“Eat my pussy! Eat my pussy,” she kept moaning.
I didn't want to let this girl down, so I worked my tongue as fast as I could to please her. This was one hot lady.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she grunted now as I lapped up her juices.
Standing up, I lifted her and turned her toward the wall, pushing her skirt up and ramming my cock into her from behind. She was moaning like crazy, and moving her ass like a piston. I grabbed on to her hips and pumped hard into her, wanting to make her squeal. She put her hands against the wall and thrust backwards, twisting her buttocks against me. We were in perfect tune with each other as we fucked ourselves senseless.
As we were grinding away, we heard the door to the bathroom open, and immediately became silent, afraid that someone might discover us. We could hear one of the stall doors closing, and the rustle of clothing, and then the soft sound of a woman tinkling. We remained locked and silent, my cock deep inside her pussy. Then there was a flush, and the sound of the woman's shoes on the tile, and then the squeak of the door as she left.
We resumed our fucking, harder than ever. My cock pounded into her for what seemed like an hour, in and out, in and out. I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands, then moved one hand up to her mouth. She took my finger between her lips and began to suck and lick it, the way she had done to my cock.
That was enough. I exploded into her cunt, and as I shot into her I felt her pussy contract as she began her own climax.
As soon as I withdrew she turned around, bent down and put her lips around my cock to suck it clean of our juices, causing my body to shudder even more.
Quickly we put our clothes back together. We kissed long and hard for a few seconds, then got the hell out of there before we were discovered.
Dino figured out where I had been when I got back. He said Sandra had waved to him as she returned to the bar to get her tray. A few minutes later she brought us another round of beers.
“This one's on me,” she said with a smile.
I never did get her phone number, but whenever I want to see her I know where to find her.—
R.B., Virginia Beach, Virginia
NIGHTTIME GUARD FINDS A BIG SURPRISE ON HIS LONELY ROUNDS: A NAKED REDHEAD
I work as a guard in a Federal building here in Washington. One night a few months ago I was working the graveyard shift (eleven at night to seven in the morning) and as usual at that hour things were pretty quiet. You get to know the workaholics, the ones who never seem to go home, but for the most part the place is deserted.
On this night I made my first round through my section, took note of the late workers, then checked in with my control to say that everything was quiet. I met with some of the other guards for a break before heading out for my second round.
About halfway through I heard sounds coming from an office where I had thought no one was working. There were no lights on in there, so I pulled out my weapon and very slowly opened the office door. I still couldn't make out what the sounds were, so I groped for the light switch and turned it on, crouching and pointing my gun toward where they were coming from. But what I saw I was not ready for. She was about five feet three, one hundred ten pounds, redheaded, and buck-ass naked. She was sprawled in a chair with her hand between her legs. She had obviously been pleasuring herself, and from what I'd heard had been enjoying it very much.
I was so stunned that I forgot that I was standing there with my gun pointed right at her. When she saw me she screamed. I snapped out of my daze, put my gun away and backed out without a word, closing the door behind me. But I waited in the hallway, because I knew that office wasn't hers, and I had to know what was going on. I figured she was a secretary using her boss's office, and as it turned out I was right, but I had to know for sure, as part of my job. So I waited.
About ten minutes later she opened the door. She had slipped on a dress, but in my mind I still saw her naked. She was nervous and embarrassed as she haltingly tried to find words to explain. Once I ascertained who she was I told her that no explanation was necessary, and that I wouldn't report her to anyone. I even apologized for staring at her. She looked relieved, but she was still blushing. We had moved back into the office during our conversation, and now I turned to leave. And that's when things changed.
“Officer,” she said suddenly. “Did you like what you saw?” Taken aback, I said yes, and started to leave again, but she had another question. “What part did you like best?” she asked.
Not knowing what else to say, I said I hadn't really gotten a good look, which was a lie. “Look again,” she said. “And this time take your time.” And she took off her dress. There was nothing under it.
There was a tent in my pants that I couldn't hide. She looked down and checked out my condition, then looked back at my face with a gleam in her eyes. She walked up to me and tried to remove my equipment belt. She couldn't get it open, but that didn't stop her. She just dropped to her knees, pulled my zipper down, reached in and pulled out my prick.
There I stood, fully dressed, loaded weapon and all, and an erection that would not bend. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it nice and slow. She kissed the head and ran her tongue around the hood. My whole body was shaking, my eyes rolling back in my head, and all I could see were stars. I felt the warm wetness of her tongue as she slid it the length of my staff and back again. Then she took it into her mouth.
I could hear her moaning softly as she slid her lips down over my shaft, and I could actually feel the vibrations of that sound go through my cock. I don't know how she managed it, but she took the whole length of me into that fine mouth, until I felt the velvet softness of her throat caressing my cockhead. Her tongue brushed across the underside of my prick, once, then twice, making me gasp, before she began to bob her head slowly up and down.
One more minute of that and the night would have been over. I pulled her up to her feet and drew her against me. Her hand still stroked me as we kissed for what seemed like hours. Finally we broke apart, and I had her sit up on the desk as I undressed.
As she sat there I stared at her again. I started with her gorgeous face and let my eyes move down. Down to a set of tits that seemed hand-picked for her body, with nipples hard as bullets, and about the same size. Down to her tiny waist and her fine curvy legs. As I looked she spread those legs apart to show me her sweet pussy. Naked now, I lowered myself to the floor in front of her and spread her thighs still wider, bringing my mouth to her cunt. Her juices felt like warm soup on my lips. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and probed her opening as deeply as I could. I heard her gasp, and she stiffened. I went on licking and nibbling, my hands meanwhile tracing the soft delicious flesh of her thighs. When I began to lick and nibble at her clit, she came and came hard, her buttocks nearly clearing the desk as she arched in climax. I think if I hadn't held on to her with both hands, her thrashing would have broken my neck.
Before she came down to earth I stood up and placed my dick at her opening. I was ready to push myself into her when she put both hands on my butt cheeks and pulled me in all the way with one smooth move. We froze for a minute before starting a hot and frantic run for the gold. There was no holding back; we were fucking each other hard and fast. Grunts, groans and the slapping of two hot sweaty bodies were the only sounds I heard. When I blew my load she was right with me. It was like two cars in a head-on crash on the freeway.
When we pulled apart I heard my radio calling for a check-in, as it was past my regular report time. I called in and said I was in the men's room, and that everything was fine.
As we got dressed I told her that I would be sure to check that office the next night—just to make sure no one was there. She said that was a great idea. Now I check it regularly, and I find her there at least twice a week.
I love my job.—
S.Q., Washington, D.C.
ON A BUS TRIP HE LEAVES THE DRIVING TO THEM, BUT DOES THE SCREWING HIMSELF
Unable to afford a plane ticket to San Francisco from New York, I found myself boarding a Greyhound for what I thought would be a long dull ride. Boy, was I wrong!
I met Cheryl in line at the bus station. She had her hands full and I offered my assistance. The bus was crowded, so we ended up sharing a seat. It turned out that she was bound for Hawaii and had to catch a plane in San Francisco.
Cheryl was an attractive brunette of about thirty, with long trim legs and a shapely behind. As we talked, she seemed to be flirting with me; but as I was only nineteen at the time, I thought I didn't stand a chance. As the miles rolled by the conversation became more intimate, and by nightfall we were openly discussing our sexual pasts.
She had been recently divorced, and had had many experiences with swapping, multiple partners, and lesbianism. Whatever the problem with her husband had been, he had obviously lost out on a great deal.
Now I'm a musician who's been gifted with a longer than average cock, so I'd been lucky with girls. Never with a woman, however. But that was about to change.
As she whispered her naughty confessions, my cock grew in my jeans until I was sporting a raging hard-on. I tried in vain to conceal my bulge, but before long my cockhead was nearly protruding from my waistband. I'm sure she noticed and enjoyed the effect she was having on me, but she didn't let on. It had been a long day, and we finally went to sleep under a blanket on the cramped bus seat.
The next morning we awoke in each others arms. I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she'd ever been with a younger man. She said, “No, but I'm thinking about it.” With that she smiled and kissed me softly. In a moment the kiss became more passionate, and I thrilled to feel her tongue slipping into my mouth.
Needing no further encouragement, I pulled the blanket over us and began to touch, grab and fondle every inch of her body. I slipped my fingers up the leg of her cutoffs until I reached her warm, wet panties, and stroked her through the soft fabric. She moaned in my ear and quickly grabbed my crotch. As she squirmed against my hand, she told me how she'd seen my bulge and couldn't wait to get her hands on my member. With that she unzipped my Levi's and my boner sprang free. She cooed with delight as she squeezed and stroked me. She spread my pre-come over my cockhead, and then slowly licked it off her fingers while staring into my eyes. This woman worked wonders with her hand, bringing me to the brink of orgasm several times, then squeezing the tip of my cock until the throbbing subsided.
Soon neither of us could stand it any longer. Cheryl kept repeating, “I've got to have that dick!” She then said she was going to the restroom at the rear of the bus. She told me to wait for a minute and then follow her in there.
I sat there thinking about baseball to reduce my obvious eagerness as she walked to the restroom. The “Occupied” sign flashed on over the door. I waited a minute or so and then walked to the back of the bus. A passenger in the back said, “I think someone's in there.” I just smiled and stepped inside.
Cheryl had undressed completely, and she hungrily undressed me as well. By then I was hard as a rock again. I couldn't get enough of the sight of her body. Her breasts were round and firm and beckoning. I kissed them again and again, and fingered her dripping snatch. She turned to face the mirrored back wall and positioned herself with one hand on the sink and one on the safety railing thoughtfully provided by the bus company. Her ass stuck out toward me, so shapely and beautiful. I stood behind her and slowly slid into her velvety pussy. She groaned and begged me to fuck her hard. I obliged with long deep strokes, until my balls began slapping against her ass. I held on to the railing with one hand, and with the other began to rub her breasts and fondle her nipples. The bus lurched and bounced over the road as I fucked this sex-crazed older woman. She began to come as I touched her clit while banging her cunt as deep as I could. She reached between her legs and grasped my balls, squeezing them gently. I felt her pussy muscles milking my cock, and I felt my load building inside me. She begged me to come in her cunt, and I exploded with a shout, pumping what felt like an ocean of come into her hot snatch.
We gathered up our clothes and dressed quickly. The small room reeked of sex as we stepped out, ignoring the stares of our fellow passengers waiting to use the john.
We had to change buses in Chicago. On the new bus I made sure we got the seat at the very back, since it was wider and more private than the one we had before.
That night we were able to stretch out. We had removed our shoes and sat facing each other with our feet in each other's lap. Cheryl began stroking my crotch with her toes, so I did the same to hers. Before long she was breathing heavily. Then she said, “There's something I've wanted to do since last night.” She slid to the floor, concealed by the seat in front of us. She lowered my zipper and freed my hard-on, then began to kiss and lick my swollen cock like a woman possessed. Her lips wrapped over the head of my dick and she slowly worked me into her mouth. I felt her tongue slide along the underside of my shaft as she took me deep into her throat. I'd never had anything as good as this, and I was amazed as I fucked her mouth with wild glee. Again, she teased me to the brink many times, only to pause to let my passion diminish. Finally she looked me in the eyes and said, “I want to swallow your load.”
She went back to deep-throating me while her hands caressed my balls and shaft until I couldn't stand it anymore. As I began to come, she pulled up far enough to let me shoot my load into her mouth, then plunged my rod deep into her throat again before I had even finished. She swallowed every drop and milked me dry with her mouth and hands.
We then switched places and I serviced her wet, hairy cunt for what seemed like hours. She was biting her hand to stifle her screams as my tongue licked and my fingers probed and my lips sucked her clit. She came many times, and finally pulled me up to her, kissing her hot juices off my face and whispering how much she'd enjoyed our session.