Explaining to do

It’s been a quiet day in the office. Paul said that he would buy me the stainless steel brute, but I would have to give him a blowjob in the toilets this afternoon. I was given a choice; either responding to tedious emails, answering phone calls from irritable customers and mucking about on Facebook or watching my boss wank himself off, playing with his heavy balls and sucking his big velvety smooth glans. I think that the latter combination makes for a more entertaining Friday afternoon. I thought about it for about ten seconds – then quietly went down the hall to meet him to the gents.

As I was kneeling on the floor in front of him, I was only slightly concerned that his spunk might end up in my hair and that I’d have some explaining to do, but I know Paul well enough now to be able to predict exactly when he’s about to shoot his load. I made sure his cock was firmly down my throat at the critical moment. Feeling his dick throbbing in my gullet nearly made me gag. My eyes watered but I held his cock deep in my mouth as he ejaculated over my tongue, only letting it out when I’d taken his final weakened spurt. I swallowed his mouthful, then licked and sucked him as he shuddered at the attention his hypersensitive dick received.

I think I still have some explaining to do. I’m sure Lora will want to know why I’ve suddenly wiped off my mascara and others will wonder why I have wet piss marks on the knees of my jeans.

A bag and a half of sugar

Lora said I should persuade Paul to buy an “njoy eleven” for me. 

Without doubt, it’s a thing of beauty. I could probably keep it on the coffe table; even when Mum and Dad come around for a visit.

“Just think about how much fun we’d have”, she said.

I think Paul would buy it for me. He’s spent considerably more on some of the underwear he’s very keen to see me wearing for him and I’m sure he’d love to see so many inches of stainless steel disappearing into my cunt as I put on a display for him before he fucks me. 

It’s just that I wonder if his cock will feel as good as it normally does after I’ve fucked myself with a dildo that apparently weighs more than a bag and a half of sugar!

Two things

Two things occurred to me on Monday morning as I sat at my desk after Paul had given me a right anal seeing to.

1. Nana’s lime green Christmas knickers were probably the most comfortable panties I could have been wearing at the time.

2. A little bit of jealousy had done something quite powerful to Paul’s libido.

 
I made a mental note to give my grandmother a call that evening. And I sent Ted a text message to suggest meeting for a drink some time soon.

Collapsed against his desk

Because my job isn’t very often client facing, I don’t often have to wear a suit to work. But yesterday morning I did. I put on my best tailored interview suit with the fitted jacket and the pencil skirt that comes just below my knees. I also wore my black patent leather court shoes with the four inch heels and a white silk blouse. I wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. The old uniformed security guard at the reception desk commented on my smart appearance and my early arrival and I gave him a cheerful but noncommittal reply.

I walked to my desk, quickly unzipped my bag and slipped my spare panties into my top drawer. Then I headed to Paul’s office, knocked on the door and waited for his invitation to enter as I felt my nipples harden and push against the material of my blouse.

He opened the door for me and I stepped inside as he closed the blinds in the window to the rest of the office. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but he looked calm as he shut the door behind me. “Please come over here”, he said. I stood in front of his desk as he’d asked and I put my bag next to his briefcase. He stood behind me and helped me out of my jacket. He placed it next to my handbag on the table then reached around my body and cupped my tits in his hands. He played with my taut nipples with his palms enjoying the free movement of my breasts beneath the silk as he kissed my neck.

Without saying anything else he unbuttoned my skirt and pulled the zip down. My skirt fell off my hips to the floor and it pooled around my shoes. He said nothing as he looked at my bare legs and naked bottom, but he pushed me between my shoulder blades so I had to lean against his desk. “Good girl,” he said eventually. 

I looked over my shoulder and saw him open his flies. His cock was already hard and he stroked it slowly as I watched. He reached forward and rummaged in my bag on the desk, looking for the tube of lubricant he knew would be in there. I heard the top click open and the squelch as he squeezed an amount into his open palm. He coated his erection liberally with it then pushed against my back with his slippery hand. I knew that his hand-print would show up on the fabric for the rest of the day.

Without saying another word he teased my arse-hole open with his greasy fingers, then I felt the tip of his hot slippery dick against my bum. My fingernails dug into the top of his desk in anticipation of him entering me. I relaxed as he eased forward and my arse-hole let him inside me. He was gentle but firm as his cock moved deeper inside until I felt his hip-bones meet my buttocks; his big dick filled my arse and I groaned with pleasure. Then he began to slowly withdraw.

I just wanted him to push back inside me and own me.

His tempo increased and I reached between my legs to play with my clit. He grunted with each thrust and his audible desire brought me closer to cumming as he fucked me harder and faster. I closed my eyes and collapsed against his desk when my climax hit, my tits pressed against the surface of the table as he moved forward with me. His dick never left my bum. Orgasmic ecstasy flooded my brain and with one of his hands around my neck, he pinned me against the desk as he continued to fuck me hard. I opened my eyes and realised my face was only inches away from the photograph of his wife that Paul kept next to his telephone. I focussed my eyes on her pretty face that smiled out at me and his cock throbbed and erupted into my arse with a deep resonant pulse that left me utterly sated.

Leave your knickers at home

Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I sent Paul a text telling him just what happened after his “family emergency” made him miss our lunch date.

He’s texted me back and asked me to arrive at work at 8 o’clock Monday morning. He doesn’t want to sack me. He wants me to leave my knickers at home and bend over his desk as he fucks me up my arse.

Can't wait

Lora told me today that she’s going to get her clit pierced. 

I can’t wait to see her cunt.

Fuchsia Pink

I’ve found an exciting use for the knickers my grandmother gave me at Christmas. I’m pretty picky about what panties I wear. Generally speaking I only buy black or white knickers and I usually like a g-string. They're not always absurdly expensive, but it is fair to say that I do like nice lingerie, so when I opened a five pack of brightly coloured cotton briefs on Christmas morning I thanked Nana pleasantly but thought I’d only wear them when I was on my period.

Yesterday morning I was getting dressed and when I opened my underwear drawer, the fuchsia pink briefs from my grandmother’s present had made their way to the front. “What the Hell, I’m just going to work”, I thought, but as it happened, I ended up in a pub beer garden by the river in the early evening waiting for the football match to kick off.

I sat with my friend Lora, telling her about how I’d met Ted and wondering if I should let our boss know what he’d missed. We were both wearing short skirts and she noticed that a handsome young man was watching us nonchalantly. I decided to have a little fun with him. With face my turned to Lora, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them again easily as he watched. I glanced at the guy and saw him grin to himself and I realised that the vivid pink would have flashed between my legs. I certainly held his interest, and after a while I let him have a second flash, but this time I didn’t look towards him. From the corner of my eye I saw that he rose to his feet and left his friends to come over to us, but before he came near I asked Lora to come with me to the toilet.

Once inside, Lora laughed at my outrageousness. She told me that I have no shame, and I giggled with her. Knowing that the guy was enjoying the view up my skirt I pulled down my panties and put them in my handbag. Then I changed my mind, pulling just enough of the material out of the bag for it to be seen.

When we returned to our table, the guy was back with his friends. He looked over at us as I put my handbag on the table and he spotted the smallest piece fuchsia pink cotton sticking out in the sunshine. Thanks to Nana, he knew that now I was naked under my skirt and as he stared blatantly at me I slowly opened my legs enough for him to gaze on my cunt for a few moments before we got up and left the pub.

Throbbing in my grasp

The Irishman in the toilet called himself Ted. I enjoyed his impetuosity, and loved fucking his face. I’d already taken the day off work, so it was never going to be difficult to end up in a Marylebone hotel room. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind us he began to undress. I was still wearing my clothes. I hadn’t even taken off my jacket and he stood confidently and erect in front of me naked. He was dark, tall and wiry and I stepped into his embrace, reaching up to kiss him I ran my hands over the muscles of his back and buttocks. His erection pulsed with his heartbeat, stiffening and growing as he pressed it against me. He pushed my jacket off my shoulders as I kissed him and I let it slip off my arms to the floor. I broke off the kiss, and whispered obscenities into his ear; feeling his hard and heavy balls, then grasping his hot solid dick and slowly wanking him, I told him how much I wanted him to cum for me. Already enflamed by desire he fumbled to unzip my dress, and it slipped over my hips to meet the jacket on the floor. I stepped out of the pool of material.

I now stood in front of him in the lingerie Paul had bought for me. Smooth white satin: embroidery and lace. I could see lust in his eyes, and hear his breath heaving with want. I felt the tip of his erection, precum emerging to meet the pad of my thumb, as I squeezed his glans in my grip. It twitched in reciprocation, and my cunt began to flood with moisture.

He kissed my neck and caressed my back and let his hands rest on my arse. He traced the lines of my panties, fine and delicate, and reached to pull down the thin elastic around my waist. The wisp of fine material fell away. He knelt before me again, and I parted my legs enough for him to run his tongue along the length of my pussy’s lips. My labia were swollen with desire and his tongue separated them. My juices flowed unto his tongue and excited his taste buds with my musky sexual flavour. I held the folds of my pussy apart with one hand and with the other pulled at the back of his head, drawing his face harder against me. He knew when I wanted his tongue against my clit, and when I wanted him probing into the depths of my cunt. The sounds coming involuntarily from my throat expressed my passion and pleasure, and my sounds made him want me more. 

He couldn’t help but start to masturbate as he heard my moans. My legs were shaking, and to steady myself I leant against him as the orgasm built inside me. I erupted against his tongue. My pussy flooded into his mouth as I supported my body against his naked frame with my free hand. 

As my orgasm began to subside, his quickly started to build. He tried to stand as he began to ejaculate. Hot semen pumped out of his cock, landing over my calves, the tops of my hold-ups and my smooth tattooed mound. He was grunting with desire as he eventually returned his still throbbing dick to my grasp.

Lunch

I was supposed to be meeting Paul in a restaurant, but he can be a bit flaky sometimes. When he plans to meet me and I think he should actually stick to the plan. We’d both taken the day off work, I’d picked out some of the lingerie he’d bought for me and decided that I should wear the white satin and  lace underwired bra and matching g-string panties that was amongst his favourites. I was rather looking forward to the afternoon we’d agreed to spend in a hotel room. I handed the waiter my coat and as sat down and ordered a gin and tonic, and then I received a text message from Paul. He was crying off again, something had come up at home and he had to stay with his wife.

I felt pissed off with him and I think I wanted revenge. 

It was then that I noticed the man eating with his friends. He was a little older than me but had a boyish confidence that shone from his dark blue eyes. We exchanged glances and shared smiles and I suspect that he’d guessed that I been stood up and maybe he felt a little sorry for me. He made sympathetic gestures, looking at his watch and shrugging his shoulders. I looked around and smoothed the fabric of my dress in an apparently casual, absent-minded manner, catching his eye again to make sure he’d noticed my figure. He clearly appreciated what he saw and I knew that he would be thinking about how I looked being fucked. To encourage him I decided to reciprocate, so I ran a fingertip from behind my ear and down my throat as I sat up straighter in my chair to draw attention to my pert cleavage. We were flirting visually. So I stood up and crossed to the ladies room. 

As I walked across the quiet restaurant in a blue and white summer dress I noticed a number of men admiring the curvy shape of my bottom. I stopped at the door to the ladies toilet, I looked back at the guy, and once I was sure I’d made eye contact, pulled a strand of hair behind my ear, smiled at him knowingly then pushed open the door.

Three cubicles stood against the wall, I passed the first two and entered the third. I pulled up the hem of my dress and hooked the tips of my thumbs under the waist-band of my panties and dragged them down. I pulled my dress up again and settled onto the toilet seat and waited. I suddenly felt apprehensive; my heart was in my mouth, wondering if the man would have the nerve to follow me. I heard the door open, but nobody came in. I held my breath and started to pee. Then I heard his heavy brogues ring against the tiled floor. Being discovered now was beyond my control.

I sat there, perched on the toilet seat, my back straight to enhance the vision of my tits with my dress up around my waist. He stood before me quietly inspecting my body, noticing for the first time my fine white stockings decorated with lace to disguise the elastic that held them up. I was wearing strappy sandals with heels about three inches high, between my feet and my stocking tops, resting between my knees were my knickers. A small triangle of white satin attached to thin ribbons.

He stood before me, loosening his tie. I knew he liked what he saw, so I didn’t look horrified or surprised by his intrusion. I bit my bottom lip in the coquettish way men love, as my piss tinkled into the pan.

He said nothing, waiting for me to finish.

I rose to my feet. My dress stayed where it was, around my waist. I didn’t attempt to pull my panties up. My expression was defiant in front of the man who had followed me into the toilet. Silently I let his eyes explore my body and settle hungrily on the sight of my smooth pubic mound. I had the remains of a holiday tan; a triangle of pale skin that marked the outline of the small bikini bottoms I’d worn on the beach pointed downwards. Within that triangle of flesh were the five sky-blue stars tattooed over my mound, each slightly smaller than the one above it, directing eyes remorselessly down to my sex. I love the look on a guy’s face when he sees them for the first time.

 “Well hello there”, he said in a soft Ulster accent and he stepped forward.  As he did so I closed the cubicle door behind him. He sank to his knees in front of me and I pushed my pussy into his face, allowing him to enjoy the sharp tang of urine and the rich taste of my cunt.

Hi

My name is Jayne. I’m in my mid-twenties, medium height and until recently I was a size ten, maybe I’ll be able to drop a dress size and get back there some time soon. I have shaggy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Not the fabulous Scandinavian blonde hair that goes white when the sun bleaches it, it’s the dirty English kind that matches a complexion that goes pink after ten minutes on a hot day. I’ve been described as having a full pouting mouth and I like to wear dark lipstick to extenuate it. I like elaborate eye make-up which my boss once said gave me a nineteen fifties pin-up quality.

About six months ago I split up with the boyfriend I’ve had since before I went to university. It was my decision and I’m glad it happened because on the day I finally moved out, my best friend from work Lora came over to help me move and once we’d reached a decent state of normality in my new flat, we opened a bottle of wine and she ended up with her tongue between my legs.

Since then I couldn’t really describe myself as single. We don't live together, Lora still commutes into town from her place in Brighton. We don’t say that we are in a relationship and neither of us would describe ourselves as “a lesbian”. It's because for the last three years I’ve also been fucking our boss. She doesn’t approve. Actually she thinks he’s a bit of a shit. She’s right of course, but the sex is fantastic.

That’s my problem. Over the last six months I’ve had the best sex I’ve ever had, and being a girl I want to talk about it, but Lora doesn’t really want to know. So this is supposed to give me the opportunity to get it off my chest.