Me and Mr. Jones
written by:
Fluffy_Kat

Me and Mr. Jones

<Kassandra Murdoch>

I am nervous. It is my first day at my new job. When I interviewed for the executive assistant position, I met with the head of human resources. The man I was hired to work for was recently transferred from another office and I have yet to meet him.

Tina Grayson, the head of Human Resources, told me that Mr. Jones used to work out of our local office but was transferred to California for a few years. He was recently promoted and returned to our office. Apparently everyone knows him and likes him including Tina who is a sexy buxom blonde. She had only glowing things to say about my new boss. It made me wonder if they were more than just "associates," if you get my drift. She had a dreamy look on her face when she talked about him and I do believe she even licked her lips.

So I'm thinking my new boss is going to be this impossible letch. From what I have gathered, he is in his late fifties and married. He must have some special powers though to get a hot muffin like Tina all googley-eyed. I decide I better dress demurely to thwart any lecherous attention he might throw my way.

Okay I'm a bit of a slut I admit it! I start out with a lacy purple bra and matching thong panties. What can I say? I like to feel sexy under my work clothes.

I decide on a black fitted skirt, a white blouse with French cuffs and a black cardigan. It looks professional and sort of geeky. I'm trying to remember if I still have a pair of non-prescription glasses from a Halloween costume a few years ago. I could pass for a virginal librarian if I did.

I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I'm short, only 5' 4", and I'm all tits and ass. I'm a big girl just not of the tall variety. I admire my hourglass figure in my librarian outfit. But it looks incomplete so I rummage through my closet and come out with some belts. I can't decide if I should belt the skirt or button up the cardigan and belt it at the waist. After going through a dozen belts, I call my roommate Genie into the room to ask her opinion.

I button up the cardigan and buckle a wide black belt around my waist. I look at Genie's reflection in the mirror and asked, "What do you think of this?" I turn left and right so Genie can get a good look at me.

Genie, dressed in just a pink bra and panties, is standing in the doorway with her right index finger tapping her lower lip. She is a short chubby blonde who happens to be totally unabashed about parading around in her skivvies. She says, "Hmmmmm...it you want a modest look, that's not going to cut it. You are emphasizing your tits and ass with it belted that way. Now if you want to seduce your new boss that might work beautifully."

I roll my eyes at her last comment and say, "Okay, what do you think of this?" I take off the belt and opened the cardigan. I fasten the belt around the waist of my skirt.

Genie squint her eyes as she says, "Hmmmmm...still shows your tits and ass but it is more modest." Genie reaches over and unbuttons one more button on my blouse. "There, that's better. You don't want to look like too much of a stick in the mud."

The unbuttoned button reveals a chunk of cleavage.

Genie goes back to getting dressed as I finish up. I put on a small black and white dotted scarf and red lipstick before taking a final inventory of my appearance in the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me looks attractive. She has short dark hair styled in an almost boyish do. Her 48DDs are standing at attention and showing their cleavage at the neckline. Her eyes are a bluish-green and almond shaped and her plump lips are hot and glossy. I wonder if I'm looking too hot for my own good and decide fuck it, if he tries something I'll take off one of my high heel pumps and crack his head open like a nut.

I yell to Genie that I'm leaving. She says something about staying overnight at her boyfriend's as I grab my keys and head out the door.

I arrive at work ten minutes early and report to human resources. Tina gives me a tour of the company, introducing me to so many people that I know damn well I'll never remember all their names even if I work there for twenty years. Then Tina walks with me to my new work area. My new boss shares a suite of offices with two other executives. I'm his assistant and his alone. Another assistant, an older woman works for the other two executives.

When we arrived at the suite of offices, Mr. Jones' door is closed so Tina plants me behind my desk and runs off to get some coffee. While she is gone, Bradford - my new boss- opens the door and asks me to come in his office.

I smooth down my skirt and follow him into his office with a notepad and pen. His office has a breathtaking view of the city. I mean it - it literally took my breath away.

He tells me to have a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He perches on the edge of the desk and his eyes make a beeline for my tits.

He is an incredibly good-looking guy and probably ten years older than yours truly. He has head full of gorgeous silver hair and deep-set brown eyes. He is tall with a former basketball player's look about him. Like the view, he takes my breath away.

I try to look all innocent and demure but it isn't easy with his eyes burning a hole through my bra. The girls are getting excited by all the attention and they salute him with their naughty erect nipples. I sigh, thinking this isn't going to end well.

He holds out his hand and introduces himself. I grab his hand. It's dry and strong. He hangs onto my hand a little longer than necessary and then, as he lets go, he caresses my palm. I'm wondering if it is some sort of secret handshake of seduction because it is working. Now my fuckin' clit is perking up and crying, "Lick me, lick me." I will it to shut up.

He tells me to call him Brad and asks me what name I go by. I tell him Kassie. It is short for Kassandra Amelia Murdoch.

I actually squirm under his gaze. I have the urge to plant his ass on the leather couch in his office, open his fly and see what sort of one-eyed monster lurks in there. I'm ashamed of myself because I have this slutty urge to kiss and bath it in my mouth. I swear I blush.

I'm awash with relief when I hear Tina's voice in the doorway.

"There you are. I see you two introduced yourselves." Tina turns to Brad and gives him a megawatt smile. She adds, "Hi, Brad, it's good to see you back."

Brad smiles at her warmly and I have the uncanny feeling these two have history together and it's not just the work variety.

Brad is still smiling as he tells Tina, "You are looking good, Tina. We will have to do lunch soon."

I smirk because he even winked at Tina. It doesn't take any stretch of the imagination to know what sort of lunch these two are going to have.

Tina smiles knowingly at him and says, "I'll call you when I get back to my desk and check my schedule." Then she looks between Brad and me as she says, "I'll leave you two alone so you can become better acquainted." Then she flounces out of the office. Yes, flounces. She sort of skips and bounces at the same time. I notice Brad's sexy eyes following her ass before she shuts the office door.

Brad didn't ravish me on his desk or on the couch. The rest of the day is pretty busy. I type up letters and memos for Brad and start on a report for him that's for the marketing division.

At 5:00, I'm straightening up my desk when Brad stops to ask, "Do you want to get a drink at the bar across the street to celebrate your new job?"

I see the wedding band on his ring finger and think I should be safe. How long can a married man stay out and what sort of mischief can he get into? Little did I know!

We walked over to The Raven's Inn. It is popular with area business people, attorneys and shopkeepers. The pub is quiet, meant to encourage conversation, and the lighting is fairly dim. Brad leads me to a secluded booth in the back. Many of the pub's patrons stop to say hi to him and make quips about business, politics, and football. I take it he was a regular before he was transferred.

When we are seated at the booth, an adorable chubby redhead rushes over to take our order. She is dressed in black slacks, a white shirt opened low enough to show her substantial cleavage and a black vest. She is also wearing a bowtie around her neck instead of around the collar of her shirt. When she places a bowl of peanuts on our table, she makes sure to direct her cleavage in Brad's direction.

In her Marilyn Monroe breathless imitation, she asks, "Mr. Jones, what can I get for you tonight?"

I raise my right eyebrow (I have the ability to do that). The way the girl said it, her demeanor, and Brad's warm smile all give me the feeling that these two have seen each other naked at one time. I'm wondering how many women in a one-mile radius this stud has bedded. I'm startled out of my imagination by the waitress who is asking me what I'm having. Brad smiles at her and she blushes while I ask for a glass of white Zinfandel. How much trouble can I get into drinking wine for cripe's sake?

We chitchatted for more than an hour. He told me about his wife, kids and grandkids. He did ask if I had a boyfriend. I don't by the way. I told him my divorce was final a few months ago and I moved here after the divorce to start a new life. He asks if I have any kids and I tell him no. I swear I don't have a maternal bone in my body.

I'm relieved. Brad and I seem like complete opposites. He loves kids and has a happy family life. I don't want kids and I have no family life - happy or otherwise. I doubt that he will try anything with me. After all, I'm a fat girl and all the women he has been eyeballing are smaller than I am.

All of our talking has gotten me thirsty and I'm on my fifth glass of wine. Why did I think I couldn't get drunk on wine? And these peanuts aren't cutting it. I need more nutrition and should have insisted on a full-blown meal. I'm feeling a little woozy.

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<Bradford Jones>

Hi, my name is Bradford Jones and I am a sexaholic! I admit it I love women all kinds of women. Fat ones, skinny ones, blondes, brunettes and redheads...I love them all. I can't get enough of them.

My wife and I have an arrangement. I don't bother her incessantly about sex and as long as I don't bring anything home, she doesn't mind my extracurricular activities. It is a wonderful arrangement.

Speaking of wonderful arrangements...my new assistant is driving me fucking crazy all day! She is wearing this sexy prim and proper outfit that does absolutely nothing to hide her fantastic tits and nice big round hips. I had a perpetual woody throughout the day. And my cock is hard now just being this close to her.

She is sweet too and funny. She shows me a tattoo on her right thigh above her knee. It is a snake wrapped around her thick thigh. I want to run my tongue along its scales and then start licking at her clit. I wonder what sort of panties she is wearing.

Good god, she's got me talking about my wife, kids and grandkids. I NEVER talk about them to any of my women. It is one of those taboo subjects. But here I am, blabbing away about Caroline and the gang. I can't believe I told this delectable sexy goddess that I took the grandkids to the zoo last weekend. How does she pull these things out of me?

My cock is throbbing and I have to do something about it. I ask to be excused and head for the men's room. I'm relieved to find no one in it as I enter one of the stalls. I sit on the can stroking my dick and imagining my hand is Kassie's mouth sucking and slurping on my cock. It gets extra hard and long at the thought of her.

When I feel the orgasm spread from my balls, I stand up and jerk off into the toilet. My milky cum spurts into the toilet. I close my eyes and imagine spraying my cum onto Kassie's big luscious tits. It's hard not to grunt as the last of my seed hits the water.

When I wash up and head back to the booth, I see Jeff Turrow from marketing sitting in my seat. The fucker tries to slip his dick into every new female employee. He pisses me off because unlike me, he fucks 'em and forgets 'em. Me? I like to keep my options open. I happily flirt and continue talking to women I have bedded. Jeff doesn't. I'm not going to let him break Kassie's heart.

I stand behind him and clear my throat. Jeff looks up at me guiltily and Kassie smiles.

Jeff quickly vacates the booth. His next comment is directed at me, "Sorry, I better get back to my table." He tips his head at Kassie and returns to the table where half the marketing department is waiting.

I tell Kassie to watch out for Jeff that he is a ladies' man.

She takes a sip of her wine and licks her lips. I want to kiss her so fucking bad it hurts. And she smells heavenly. Her perfume is soft and powdery smelling. I wonder if her pussy smells as sweet.

Suddenly she asks to be excused and she heads for the restroom. How I would love to be a fly on that wall!

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<Kassandra Murdoch>

Oh. My. God. I am fucked up. I don't know what kind of freakin' wine I'm drinking but it is some strong ass hooch. I'm surprised I made it to the ladies' room without falling on my face.

I take a long pee, hoping to dispel all the evil Satan water from my body. When I'm done, I start wiping myself and my little clit is standing all proud and ready for action. I clean myself up and then start stroking it with my fingers. I have to admit, I am a Master Masturbator!

I close my eyes and imagine my fingers are Brad's tongue lapping at my engorged clit. It doesn't take long for my pussy to get all slippery. Fuck, this feels wonderful! Someone comes into the ladies room and I try to quietly make my cat cum. When the other woman flushes her toilet, I let go with a gasp and my pussy sprays cum into the toilet. It almost sounds like I'm urinating.

I wait for the other woman to leave before exiting the stall and washing my hands. I'm hoping Brad doesn't think I'm weird for spending so much time in here.

I walk back to the table on rubbery legs that don't want to do what my mind is telling them. I see the waitress flirting with Brad and I get a little peeved. It must be that fucking wine making me crazy.

She scurries away at my approach and Brad looks up at me with concern in his gorgeous brown eyes. He asks me if I'm okay.

I smile and tell him I'm fine but I should get going.

He stands up and he towers over me. Even in heels I don't come up to his shoulders. He offers to drive me home.

I'm thinking I must look pathetic for him to make that offer. I tell him I'll call my roommate and see if she can pick me up.

I get out my cell phone and dial Genie's number. It keeps ringing and finally goes to voicemail. Then in my clouded stupor, I remember she said she was spending the night at her boyfriend's. It's some anniversary and they feel the need to fuck to celebrate it. I hate her right now.

Brad notices that I'm not getting an answer and says, "It's not a problem to drive you home, really."

I smile at him and agree. We walk towards the front of the bar. People are saying their good-byes to Brad. He even seems popular among the guys. At the door, he tells me to wait while he gets the car. I sit at a table near the door where I have an unobstructed view.

I'm wondering if I should seduce my boss when I feel someone sit down next to me. I look and it is Jeff Turrow aka Mr. Persistent.

I hear, "Hey, Kassie. Do you need a ride?" Jeff gives me a worried look.

I tell him, "No, I'm waiting for Mr. Jones to bring his car around. He offered to take me home."

Then he asks me, "How would you like to go out to eat sometime? We could go somewhere right after work."

I normally don't date/fuck co-workers. It gets messy. I tell him that but it doesn't stop him.

He is just about to protest when Brad pulls up in front of the restaurant in his Mercedes ML63. I'm thinking ooo-la-la. I practically run for the safety of the big SUV.

I climb in and my skirt rides up my thigh. I try to pull it down without looking too conspicuous but it isn't working. Brad is eyeing up my thighs.

I fasten my seatbelt and proceed to give Brad the directions to my apartment.

I'm relieved that he doesn't try anything. He looks like he is tempted but he keeps his hands on the steering wheel.

He pulls up in front of my apartment building and turns off the car. He turns to me and asks, "Could I use your bathroom? I've got to piss like a racehorse and I live about thirty minutes away."

I wonder what sort of repercussions could occur if I turn him down. I decide I better play it safe and invite him in.

As we walk to the door, I can feel his eyes glued to my ass. I'm a little creeped out by it and turned on at the same time because he is my boss and he is probably ten years older than me. We enter the lobby and wait for the elevator.

Brad looks around, "Nice place. How long have you lived here?"

I keep my eyes focused on the elevator. "About four months. I moved here from LaCrosse. Genie, my roommate, was my best friend through college. She talked me into moving here."

Bradford smiles. "I'm glad she did."

I gulp.

We get on the elevator and ride it to the sixth floor. Brad follows closely behind as I make a left out of the elevator and take my keys out to open door number 604. He is sniffing my perfume as I unlock the door. It's a little unnerving. He follows closely on my heels into the apartment.

Our apartment has a wonderful view of the city. A balcony stretches across the living room and my bedroom. The furnishings are retro with some interesting pieces from the 1950s and 1960s. Brad is looking at our music and DVD collection when I tell him the bathroom is down the hall on the left.

I go into our small galley-like kitchen and put a pot on to boil for tea.

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<Bradford Jones>

I listen for her roommate as I walk back towards the bathroom. I don't hear anyone except Kassie making noise in the small kitchenette.

My cock is rock hard and I'm tempted to jack-off but think she might get suspicious at the length of time I spend in the bathroom. Plus I want to fuck her so bad it hurts. So I take a piss, stroking my cock a little and wash my hands.

I go into the small kitchen and watch Kassie as she gets some cups down from the cupboard. I love the look of her breasts when she is reaching up.

I thank her for the use of the bathroom and startle her. She apparently didn't hear me enter the kitchen.

She has her hand over her ample bosom as she chuckles, "You're welcome." She looks down at the teapot and asks, "Would you like some tea or coffee?" Then she sees my wedding band and nervously says, "Oh, I bet your wife is wondering where you are. I won't hold you up if you have to get home."

I move closer to her while she has her back turned and she is fussing with the cups. I want to grind my hard cock against her oh-so-delightful ass.

I tell her, "My wife is still in California supervising the move. I'm all alone this week."

The teapot starts whistling, causing Kassie to jump. She turns down the burner.

She asks, "Would you prefer coffee or tea? I have oolong tea and green tea."

I answer "Oolong tea is fine." I have no fucking idea what oolong tea is.

Kassie pours two cups of tea. She turns to carry them into the living room when I grab the cups out of her hand and placed them on the counter. Then I grab her, pull her close and kiss her hard.

God her tits feel great against my chest! And that remarkable ass! I spread my fingers and grab it to pull her closer to feel how much I want her. I'm rewarded with a loud groan.

She is a wonderful kisser too. Her mouth has just the right saliva consistency. I hate wet sloppy kisses. Now wet, sloppy pussies are something else!

I whisper in her ear, "I want you so fucking bad it hurts. Can you feel how much I want you?" I place her hand on my cock and gasp at her touch.

When she doesn't move her hand away from my fly but starts stroking it instead, I hoist her onto the counter while pulling up her skirt. I 'm grateful she isn't wearing pantyhose. I am still kissing her as I move my hand up her soft, velvety thigh until I touch her lace panties. I ease my fingers around the little band that goes up the crack of her delightful ass and start rubbing her clit. It immediately springs to life and she lets out a deep growl of approval.

Being tall has its advantages. With her sitting on the counter, my dick is at the perfect level to be inserted into her very wet pussy. As we continue to kiss, I undo my fly and let my slacks and underwear fall to the floor. I step out of them. She eagerly grabs my bare cock and starts stroking it. Dammit! I want to cum so fucking badly I'm almost in tears.

I push her hand away and pull her closer to the edge of the counter. I insert my cock into her waiting pussy and it feels so incredibly awesome, I don't know how to describe it.

Her pussy is soft, wet, and surprisingly tight. Then I feel her muscles expand and contract, I realize she is making her pussy tight as a virgin's. Holly shit! I have to look down and watch my cock easing in and out of her cat. I push it upwards to make sure it rubs against her clit. She practically howls with delight.

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<Kassandra Murdoch>

Holy shit! My ass is on the counter and my skirt is hiked up to my waist. This man, that I have totally underestimated, is fucking the hell out of my pussy. He is surprisingly long and hard. He is ramming himself into me so forcefully that my head keeps hitting the upper cabinet door. At this point, I don't give a shit because he is making my kitty purr.

I have my legs wrapped around his ass while he is pumping into me. He unbuttons my blouse. I am so fucking eager for him to play with the girls; I take my blouse and cardigan off and discard them in the sink. He sees my big girls and goes crazy! He expertly reached behind me and unhooks my bra and eagerly removes it. Then he grabs my tits with his big hands. He still can't hold all of them. Then he grabs my right tit and starts sucking like a hungry baby on my nipple. Shit! It sends an electrical charge straight to my clit and I cry out.

Wouldn't you know my loud cry turns him on even more? He starts sucking on the left one as his hand plays with the right. I howl again and he starts fucking me faster.

Then the fucking bastard takes his right hand and starts playing with my overly sensitive clit. Just the slight touch sets me off and my pussy just gushes from the climax. Now it is his turn to growl like a tiger.

He leans into me as he slows his pace and growls in my ear, "You have such a fuckable pussy, Kassie. I don't think I can ever get enough of this. How in the hell am I going to get any work done with you around?"

Just those few sentences set me off again and I cum. He feels the second rush of cum juice on his cock and quickens his pace.

I was holding onto the edge of the counter but now I arch my back and lean back onto the counter. His cock is rubbing like a motherfucker against my clit and my pussy starts singing and splashing his dick again. I think I yelled, "Oh, fuck!," as I climaxed yet again.

Then the fucker clamps down on my right nipple and I yelp. Not out of pain but out of surprise. Another wave of bliss hits me like a freight train. I cry out his name.

That must have been the magic word because he pulls out of me, pulls me downward and shoots his cum all over my tits. When his creamy fluid has been fully milked from his cock, I start swirling it around on my tits making them all glossy. Then I stick my hand in my mouth and suck off his cum. It reminds me of raw oysters.

He gets excited just watching me. Putting his hand on my pussy, he starts scooping up my plentiful cum. He smears it on my breasts and then inserts his fingers into my mouth. I suck hungrily and he moans. When I have cleaned off his fingers, he starts licking and sucking our mingled juices on my breasts.

Each time he hits a nipple, I cry out.

He finally collapses against me and I kiss him. He is an awesome kisser. He's not wet and sloppy. His tongue duels with mine and I grab him around the waist and pull him closer. I feel his cock start to swell as it bobs against my extremely wet pussy. I giggle against his lips.

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<Bradford Jones>

This woman brings out the beast in me. Normally I'm good for one good fuck and then the rest of the time I spend with a woman is totally oral. But this fat, sassy minx has my cock growing again.

When I told her I didn't know how I'd get any work done with her around, I wasn't joking. When I fucked Tina in H.R., I had a hell of time spending any time around her at work. I couldn't help myself one afternoon when I was in her office. I told her to close the blinds and I bent her over her desk and rammed my long cock into her cunt doggy-style. She had to bite her hand to stop herself from screaming. She is a loud one.

And this one, she is going to be in my office every day. How am I going to stop myself from fucking her on every surface of my office?

While I kiss her, I'm going over various fucking scenarios in my office. I'd love to have her sit on the edge of my desk while I sit in my office chair and eat her pussy. Of course, I'd love to do her doggy-style bent over my desk while we face the windows in hopes of someone seeing us fucking from the building across the street. Then there is the leather sofa. I can see me on her and her on me while we slide around on the leather. I could perch on the edge of my desk like I did today and have her suck my cock while she is sitting in the chair. I'd like to fuck her standing up against the door so people could wonder what the noise is. And then there is my bathroom. There are a few possibilities in there too.

I finally pull my lips away from hers and ask, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

She jumps off the counter and leads me back to her bedroom. Her bedroom furniture is like something out of the fifties. It is sleek and angular. Everything is off white in color - the furniture, the bedspread, the walls, the lamps; everything except the painting above the bed. The painting is a beautiful nude of a dark haired beauty. She is lying in a field of daisies. Her arm is over her face so you can't tell who it is. Her large breasts are fully exposed but one leg is crossed over the other, hiding her pussy from view. Below the arm across her face is a huge smile; above it are gorgeous blue eyes crinkled up in laughter. She looks like she was just royally fucked and is very happy about it.

I take my eyes off of it and see that Kassie has pulled back the covers on the bed and has totally disrobed. She is easing down onto the bed. She sprawls out looking like a neon sign flashing, "Take me! Take me!"

As I quickly remove my clothes, she tells me her husband painted it. I'm tempted to ask her about her relationship with him but decide not to.

I say, "It's as gorgeous as the real model." I wink at her.

She laughs and I recognize that smile from the painting. I eagerly crawl onto the bed next to her and start playing with her huge tits.

She pushes me back on the bed and kisses me. God, she is a wonderful kisser! I could lock lips with her all night. Her hands are roving over my chest and then they start moving downward. My breath catches in my throat as she gently pets my growing cock.

She is moving her lips down, down down...oh, fuck...she has my cock in her warm, wet mouth! I watch her as she moves her lips up and down its length. My cock is wet from her saliva and she is sucking it like nobody's business.

Oh, double fuck! She is swirling her tongue around the head. She sucks hard on the very tip and I feel some pre-cum ooze out, she licks it away with her powerful tongue.

Damn this woman! She slides her mouth down the underbelly of my dick and then takes my one nut in her mouth and sucks. She playfully giggles when I groan.

She looks up at me with those big, blue eyes and I want to shoot my cum in her mouth so bad. Instead I tell her to lie on her back.

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<Kassandra Murdoch>

Brad's cock felt wonderful in my mouth. Call me a wonton slut but I simply revel in making a man's cock get hard with my mouth. There is something so empowering about it. I can feel him getting ready to climax and I look up at him. He has this look of bliss on his face that is so satisfying. When I first look at him, his eyes are closed and he moans. Then he suddenly opens his eyes and sees me. He gently yanks on my hair and asks me to get on my back.

I do as he asks. I lie on the bed next to him, thinking he is going to shoot his load all over my chest or something. But he surprises me by going down on me with such abandon that I howl. And I wasn't quiet about it. I put my arm over my mouth and bite down on my meaty forearm.

Brad is doing exquisitely beautiful things to me with his magical tongue. Now I know why Tina in human resources seemed to have such glowing things to say about this man. I know why the chubby waitress at The Raven kept throwing her plump tits in his face. I imagine an army of women all working within blocks of our office building who go to sleep at night dreaming of this man.

He starts off with teasing flicks of his tongue. When my clit swells up, he starts sucking on it like it's a nipple. Oh my god! What a heavenly sensation! I climax once and my pussy gushes onto his face. I'm worried that he is going to get grossed out. I had one lover who thought I was peeing on him and he actually slapped me while telling me I was a dirty cunt. I freeze up. But it seems to have excited him more and he pushes his face into my cat, sticking his tongue up my pussy.

He stops long enough to tell me, "Your pussy is so fucking wonderful, Kassie. What am I going to do around you at work, huh? I will want to eat this pussy out all day, every day." Then he goes back to rubbing his face in my cat.

He sticks a couple of fingers up my pussy while his mouth is still assaulting my clit. I let out a growl as I climax yet again. He slurps up my gushing juices like it is some magical liquid. Then he sticks his thumb in my pussy and is swirling it around. I know he is looking for my g-spot and he finds it after a few seconds because I groan when he hits it. While his mouth is sucking my clit and his thumb is fucking my pussy, he inserts one of his wet-from-my-pussy fingers in my ass. He is sliding his thumb and middle finger in and out of both holes. I start squirming around and whimpering. He suddenly stops.

I was just about to climax for my ... what the hell is it ... hundredth time ... and he stops. I open my eyes and watch as he starts moving his body over mine. And then I catch sight of his beautiful long, hard cock positioning itself over my pussy. I squirt a little just at the thought of feeling him inside me.

He grabs my legs under my knees and hoists them onto his shoulders. Then he stabs me with that remarkable, magnificent dick of his. The rush of feeling him fill me up makes me cry out. He is moving slowly inside of me as if to tease me. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip.

My pussy is making loud popping noises as he slides in and out of me. It reminds me of the time when I was in college. I had to have been around nineteen. I was sharing an apartment with Genie, my current roommate. We both had jobs while we attended school and during an off night, we tended to fuck like bunnies while the other worked. Well that night, I was riding Todd, my boyfriend, on our living room couch. He had brought a porn film and we started watching it. About a third of the way through it, we started making out and then started creating our own porn flick.

My pussy was popping. It was all slurpy and sloppy with juices from my multiple orgasms. Neither one of us heard the back door. We lived in an upper flat that had both a front door and a back door entrance. I'm riding Todd and that boy had some stamina! I must have climaxed twenty times and he was still rock hard. He was sucking on my nipple when I heard a gasp and it wasn't coming from him or me.

I turned to look at the doorway leading to the kitchen and I saw Genie standing there with her hand over her mouth and her eyes open wide. I felt another climax coming on and I didn't rightly give a shit if she was watching. I continued to ride Todd while ignoring her.

Then I heard Todd catch his breath. I opened my eyes and he was staring across the room. I turned to look at Genie as I continued to ride is wonderful cock.

She had removed her panties and had her leg hiked up on the arm of the chair. She was petting her cat as she watched us. When I saw her, she had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. Todd saw her too and I could feel his dick quiver with excitement.

Suddenly Todd yelled, "Oh fuck!" I felt his cum explode inside of me. I continued to ride him as he grunted, groaned and finally whimpered. I milked every last bit of cum out of his thick cock.

Then we both heard Genie let out a cry as she had an orgasm.

I'm remembering Todd's amazing stamina and passion. After that we all ended up in bed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

After that episode, Genie and I often took care of each other's sexual needs when there wasn't a man around. We found out that we have a passion for pleasuring - it doesn't matter what gender our partner is. It is also why she wanted me to move in with her. We still bring each other to climax when the need arises.

But back to the business at hand...Brad brings me to another climax. It's one of those orgasms that starts at your g-spot and bursts like a firecracker, sending sparks all over your body. My body shakes and shudders and I cry out Brad's name. He must like hearing his name because he thrusts faster. This time I have tightened my kegel muscles and I feel another mind blowing orgasm coming on.

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<Bradford Jones>

Oh, fuck, Kassie's pussy is fine! My cock head is throbbing soaked in her juices. Her pussy is hot and wet.

She has another orgasm and gushes pussy juice all over my cock and balls. I keep hammering away. I know I'm not going to last much longer. I grab one of her delectable nipples in my mouth and suck on it like I'm dying for a sip of milk. My balls feel like they are going to burst and I can feel the cum rolling to the tip of my dick. I clamp down on her nipple with my teeth and she instantly has another orgasm. I blow my wad into her hot, tight pussy.

I roll off of her and lie on my back. My dick, balls and pubic area are soaking wet with her juices. I'm thinking I died and went to heaven. I grab her hand on the bed next to me and give it a squeeze.

I tell her, "You know I'm going to go nuts around you at work, don't you? I know I won't be able to keep my hands off of you."

She laughs, "I'd much rather have sex than work."

We both started laughing.

"You know we can't fuck like bunnies at work. We have to get some work done."

She sighs as she says, "Yeah, I know. Does this mean I'm fired?"

I laugh. "Oh, fuck no, my dear! I'm keeping you around for a long time."

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<Kassandra Murdoch>

Brad and I do get some work done during the day but we also get in our fair share of fucking. During my second week at work, his wife has completed their move into their new condominium. All his kids are grown and living on their own so it is just he and his wife at home. She doesn't work outside the home but she volunteers with a charity at least thirty hours a week.

I got freaked out a few weeks later when the two of us are fucking. Brad has me bent over his desk and is pounding the hell out of me doggy-style when he gets a call saying his wife is on her way to his office. Talk about ruining the mood! I pull down the hem of my dress and he tucks himself back into his pants as he walks towards the door and unlocks it. I sit demurely on the chair in front of his desk looking like I'm going over my notes. A minute or so later, his wife Caroline knocks and he lets her in. It was my first time meeting her.

She is a sweet person with a bad case of rheumatoid arthritis. Brad told me after our first fuck session that he never planned on leaving her. He loves her dearly. He blames her poor libido on the medication she is taking and explains that she doesn't mind if he strays as long as he doesn't bring anything home.

Caroline said she stopped by to say hello but I think she came to check me out. A co-worker in another department warned me that Brad's wife always checked out his secretaries because she figured he was banging them. They told me not to be surprised if she shows up unannounced just to meet me.

Needless to say after her visit our fuck sessions cooled off for a few days but resumed their former vigor within a week.

Today, Brad is sitting on the leather couch, his pants are down around his ankles, and I'm straddling his lap with my skirt hiked up to my waist. I'm riding his sweet, hard cock like a wild pony. I love this position because (1) I'm in control and (2) I can get deep penetration. I've got his cock rubbing my clit and banging against my g-spot. And, boy, does it feel wonderful!

He is sucking like crazy on my nipples. They are bright dark pink, fully erect and glisten from his saliva. I have an awesome orgasm that makes me want to cry out but I loudly whisper his name instead as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I feel him explode inside me and I continue to ride him until he whimpers and begs me to stop.

I have collapsed against him, his hands are still cupping my ass, when he says, "I have to go to a conference in Miami in a couple of weeks. I want you to come with me. Can you go?"

I smile against his sweet smelling neck and say, "Of course."