her with a precis of our history.
"You'd never know it to see her now," she told me thoughtfully. "Lyn's an
example of the truly liberated woman."
"Well I allowed her to follow her feelings in this, but I think that most
credit should go to Derek Elphinstone for his grooming and respect when she
started. It set her free to follow her senses."
"Have you ever had the desire to see them in action?"
"Oh yes!" I said. "You?"
"Yes, and I have."
"Seen them?"
"Yep, come and see," she bid me as I realized that George and Lyn were no
longer in the room.
We tiptoed upstairs into a darkened room where the only light came from a
window in the wall through which I could view a dimly lit bedroom. Lyn was
naked and knelt over Georges face as he ate her pussy and she sucked on his
erect penis. And what a penis it was: twenty centimetres if it was an inch,
she taking it deeply into her throat without difficulty. I felt a moment of
envy bordering on jealousy, but Liz seemed to sense it and released my cock
from my pants and stroked it as we watched them making love.
Of course I became more and more randy until I just couldn't help myself
from going the grope on Liz who seemed happy enough to accept my exploring,
squeezing hands about her trembling person. It happened so quickly that I
barely remember undressing, nether she nor I, and finding myself flat on my
back with her squatting over my hips as she slid her warm, wet cunt up and
down my vertical cock.
She was a fine figure of a woman, hard bodied from keeping fit, full tan,
corrugated tummy muscles and a mobile bosom, despite its having been raised
and enhanced by a surgeon. It felt so good to the touch and was obviously a
bit sensitive from her delighted sounds when I sucked and tweaked her erect
nipples which she'd playfully dangled before my eager lips.
Liz controlled our lovemaking, frustrating my desire to thrust harder and
faster, making it last longer than I would have preferred, but one couldn't
express that view to a lady, could one? She raised and lowered her bottom
slowly, tightening her vagina around my cock with each withdrawal and going
a lot less than slack when she came downward again. I remained on the point
of climax for at least three minutes, determined not to come first, but she
reached behind to jiggle my balls and I exploded deep inside her.
We lay together on our sides, still coupled with her long legs around my
waist, kissing gently in the afterglow of our lovemaking as she caressed my
back and flanks.
"Sorry I was so greedy," she told me in a husky whisper. "You can control
our next one."
"I didn't mind at all," I assured her. "I let Lyn make the pace to assure
myself that she wasn't merely doing things to keep me happy. I enjoy having
her make the pace."
"You like being a toy boy."
"Not all the time, but it is fun to let somebody else show you what they
like in sex."
"Would you like to be a toy boy, just once to find out what it's like?"
"With you as my mistress?"
"One of two. I've a friend who's never had sex with anyone other than her
husband. She wants to try it out, but without fear of discovery or becoming
entangled in an affair. You'd be perfect for our purposes."
"Okay, when?"
"Next time George and Lyn are out of town."
I must have dozed off about then and was vaguely aware of a silky, female
body snuggling backward into me and taking in my erect cock to gently slide
along its length with a lovely, moist love-pouch. I don't remember any real
outcome and by morning she'd gone. I found Lyn sleeping alone in the master
bedroom and a note on the dressing-table which apologised for their absence
and urged us to make ourselves at home until we were ready to leave.
*
George took Lyn off to Japan for a fortnight in their spring, a trip that
promised a rosy future for the firm if a deal could be brokered with a bank
there. Apparently another firm was also interested in a similar arrangement
with the bank and a fair degree of sensitive wheeling and dealing by George
and his team would be needed to ensure their success. Neither of us had any
inkling of what that might entail before she left, but suffice it to say it
required her to give much of herself for the cause.
George's negotiating counterpart at the bank was a Mr Watanabe, the most
formally polite man he'd ever met. He bowed at every meeting, no first name
familiarity permitted, even at a dinner party at his home where he referred
to and addressed his wife as Mrs Watanabe and a young woman named Ms Tanaka
who never spoke unless to interpret for Watanabe and followed him to record
every word spoken to or by him.
It appears that Mr Watanabe asked George about his relationship with Lyn,
the exact and detailed nature of their intercourse in all areas of working.
In that Mr Watanabe had explained the nature of his relationship with a few
geishas and had introduced George to this traditional form of entertainment
for Japanese men, he thought it only fair that he respond truthfully and at
length. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the hook until it was much too late,
after nodding while agreeing, but not really listening to his host's speech
about experiencing each other's culture and cultural exchange. Having dined
out and experienced the favours of a geisha and a pair of sexual-actresses
at Mr Watanabe's expense, George felt obligated to reciprocate, but wasn't
at all sure as to how he should introduce his problem to Lyn.
As things turned out, it was less a problem than he'd thought. During the
afternoon Sue had complained of feeling neglected by her boss who'd had the
opportunity to sample some local hospitality. She'd wondered aloud why they
couldn't be put to work to ensure their bid's success.
"I can take her with me," Lyn told George. "Two heads are better than one
for this job. Group hanky-panky isn't uncommon here. Might even be fun."
They met, as previously arranged, at a hotel restaurant where they dined
before taking an elevator to a suite which was obviously the venue for the
evening's fun and games. It was around then that the ubiquitous Ms Tanaka,
her notebook and mini-cassette, vanished from the scene and Lyn wondered at
this in view of her previous vigilance.
Both Sue and Lyn had dressed in short, black cocktail frocks with stay-up
stockings and super high, stilletto-heeled shoes. Mr Watanabe was quick to
change into a kind of loincloth which demonstrated that he was both aroused
and better endowed than they'd been led to believe that Japanese men were.
His prick was a good fifteen centimetres in length and upcurved so that the
knob was nearly in his navel, thick at the base in his crotch, tapering up
to an almost pointed, conical head of satsuma purple.
Sue stood and unfastened her little black number, letting it slide to the
floor before posing for Mr W who clapped in appreciation. She'd either come
out without undies or had removed them along the way as she was naked apart
from her shoes, stockings and gold ornamentation. She stepped over and took
his cock in hand while removing his scanty garment and lowering her face to
his crotch. His knob disappeared between her scarlet lips, then the entire
length of his penis down her accommodating throat as she sucked and tongued
it.
Lyn heard a muffled cough which sounded suspiciously like Ms Tanaka, but
there was nowhere to hide in that direction, just a mirrored wall. She took
off her dress, bra and panties and stood posing to await his pleasure.
"He wants you to sit on his face," Sue told her after Mr W couldn't make
himself understood to her. "He wants to eat your pussy."
"So long as it's meant figuratively, I think it might be a pleasure," Lyn
sniggered.
He looked a bit put out at the snigger, but laughed aloud when Sue gave a
translation, assuring Lyn that he wouldn't actually eat her. She made much
of looking relieved and he laughed again, grunting happily when she lowered
her snatch to his mouth and he began lapping lustily as she played with her
nipples to add to her pleasure.
It was very stimulating and she came in a few minutes, making way for Sue
who'd been sucking his cock, moving backward on her knees to sit in his lap
and engulf his dick in her warm vagina. She grasped Sue's firm boobs as the
other woman rolled and twisted her hips excitedly over his face, offering a
quivering-lipped mouth over her shoulder for Lyn to kiss fervidly.
Sue too came fairly quickly and stretched out alongside him to caress and
stroke them both with her experienced fingertips and palms, adding to their
pleasure as they undulated their hips to slide his cock within her unctuous
love pouch. His cadence increased as she tried everything she could imagine
to tighten her sheath around his slim dick, something he apparently enjoyed
if the sounds he emitted were any guide to his feelings. Each time her neat
bottom rose his hips thrust smartly upward with sufficient force to cause a
muffled clap where their perspiring bodies came together.
"Oh, oooh, oooh," Lyn gasped to let him know that her orgasm was imminent.
"Hei, hei!" he agreed passionately before ramming his hips hard upward to
squirt his hot semen into her womb and trigger a surprisingly strong finale
in Lyn.
He was very fit and she feared fractures or suffocation in the tightness
of his embrace as they convulsed delightedly in mutual orgasm, their sweaty
forms locked together as one until his muscles relaxed sufficiently for her
to breathe once more.
Eventually his sticky dick sagged from her drooling quim and she held her
labia together to retain their fluids as she headed for the bathroom.
As she bathed her crotch she noticed that there was another large mirror
on the wall behind the en suite door, at right angles to the one in the bed
room and having a two centimetre, circular hole near the edge, half way up.
She pretended not to have any interest in it and, after a quick squirt with
a perfume atomizer, rejoined the other two on the waterbed.
"He wants us to have sex together, you and me, to get him up again. Is it
okay with you? I've never done it, but the idea doesn't worry me, having it
off with you in this situation, I mean," Sue gabbled nervously, obviously
not wanting to be seen as one who had limits.
Sue stood and they held each others buttocks as they kissed deeply, their
hips rotating gently together, tits flattening together between their tight
pressed bodies. Lyn leaned back slightly and brushed her nipples across her
friend's before Sue giggled at the pleasure that it imparted.
"That's lovely, Lyn," she sighed. "Truly great."
She pulled Sue down on to the bed where they kissed before Lyn reversed
her position to approach her newest lover from the top of her head, kissing
her once more before moving forward to allow mutual nipple sucking. Moving
further forward she paused as they kissed and tongued belly-buttons and Sue
knew what was to come then, holding her hairless vulvar lips wide apart as
Lyn tongued her tingling clitty to have her jerking with pleasure.
Having never seen a snatch, not even her own, at that angle or that close,
Sue was a bit hesitant, but stuck out her tongue to taste it anyway. It was
obviously not entirely off-putting, so she poked and prodded at it with her
tongue before covering the whole vulva with her mouth and extending her wet
tongue as deeply down Lyn's hole as she could manage.
Mr W stood stroking his prick, but after ten minutes it was still looking
rather sad and droopy so Lyn signalled to her friend that she'd had an idea,
taking Sue by the hand and leading her to the bathroom. He looked somewhat
bemused as they left him, but expected that they'd come up with an entirely
satisfactory amusement for him.
Lyn pulled the wall mirror with her finger in the hole, opening it like a
door to reveal a very startled Ms Tanaka operating a big video camera, with
her hand down her panties. They hauled her out of there while she protested
with a squeaky voice in English, over to the bed where they quickly got her
clothing off to reveal a young girl's body. Her skin was as white and shiny
smooth as polished ivory, her trimmed black muff surprisingly bushy and her
vulva very red from her manual stimulation, a fact not lost on Mr Watanabe
as things transpired.
She wriggled and squealed as the other women held her down and kissed her
until she ceased struggling. Lyn went down on her pussy, sucking with great
enthusiasm until Ms T suggested that she'd like to try Sue's snatch, all of
them then arranging themselves in a triangle for mutual cunilingus. As both
women held her, Mr W knelt between T's legs, leaned over her and introduced
his love wand to her slippery snatch, entering her easily with one shove.
Her wriggling and protestations ceased when he developed a regular rhythm
of love, embracing him firmly and rolling her slim hips enthusiastically as
he thrust his cock manfully into her avid cunt.
When they'd finished, all four enjoyed an orgy of sensuality on the great
bed, each being intimate with each of the others for an extended period. Ms
T, her given name was Kiko, chatted with Lyn while Sue was fucking her boss,
saying that it was the first time she'd had sex in a hotel since marrying.
Apparently she and her best friend at high school had, as a bit of fun, got
chatting to middle-aged businessmen an a 'telephone club' where they talked
about sex, eventually becoming quite provocative, even pornographic. They'd
eventually agreed to meet guys near 'love hotels', but merely watched them
from a distance to see what they looked like.
When they were fourteen, barely pubescent, her friend liked the look of a
guy of about forty and went and spoke to him. They went into the hotel, got
a room and the guy wanted to photograph them naked. Kiko wasn't too keen as
the the man was her pal's problem, but relented on hearing how much he was
willing to pay and happily flaunted her naked body for him.
He wanted the other girl to sock him off, but she thought it was just too
disgusting and offered to have sex with him instead. He looked surprised at
that, knowing she was a virgin, but payed her handsomely for her cherry. As
it seemed not to have hurt her friend, Kiko agreed to his having her hymen
a week hence, under the same terms, but her defloration was quite painful.
Nevertheless she continued until graduation, almost five years later, going
on to university with a nice nestegg.
Unlike many of her classmates, she'd been selective, gaining a clientele
of regulars who weren't a chore to screw and who tipped well. She actually
enjoyed the sex, finding it a buzz when compared to the boredom of home and
school, feeling as if she were 'someone' in her other life, able to talk on
equal terms with grown men. When they'd started selling sex, more than half
of their graduating class, including the school captain and committee, were
into it too, causing Kiko to feel pretty grown up as she'd only known of a
dozen of her classmates.
"What were you two chatting about," Sue asked her as they closed the door
of the suite where Kiko was getting another dose of Mr W's dick.
"Just comparing notes," she grinned. "Apparently junior teen prostitution
is or was common here, you know, everybodys' dad screwing everybody else's
daughter, according to her figures. They thought it was what went on in the
West."
"I was thirty when I first whored," she grinned. "Some age discrepancy in
my case then."
"Do you think of yourself as a whore?" Lyn asked.
"Yeah, a company whore," she chuckled. "My hubby gets all horny over that
concept, loves it."
"Mine too. I was just thinking that if I'm not a prostitute I have really
earned my salary this week."
*
I went over to Liz's house for dinner one evening and met Barbara, a lady
of about forty years who was, I assumed, to try adultery for her first time
that night. Liz had briefed me to be compliant and to make a real effort do
whatever she wanted of me over the evening as the lady in question had only
learned of sex what her husband had wanted her to do for him. Liz had found
her porno videos to view in an effort to discover things she might later be
inclined to experiment with.
Like Liz, Barb was big busted and broad hipped, deliciously so I must say,
her flat tummy and muscular calves testifying to a regular exercise regime.
She was a very attractive brunette with a pretty, shy smile and apparently
of two minds about being there.
Things were a little strained during the meal; I could see Barb trembling
in anticipation of sex with a virtual stranger and genuinely hoped that I'd
give her an experience to remember. We took our coffee and brandy into the
lounge which was pleasantly warmed by a slow combustion heater and chatted
until Liz disappeared momentarily.
"I don't know how I got myself talked into this," Barbara told me. "I'm a
bit nervous about it all because I've been so conventional up 'til now."
"Liz persuaded you?"
"No," she told me. "Although she's told me all about her career as a lady
of easy virtue and her sleeping her way to the top, it was actually my next
door neighbour who introduced the thought to my mind. She'd discovered that
her husband and his assistant were closer than they ought to have been, but
he insisted that it was an entirely healthy relationship and that he'd have
no difficulty over her developing a similar relationship with some suitable
person in her firm. As things transpired she did, with her boss who'd had a
yen to get into her knickers for a time before that, and her husband was as
good as his word. In fact he seemed rather pleased that she was sharing her
sexual favours with another and they have no difficulty in discussing their
significant others with each other. I eventually mentioned it to my husband
who, like a guy would, thought it was a terrific idea and suggested that we
let each other have a fling with someone else every month, but no overnight
stays. I thought it was an appalling concept and resisted it until now that
I discover that everybody's having it off with someone other than their own
spouse. Perhaps it'd be better to do it openly, with my hubby's approval so
that there's no question of his not knowing that I'm off to sin. At least I
now find some excitement in the idea of being sinful."
"So how does your hubby fell about tonight: I'm assuming you told him?" I
said to her.
"Of course," she smiled, "and he looked like the cat which got the canary
with his grin."
"I know how he feels."
"You do? How?"
I briefly described Lyn's position to her.
"In fact she's in Japan right now and she sent me an email today to say a
deal had been done, but only after she and another lady from their firm had
put out as a sweetener."
"My goodness," she breathed. "Is that in the job description?"
"No," I chuckled, "but it is a matter of pride, I guess."
Liz returned wearing only mules on her feet and a transparent, pale pink
pegnoir over her naked body, indicating that Barbara should get ready too.
Barbara came back a little later wearing a similar outfit in white before I
left to see what they had in mind for me. In the designated bedroom I found
a silk dressing gown and in the ensuite was a enema syringe with my name on
a tag around the neck. An empty one had Barbara's name on it so I acted on
the implied request as it seemed that I might be in for something I'd never
tried before. It wasn't a bad sensation, but not good enough to convince me
to take a real pork sword up my rear orifice.
Back in the lounge room I found the ladies lying on a huge fur rug before
the fire, both naked and locked in a serious embrace with tongues exploring
mouths. I dropped the robe I'd been wearing for all of five seconds while
they got to their knees and sucked my penis by turns as I stood in front of
them. I found it hard to believe I wasn't just dreaming of beautiful mature
women looking up at me as they knelt to fellate me. When Liz divined that I
was about to come she transferred my penis to Barb's mouth before I spoofed
manfully into her throat, causing her to make a little coughing sound after
swallowing.
"Well, that was nice she said eventually. Never swallowed before so now I
feel pleasantly debauched," she smiled, blushing just a little. "But really
don't feel as embarrassed as I thought I would in doing it in front of some
other person."
"Just go with the flow," Liz told her. "There's nothing that should cause
you any embarrassment because nobody other than we three will never know it
occurred, unless you want to tell them."
Liz pushed her back to lie on the rug as we lay beside her and, following
Liz's lead, sucked and licked her jutting breasts while alternately kissing
her quivering lips. She pulled Barb's garment open and wiggled backwards on
her tummy to put her face to the other's crotch as she parted her thighs to
allow Liz full access to her furry quim.
"Ooooh, oooh!" she squeaked in surprise and pleasure. "That's really nice
for me. Do like doing it?"
"Yeah," Liz told her. "Love it. Want to try it too?"
She nodded her assent and, as Liz moved up to let Barb mouth her pussy, I
replaced her at her then vacant snatch. As we sucked and kissed the others'
nether parts we wriggled about until we were in a triangular formation with
Liz sucking my cock too. As I pulled and pressed at her clitoris with lips
and tongue I could feel Barbara's excitement building as her big hips moved
with increasing urgency until her perfumed thighs clamped firmly on my head
and spasms of pleasure rocked her taut body.
Before she could close her legs I got to all fours to crawl above her and,
taking my weight on my knees and elbows, slid my hungry tool into her moist
sheath to enhance her climax.
"Please stop, Steve, just for a moment," she gasped, as if in pain. "It's
all a bit overwhelming first time and I do want to savour it all."
We rested while I noticed Liz strapping on a dildo arrangement, carefully
slotting the big double dick into her vagina and anus before afixing a big,
red, curved vibrator into the fastening point over her pubic mound. She was
beyond Barbara's sight and I thought that she should have been the intended
recipient, but our hostess had other plans. As I gently thrust into Barb's
twat, Liz caused me violent thrills as she smeared my rectum with KY before
sliding the tip of the buzzing dildo into me.
As I'd previously done with Lyn, Liz carefully worked the device into my
anus, withdrawing a little then thrusting deeper with each shove until it's
whole length was within my straining hole. It didn't exactly hurt, but was
uncomfortable until she began sliding it in and out and I began to derive a
profoundly pleasurable sensation, due more to vibration than penetration. I
could also thrust my hips and, with a little effort, eventually found I was
able to synchronize my rhythmical movements with those of the ladies.
The vibration being transmitted through my cock was clearly exciting Barb
as she was clawing at my bottom in trying to pull my hips harder and faster
to hers while I thrust urgently into her love sheath. Neither displayed any
reserve as they gave full voice to the pleasure they experienced, although
I did no more than grunt and groan in a more manly mammer, both abandonedly
moving their bodies in a kind of sexual palsy.
I felt Barb stiffen when gripped by orgasm, clutching desperately while
she shook and shuddered hotly beneath me, moaning loudly and emotionally. I
am unsure as to what Liz did to me then; touched my prostate I suspect, but
I was overcome by the most sudden and violent climax I've known, feeling as
if my semen had lumps in it as I spoofed so hard.
"Lie on me. I want to feel you lying on me," she breathed raggedly seeing
me trying to support both Liz's and my weight.
I lowered myself carefully and heard her exhale hugely.
In due course we disentangled our bodies and moved slightly apart to rest
before Liz stripped the condom off the vibrator which had recently seen the
interior of my bowel and replaced it. Moving behind her friend she kissed
her neck and shoulders while pinching her thick, swollen pale-pink nipples,
lifted her upper thigh with her own and slid the buzzing plastic prick into
Barb's drooling pussy.
They were soon ready for more as they parted momentarily while Barb moved
on to her back and Liz lay on her kissing before coupling once more. It was
a sight to excite, two mature women of generous proportions, not at all fat,
with their smooth bodies pressing together passionately soon had me hot and
horny again.
Liz withdrew the vibrator and applied KY to its tip and to Barb's rosebud
before sliding the tapering knob in there and working it wholly within her
anus with a series of short thrusts. They then reversed positions with Barb
on top astride Liz's hips, lifting and lowering her broad buttocks to slide
the mechanical tool in and out through her tightly stretched rectum.
Liz looked at me before removing the humming horn from Barb's rear portal,
ripping off the french letter and reinserting into her cunt. I put a dollop
of KY on my knob and spread it around against Barb's gaping hole and thrust
it into her with relative ease, her lovely, broad bottom rotating in a most
voluptuous manner in time with my sliding cock as she salaciously vocalized
the intense pleasure she felt. She urged us both to shove harder and faster
until she'd completely lost control of her senses, swept up by an orgasm so
profound that she seemed to be having a seizure of some kind. Her sphincter
was clamping so hard on my dick that it was actually painful and her finger
nails drew blood from my buttocks where she'd reached around behind to claw
me.
"No, no, no more, please!" she cried as we began thrusting gently again.
We withdrew our various appendages from her as Liz stripped hers off, but
replaced the vibrator in her cunt and the one from Barb's quim went into my
posterior portal. The fact that my dick was fresh from another's anus seem-
ed not to concern Liz at all as she guided me in through her rectum to fuck
doggie fashion. Although the two of them had tired me out, I managed a good
performance for her and was rewarded with a loud, appreciative climax which
enhanced a fairly ordinary release for me.
We eventually showered and returned to the lounge for more; Barb wearing
all the gear to fuck our hostess before me as I shagged a still-coming Liz.
Barb left us about midnight and I awoke at around nine a.m. in something of
a state until I realized that it was Saturday.