... or cock.
This was, I think 1997, so I was 20 or 21 depending on the time of year, which I can't recall. I
worked for {Comms Co] who were very rich and powerful back then. There were regular so
called 'conferences' in large plush hotels which were followed by lavish evening events, always
with a generously stocked free bars. OF COURSE the managers, salesmen etc were always
attempting to hit on the young, naive clerical and service staff, such as me.
Now.. one such manager was I man I will call Greg Stephens, and if you know me, you will know who I am referring to, as I have cleverly swapped his syllables about. We had TIERS in [Comms Co] so your line manager was a tier 1, their manager was a tier 2, their
manager a tier 3 and their manager a tier 4. By the time you got to tier 4 you were very high
up indeed, very well paid (c 100k a year, THEN!) and generally speaking, immensely confident.
'Greg Stephens' was married with several grown up children, but he had been having a
longstanding affair with a woman who I shall call Pat Caldwell. Again, if you know me and you
know who Greg is then you will know who Pat is. Greg and Pat were famous for their shagging
sessions at these events, she was very loud and vocal ....and he seemed to have superhuman
stamina! Lots of people had heard them through adjoining walls and from the corridors.
Greg was, at the time, in his mid fifties. I don't know exactly how old. His 'fancy bit', Pat would have been perhaps forty.
Unusually, Pat was not to be at this event, she worked for a different division and was
therefore not on the guest list for this get together which was hosted on top of the Schilthorn
mountain in the Swiss Bernese Oberland; a place called Piz Gloria which was the location for
the James Bond film "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" in the late 60s.
We'd eaten our meals and were milling round at the bar, when Greg came up and began really
really seriously coming on to me. I was aghast, I tried not to laugh at his efforts. He was ..
what? thirty five or so years older than me! How DARE he??
Yeah, well. He disappeared and returned, after a few more drinks his approach was welcomed rather more. As I mentioned above, he was confident and rich and powerful within the
organisation. It was also well known that SOME of the women slept their way up the
management ladder. Pat for example!
These high level managers would pretend to 'talent spot' some beauty for her brains and ability and perhaps even create a job for her. If they got a shag then the interview and
papersift were purely academic. It was the blow job that got you hired.
Greg was tall and well dressed but not, as you might say, well preserved exactly. He was a
somewhat cigarette stained character, who would once have been very good looking.
The evening wore on and he kept coming back to me and despite my attempts to upgrade him to some younger stud, the younger studs dropped back, when they saw who was coming on to me. They did not dare tread on his toes.
Finally I felt my cellphone ping, against my thigh, it was a text from Greg, giving me his room number - he'd left the party by this point - it was totally confident in it's approach, assuming
that I would up and leave and join him in his room.
You know what? He was right, as well!
I said goodnight to a few people and descended the stairs down a floor to where his room
was.
I knocked quietly at the door, which then opened. Greg was in the shirt and trousers, he'd
had on earlier, but he'd taken his tie off and his feet were bare.
I was in an ankle length, deep purple dress with a hefty thigh split and which exposed a lot of cleavage. Big tits (36E in those days) further enhanced by a wonderbra. The thigh split
hinted at the tops of black silk stockings and suspenders. I'd got the tiniest little black lycra thong on, this was before the g string was king.
"Come in" said Greg, mildly "Drink?"
I nodded. He was drinking red wine but he had white also. It was Swiss wine, I remember,
which I'd never had before, but it was fabulous and I guzzled it, as I was really REALLY
nervous.
Greg sat down in the rather dated chair and said simply
"STRIP for me"
'Fucking HELL' I thought ! Just like that? Stand here and STRIP?
I hesitated.
"Go on !" he said, smiling kind of smugly.
I turned my back to him,
"Unzip me" I said, grinning wickedly at him over my shoulder.
He stood up and unzipped the dress down to my arse. I held the dress in place as he sat back down very calmly.
I slipped the dress off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor, presenting my VOLUPTUOUS 21 year old arse to him, clad only in it's tiny thong stretched between my buttocks and
framed by my black silk stockings and slinky suspenders.
See pic http://erofiles.freewebspace.com/JBPuss.jpg
I turned back toward him and reached behind myself to unclip the wonderbra.
I held it in place under my big breasts before removing it for him. Then I held my breasts by
the nipples for him.
They were hugely erect.
Incredibly hard.
He stood and grabbed me: grabbed my tits, leaning forward to suck the nipple. I virtually saw
stars! He feasted on my incredibly sensitive teat, almost chewing the thing. He grabbed my
arse and began to pull my thong down. I'd got it outside the suspenders so he could take it off, and take it off he
most certainly did.
He knelt in front of me, to get a REALLY close up view of my pussy.
See (THIS IS THE SAME PIC AS ABOVE): http://erofiles.freewebspace.com/JBPuss.jpg
This photo WAS my profile pic from Xhamster, from which I have now been banned for posting
stuff too naughty for xHamster ! It dates from 2002 and shows how my pussy and bum would
have looked then, in Switzerland, including the stockings and suspenders. You might want
to have a tissue handy, boys! Mop up all that come!
BUT - STOP ! STOP ! Don't COME!!
SaAAAve it ;-)
I was smooth and shaved down the sides of my slit but had a (very razored - short) triangle of
pubes remaining, above my actual pussy.
Thus: (see little diagram) V (i)
My labia were already quite pumped up and juicy.... and getting more so by the minute. I had
experienced a strong feeling of trepidation as I descended the stairs to his room. I was
aware he was likely to shag me for an hour solid, if we got to that, as he was famous for with
Pat: with, of course, half the guests in the hotel and it's corridors listening in! I had imagined
myself, down on all fours, hanging on to the headboard for dear life, with him behind me,
mercilessly hammering away at my tender young hole.
OOH
My pussy was phenomenally wet inside and hyper heated.
"Oh my god you're SO beautiful!" he breathed from his kneeling position.
I was looking down at him, and he was in turn looking closely at my wet pussy, I was holding
onto my tits because they were aching.
"Get on the bed" he said " and spread your legs. Wide !"
I wasn't used to being 'ordered about' like this. Dominated, we would say nowadays. Most of the lads of my own age were not confident enough to do this with me, and slightly older guys I'd hooked up with were usually trying terribly hard to 'ingratiate' themselves sufficiently to
get their cocks up me and not wanting to upset me with this kind of thing.
Between you and me, I like it a LOT, and so do a lot of my friends if they're being honest. The same part of womankind who like hands around their necks or their hair pulled! Women are only recently starting to admit this, I feel. On bumper stickers.
So, I went and lay on his bed. The room was dated, very 1970's, as Switzerland was/is but the
bed large and luxurious with lovely linen.
I lay.
I spread.
Summoning all the confidence I could, I used my fingers to open up my pussy. The labia were
all stuck together with foaming juices. I was gently prising them apart.
He nibbled the tender flesh of my thighs above the stocking tops, before progressing to the
hairless sides of the vulva He continued by slipping his long, slinky tongue right up my hole. He still avoided my clitoris.
"OOF" I said as he began scooping the fluids from me. Straining to reach my g spot perhaps.
Whatever he was doing, it was heavenly. But GOD, when he finally started on my clitty he had
to get his hands round my thighs from underneath and hold me down. My bum was still
bouncing up and down on the bed as he licked at me, lapped at me, ate my pussy, swapping
between deep in the hole and licking and sucking my hardened clitoris.
I grabbed at my tits and squeezed them hard, almost torturing the nipples, pulling and
pinching them.
Finally I ground my crotch int his face/mouth as I grunted and came, hard , releasing huge
amounts of juice onto his face and dribbling onto the covers, pooling there.
"Oh JESUS" I moaned
Greg was giggling and wiping his mouth with bedlinen.
"Is That better?" he grinned, smugly.
I nodded, still gasping.
"Come here" he said, standing up
'Here we go!' I thought. Skanky old cock coming out for me to try to get hard.
Hmmmm.
"Kneel down" he ordered
I complied, kneeling in front of him. There was quite a bulge in his trousers. Definitely signs
of life in the elderly todger.
He undid his own belt and left me to do the rest. I unzipped him, feeling the pressure building from within. I dropped his trousers. He was wearing expensive - silk perhaps - boxers of the 1950's style. Like the Levi's "Heard It Through The Grapevine" ad. That may have been UK
only.
I pulled at the elasticated waistband, pulled it out, and released the beast.
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I now saw what Pat was always making so much noise about, echoing through the corridors of
power.
He was - firstly - quite INCREDIBLY hard! Like a teenager! Secondly he was pretty fucking
HUGE! At least nine inches and equivalent girth to my arm, where my wrist meets my hand.
My hand that was now wrapped around the thing, angling the head toward my open mouth. He
was uncut, with the foreskin in situ.... as in not retracted.
I have mentioned in despatches that, during my brief tenure at University, I managed to
regularly settle my bar bill by WANKING GUYS OFF FOR MONEY. I am, therefore, and was then,
an expert on cocks. I had had far more in my hand or mouth than inside me, as the lads could
not often afford that, and it was only ten quid for a wank, with the option of me being topless
and coming all over my tits for an extra fiver. Bargain, eh? You may or may not be interested
to know ....that two possibly three of the lads DADS turned up at my room with bundles of ten
pound notes!
I licked around the head and he pushed, rather impatiently, his knob into my mouth. I
opened, because I had to, really. I grabbed his balls to milk them for him. I wanted, frankly, go make him come relatively quickly once he was up me. I did NOT want him to be banging away at me for an hour or more, a la Pat Caldwell!! I gave him lots of eye contact, looking up at him, and sucking his big cock. I could, in all honesty, only just get my mouth round it.
He was clean and smelt only, very slightly, of 'sex'. I was nibbling the end with my lips and he was shuddering. I scooped his cock into the silky cleavage of my big young tits and treated him to a titwank with added dabs of tongue. He leaned back and groaned slightly. I was definitely having an effect on him! I always found the lads' toes started going when
they were about to come, but our Greg was not a trigger happy youth, he was a calm and
experienced lover!
He enjoyed about five minutes of my ministrations then he stopped me and told me to get on
the bed. He got me on all fours with my bum in the air, holding onto the headboard. Just as I had imagined, in fact! He came in behind me with his big hard cock in his hand, and statrted to push inside my cunt.
"Are you not going to use a condom?" I hinted
"I've had the snip" he reassured me "No need"
Of course the contraception element was only part of the issues, but Greg was not bothered and he was not to be deterred, either. He was already IN me, his cock had slipped through my pussy lips and was about halfway up inside me. His considerable length meant he had to take a couple of goes at it. Finally he was in me up to his balls. He was prising my buttocks apart with his thumbs. He began slowly, began fucking me, a steady rhythm, his stomach slapping against my peachy arse.
"Oh Christ, you feel good" he murmured "So FUCKING wet and hot, Jesus!"
My pussy muscles got a grip on him. He moaned as I did. I was grabbing at my tits with the hand that wasn't holding onto the headboard. Pulling the nipples, squeezing the titties hard. Greg began to pick up speed, he was pulling relatively slowly most of the way out of
me then SLAMMING back in, far faster. This is the way I LOVE to be fucked, by the way. He was very well endowed as I have mentioned but highly SKILLED also! It took about , maybe
twenty minutes of his vigorous fucking. SEQUENTIAL MULTIPLES if you're interested. Look it
up. When I am extensively aroused, i.e. when the foreplay is extensive and effective or when the situation is hyper erotic ( or both ) I can orgasm several times in succession, with gaps, which is 'sequential multiples' apparently. I just know I'M FUCKING COMING and then again and again. I was giving Pat a run for her money as regards making a fuss. Greg was
inspired by my vocal orgasms into fucking me even MORE vigorously. He was giving my arse a good spanking into the deal. Finally, after perhaps thirty minutes, I'd turned him on so much he could hang onto it no longer!
"Fuck, I'm going to COME!" he announced "Pulling out, get on the floor and kneel!"
He pulled back out of me, leaving me open, gaping and empty.
I knelt and he stood in front of me. I went to grab his cock and wank him but he wanted to do it himself. He let me suck the end a little bit, but pulled out of my mouth to wank himself in my face.
"In my mouth, not over my face" I asked
He was of course a perfect gentleman and obliged.
As if.
Greg proceeded to wank himself off all over my face, grunting guturally as he came and
came jet after jet. About 10 per cent only went in my mouth and the rest over my cheeks,
eyelids, forehead, hair etc. I swallowed the bit in my mouth.
"Thank you for THAT" I giggled
I excused myself and took a quick shower, cleaning myself of his come and spraying my pussy and ass with the shower jet.
I wrapped a bathtowel round myself and returned to the bedroom.
Greg was lying on the bed having a wank. He was still kind of half hard. It was still fucking big, even on the semi.
I got on the bed with him and he pulled the towel off. I went in to kiss him, as we hadn't even kissed yet and he was a GOOD kisser, really good. I was getting heated up again. He was grabbing my tits, alternating between kissing my mouth and sucking on my nipples.
I groaned as he started fingering me, again we'd not done that before but he was VERY expert in it, my clit was as hard as a little nugget for him and I was fucking soaking.
"Get on me. 69. Suck my cock while I eat you out" he instructed.
I moved on top of him, my cunt in his face, and his semi hard cock in my mouth where I licked and sucked and mouthed it and soon it was fully hard again, which is impressive for a man in his mid fifties!
He was tongueing my clitoris and pretty quickly he made me come.
"OH FUCK YEAH" I said, poetically
He was right down behind me, and I mean RIGHT down. He'd firmly parted the buttocks of my peachy arse and was sticking his tongue right up my bum hole!
Boys, girls, I'm sure you can guess what he had in mind??
Next little statement is plagiarised from Lyn but I agree:
The question "Do you TAKE it up the arse?" should not be asked. It's simply not polite.
"Do you LIKE it up the arse?" is more the thing.
"Can I make love to your gorgeous bottom?" is quite nice and quite a few lovers have sought to persuade me with :
"It would be a pity to WASTE this gorgeous bum of yours, wouldn't it?"
Nice approach, little cheesy.
Ask. Don't just DO. Ask nicely. Anal sex is a very personal thing.
So .. Greg was wanting my arse, big time.
What he said was
"Jo, I know you're only young and all that..... but have you ever tried ANAL?"
"Oh... You know... I havent ...boys have asked but I wasn't sure ...you know...how to do it and
neither were they and when they ...tried it hurt and you know....I thought I'd wait for an
EXPERIENCED man to come along and ....show me how it's done!"
All lies. Technically, the very first time I HAD sex was up my bum, the guy was (he SAID)
preserving my virginity. Dirty fucker.
"Well firstly we need to get you nice and relaxed and lubricated" he told me
He was sticking his fingers in my pussy and scooping out all my juices and he began sticking his wet fingers, two of them, up my arse. I was shivering at his touches. I love when you're on all fours and someone's prepping you for anal.
He got his tongue back in there then to finish the job. He was stretching my hole with his fingers.
Finally he got me onto all fours and moved in behind me, his cock in his hand.
He lined the end up with my bumhole and tentatively pushed.
"OOh" I said "It FEELS so big"
"Just relax" he cooed and not taking any of my nonsense he just pushed on through my ringpiece and buried his cock deep in my arse.
He held on to my waist and vigorously slapped my arse as he built up speed.
"OH CHRIST you've got a lovely arse!" he enthused "I wish you could see what Im seeing!"
I looked around and at my suggestion we rotated ninety degrees and then I COULD see in the mirrors the dirty old git plundering my sweet young bottom.
He was hammering away at me.
"I thought we'd have to go gentler than this!" I gasped
( Is there such a word as gentler? )
Greg didn't agree, RAMMING SPEED was his byword it seemed.
"Oh fuck" he groaned
I was wanking, underneath, rubbing my clit hard.
Then, all too soon, Greg was coming, spilling his seed deep in my guts and my frantic masturbation brought me to a shattering orgasm.
He asked me afterwards how it was for me.
"It was fantastic. I loved it" I told him "It hurts a BIT.... but it's very erotic, and it's just so
RUDE!"
He chuckled.
Then he told me as we had a bit of a cuddle. Yes really.
"Pat will be here tomorrow" he said
"So I need to make myself scarce?" I asked
"Actually no" he said, mysteriously
"You know she really likes you"
"I like HER, nice woman, she's always helped me...with work and that"
"NO" he said "Not like that. I mean she LIKES you. She wants you"
"OH! " I said "Wow. You mean she's bi? Oh. And she wants sex with me? Like she and I? Or the three of us?"
He nodded
"Have you ...dated women?" is how he put it
This time I was honest:
"I went to an all girl Catholic boarding school. So yes. A lot of girls!" I laughed
"SO ...you're cool with it?" he ventured
AND I WAS
Pat and Greg and I coming soon!!
Jo xxxx
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