As anyone who stops by here will know, I am a horny
bitch. But this new thing has taken me to an altogether different level. Every
time I move I can feel the little ball against my clit. The slightest shift in my
seat moves the soft, smooth black satin over my new jewellery and when I dare
to cross or uncross my legs the effect makes my cunt ache with intense
pleasure. My knickers have been soaking wet all day.
The fourth time I disappeared to the toilets to attempt
to bring myself a little relief I heard a tap on the door and Lora’s concerned
voice checking if I was all right. I slipped the catch and invited her into my
cubicle. It was completely obvious what I’d been doing, my knickers were down
around my ankles and my dress pulled right up with my right hand firmly planted
between my legs strumming my clit with the little gold ring resting on my
fingertips.
“Did
you ever get used to yours?” I asked, “It just makes me so horny. All the time!”
She pulled my hand away and looked at my pussy. She had
the same lupine look on her face that Paul had exhibited. She didn’t say
anything at first but she crouched down before me.
The palms of her hands caressed
my thighs through the fine nylon hold-ups I was wearing as I shifted my bottom
to the edge of the toilet seat. Her mouth drew closer to my cunt. I could feel
her breath against my wet pussy.
“Good”,
she
said, “I like it when you’re such a horny
little whore”.
She flicked the piercing with the tip of her tongue and
sent a bolt of electricity through my body. I grasped her by the back of her
head and forced my crotch against her face. I felt her tongue slip inside my
vagina and I knew that she would be able to taste the remains of the semen that
Paul had left in me. The realisation was enough for me to cum hard. The orgasm
she gave me was so intense that I had to grab a wad of tissue paper from the
dispenser on the wall and hold it against my mouth the stifle my sobs of ecstasy.
*
I couldn’t bear anymore contact between my panties and my
clit-ring, so before I went back to my desk I took my knickers off. It helped,
but I still found myself surreptitiously feeling my pussy occasionally. My
fingers were between my legs when the spotty boy from the post-room wandered
over and asked if Chloe was planning to join me in the pub after work.
He was
completely ignorant of the fact that she’d been fucked by the Irishman after their
last liaison. As I chatted to the boy, I didn’t give him the slightest
inclination that I’d watched Ted fuck the teenager after he had screwed her,
but the memory flooded back and beneath my desk I parted my legs and fingered
my naked pussy. He had no idea.
*
When Ted joined me, my colleague and my living sex-toy in
the pub yesterday evening I could see that he was anticipating a re-run of our
adventure at New Year. He had a rather confused look on his face when the
spotty-boy came back from the bar with a round of drinks, he must have thought
that my standards were slipping. It’s true that I have grown rather fond of the
lad over the last few months, but I don’t want to fuck him. However, it is as
plain as the nose on your face that Chloe does.
I do love Ted, it does give me an awful lot of pleasure
to share him with my friends and if I was a guy sitting in a pub with three
girls I’ve fucked – and fucked together
– I would doubtless be a completely arrogant bastard. But when the Irishman
sits with us he shows no kind of machismo and is quietly charming and attentive
to everyone. It’s why he is such a completely wonderful man.
When Lora had made her excuses and left to catch her
train home, Chloe began to get itchy feet. Neither Ted or me wanted to spoil
her fun, in fact we rather welcomed the opportunity to nip home in a cab and
spend some quality time fucking like rabbits. I made it perfectly clear that
the same rules applied as last week and then we left them to it.
In the back of the cab it took about ten seconds for the
Irishman’s hand to slip up my skirt. Discretion prevented him from taking a
fresh look at my now fully healed piercing but he’d brought me off before we
crossed the river.
When we got in I pulled off my dress and jumped onto my
bed, lying back and watching Ted undress. I was still wearing my bra and
hold-ups waiting for him to climb naked onto my bed. When he was kneeling on
the mattress I slowly parted my thighs. He looked at my cunt like we’d just met
for the first time, his wonderful cock stood erect and he masturbated slowly. I
invited him to taste me.
I knew that my cunt would have strong taste, I been fucked
by Paul in the morning, I’d spent God knows how long bringing myself off and in
the middle of the afternoon Lora had licked my pussy in the Ladies. He didn’t
care.
“You’re
such a slut Jayne”, he said as he came up for air, “I know just what you’ve been doing”.
I said nothing but gave him a knowing smile as I pulled
him up and over my body. He kissed me deeply. His mouth tasted of my pussy, my
dirty, horny, slutty pussy, and his cock entered my cunt.
We fucked hard. My new piercing pressed against my clit
by his pubic bone giving me a sensation that has never been matched. I became a
devotee of Missionary Position sex in an instant. My nails dug into his back
and ripped at the flesh of his buttocks as I pulled him harder and harder into
me. My pussy throbbed with repeated orgasms. I had thought at one point during
the day that I should try and keep a tally of the number of climaxes I’d
experienced, but as the Irishman’s wiry body ground against my clit they began
to merge into a blurry miasma of endless pleasure.
I was wailing ecstatic gibberish when he filled me with spunk.
His cock throbbed and throbbed as he splashed the wall of my cunt with what
seemed limitless cum.
I took a very long time for both of us to get our breath
back. Ted got up and I heard him rattling about in the kitchen making two gin
and tonics as I lay on the bed feeling his spunk dribble out of my cunt. I’d
fucked my boss and I’d the Irishman, just as I’d wanted to. I just wish they’d
had me at the same time.
It was Ted who broached the subject when he came back. I
sat up and sipped the drink he’d made for me as he told me that he loved the
taste of sperm in my pussy.
“I
don’t know why it turns me on so much. I just love to know that you’ve been
fucked by another man. I want to watch you gang-banged. I want to watch you
fucked over and over again. I want to see you cum around other guy’s dicks and feel
them fill your pussy with spunk. If your cunt is full of other guy’s sperm then
I want you to fuck my face, I will take away everything they give you and
replace it with something from me. I want to see you take other guys then come
back to me and need me to give that something extra, something that only I can
give you, something that will always make you mine, whatever you do, whoever
you do it with. Your pussy and everything about it comes back to me. It always
comes back. You always come back because… I bet that makes no sense whatsoever”.
I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. Something
inside me knew exactly what he meant, and I understood just where he was coming
from. It’s because he does give me something extra and when I fuck Chloe or
Paul or Lora or Alice, as long as he wants me, I will always go back to him.
That’s why I really do love him.
I was very nearly close to crying. I didn’t want that to
happen in front of him, so I took a large gulp from my drink. I had an ice-cube
on my tongue and I felt it chill my mouth as it melted and then I gave him a
blow-job.
He loved the feeling of his hot swelling dick in my
frozen mouth. It grew against my tongue as I wanked him off. Just because I’m a
bitch who can’t express my feelings it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate him, I
wanted to show him how much he means to me.
He lay on his back on my bed and I mounted him again. His
dick filled my slippery cunt and leant over him to kiss him. I could feel how
his pubic bone crushed my piercing against my clit as my tits were swinging
over him. My proud nipples brushed against his chest as I rode his cock. We
were in a cocoon of intimacy and neither of us heard the front door or the
sound of Chloe’s footsteps on the stairs.
When I gave her the words of caution as we left the pub,
I didn’t mean that she must return home this evening, yet she had come home and
she’d interrupted us. I sat up when she entered my bedroom. Ted’s dick was
still inside me and there was no way that I was going to go anywhere. I rocked
my pelvis over Ted’s hips as the teenager watched.
She blurted out, “He
didn’t make me cum!”
She had a face like thunder!
It was hard not to laugh. Although she had broken the
most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with Ted we couldn’t be angry with her.
Neither of us encouraged her but she threw her coat onto the floor and pulled
off her dress. It’s possible that I may have nurtured a rather expectant streak
in my protégée but before either of us knew it the teenager had climbed onto
the bed and placed her thighs on either side of the Irishman’s head. She
lowered her cunt over his mouth and although I couldn’t see him do it, I knew
from the look on Chloe’s face that his tongue was stroking her recently fucked cunt.
As she wrapped her arms over my shoulders and pulled me
towards her we kissed. Her mouth still had the faint flavour of sperm. The spotty
boy from the post-room had ejaculated in her mouth and had reloaded to cum in
her cunt, but he’d given Chloe nothing in return. In kissing her I discovered
that the lad had unusually sweet tasting semen.
She had learned that when it comes to men, sexual
expertise comes from experience.
Ted really is fucking brilliant.
