Sizzling Encounters of Pleasure - Erotica

Seller Erotic Fiction

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The cum is still dripping out of me. That’s always the way after a heavy session late at night when I get the tap on the shoulder and the hard cock pressing up against my back, he sure knows how to convince a gal. Not that I need too much convincing, I dream of sex, I wake up for sex, and I go back to sleep dreaming about sex. Now I’m daydreaming about sex. All the sex.

I could constantly feel it inside of me from the moment it was there, but it didn’t start dripping out till Sandra started banging on about environmental sustainability in the workplace and what we as a conscientious and reputable organisation can do to further reduce the impact that our business operations have on blah blah blah. My white cotton panties feel slick as last night’s reward oozes out of my wet pussy. I don’t let on; I make the appropriate nods and noises of agreement so Sandra feels she’s worth something, but out of view I open my legs further under the table to welcome more cum against the soft cotton. The thought of it rubbing up against me for the rest of the day makes my clit tingle with excitement.

It’s around 2pm that I make my way to the toilet to first assess the beautiful mess, working my short length skirt out of the revealing blouse down to my ankles, and carefully lowering my panties down to my knees, trapping them there by moving my knees outwards to create a hammock of orgasmic load. The wondrous smell fills the cubicle, hell, it’s probably filled the whole washroom.

I stare in wonder, I’ve never quite understood how I could produce so much warm creamy goodness, along with the sheer volume of pussy juice all mixed up with my man’s cum that it’s truly a wonder it hasn’t seeped through the overlapping pant suit. Dave from accounting would love that, the pervy bastard. Joyce would be straight on to HR, just like she was when I first wore this very blouse that sends the whole office in to a glancing frenzy. Every one of these nine to fiver’s is a perv, but I seem to be the only one to glory in it. The rest of the day is spent wondering what to do that night against the backdrop of an excel spreadsheet I have no interest in completing. Do I jump him the moment he walks in, or do I wait for darkness and the howling moon. Fuck the howling moon I thought, I’m rubbing these panties in his face the minute he walks through the door and then riding him within an inch of his life. Fuck me I’m horny. I writhe around in my chair slightly, feeling and hearing a slight squelch as my cunt dances with my panties, with the creamy load in the middle slipping and sliding, I feel a warmth on my clit as some of it travels north, and I swear I almost whimper in delight. I catch Dave’s eye from across the room and pull myself together. Dave is the embodiment of a cold shower dampening my sex drive slightly, but it can never be put out altogether.

I finish work earlier than usual, so the train home is quiet. I sit as upright as possible, giving the sway of the train beating along the tracks more chance to rub that seat up against my cunt. I’m dreaming of whipping these golden knickers off and shoving them in my man’s face when a chance glance over a woman’s shoulder gives me another, far more exciting idea.

The train is so quiet that the woman in the seat in front of me was seemingly having her own clandestine fun in secret, or at least she thought. I couldn’t make out much about her from here. Tall I thought, slim build with shoulder length blonde hair, dressed smartly, as I was, with soft cheek bones and a rosy glow. I can happily go either way, and from what I could see I could happily ride this one’s face to climax, and feel the wetness between her thighs, but these thoughts aren’t what drew me to unknown blonde lady on the train, it was her phone. Before the screen went white to load another page, I saw a flash of some white cotton panties much like my own, and much like my own they were soiled to the extreme, with a pretty pink pussy shining through the half transparent cloth. “A strange setting to be browsing porn on a phone” I thought, but then again, I was sat bolt upright like a disciplined child at school for the sole purpose of a better swaying action on my cunt, so I was hardly one to judge. The woman was shielding the top of the phone with her hand, trying to be as surreptitious as possible, but from my angle I could see a large portion of the screen. It remained white for a few seconds as it tried to load the next page, such is the quality of phone signal on trains, and when it finally loaded I could just make out a pink banner at the top of the screen, the top half of the letters of three words obscured by her feminine fingers, but clearly reading “All Things Worn”.

It was all I could do not to embarrass this lady by tapping her on the shoulder and enquiring what world of delights this site held, and had it not been for the fact we were rounding my favourite bend of track that led to the next stop, which was particularly rickety and therefore orgasmic to my delicate clit as the rumblings of the seat vibrated against my pussy, I may have done just that. Maybe we would have struck up a friendship, and at best another partner for me and him to lose ourselves with, threesomes mean double the fun, and double the cum. By time the train arrived at the next station, with me nearly arriving with it due to the motion on my clit, the woman had made a move to the doors to alight on to the platform and out of my life, at least temporarily, maybe I’ll see her again.

I managed to resist the temptation to search for the site before getting home, thankfully the walk from the station was short, much like my patience to satisfy this curiosity. It wasn’t long before I dumped my coat hurriedly on to the banister post and I was lay back reclining on the plush leather sofas that dominated much of our front room, bought predominately for their size, and the multitude of sexual positions it would allow. My fingers and pussy were bordering on trembling as I opened my phone’s browser and typed the three little words in to a search engine. The top result mirrored those three words back at me, with a link above the description “Looking to buy or sell used & well-worn items? Join our safe community/marketplace to find used panties, well-worn shoes, pantyhose, or socks.”

“Such a thing even exists?” I thought to myself, marvelling at the direct language, the sheer candidness of the description and the excitement it made me feel deep inside. I remember the butterflies in my stomach before dates with boys I liked in my youth, the tingling feeling that precedes an event of endless possibilities, nothing compared to this feeling as I hesitated before tapping on the link.

I was taken to a site that seemed professionally designed, with a reiteration of its contents and the chance to “join free today”, I ignored that for now, as a number of small circular pictures distracted and grabbed my attention. A plethora of smut is how I would best describe it, I thought. Luscious tits, twinkly toes, plump beautiful asses and devilish smiles tempted me in, “these must be the sellers” I thought. I browsed for a long time, sampling what delights this site had to offer, it wasn’t long before my free hand was unruffling my blouse once again, this time to slide my nimble fingers down into my sodden panties to the awaiting, soaking clit. I scanned for the blonde woman from the train, but to no avail. The disappointment wasn’t too palpable as the plethora of smut meant a plethora of sluts, and they were all sexy in their own way. I settled on a body length shot of a gorgeous brunette wearing nylon tights and a black lace bra, in her photo she was teasing her clit through black panties, so it would be rude not to do the same. Except I went in mind, feeling last night’s sex and using it as slick, wet lubrication against my ever-sensitive clit. The race to orgasm was short, Usain Bolt couldn’t have beat this girl to the finish line with a head start.

I settled back, intensely satisfied, “what a world!” I thought to myself. It was only then did I pay more attention to the particulars of these girl’s listings. The gorgeous brunette was selling everything in the picture displayed, nylon tights £20, black lace bra £30 and soaked black panties £30! Hell, I’d do it for free for the thrill! It wouldn’t be so much about the money for this girl, I would almost be happy to pay for some random man halfway across the country, or better yet down the street, to inhale my pussy at his own leisure.

That settled it, I signed up in minutes, and for a nominal fee I was good to go. One honest biography post and a few pictures uploaded later, and I was ready to dive in to this world. Selecting the pictures wasn’t difficult; a large portion of my camera roll is filled with raunchy and filthy photos to the point I could fill up four pages of my profile without ever opening my camera. But open my camera I did, for my very first listing. “Used white cotton panties, cummed in by myself and my partner, well-worn”. I did consider them well-worn even though they’d only been on a day. One day against my pussy is like three to another girl, and between our collective cum and juices these panties had been through the wars, just like the picture suggested.

I thought well ahead and undressed in the bedroom, loathed as I was to remove the panties that had given me so much pleasure that day, and placed them in an air tight, zip locked bag, pausing for a moment to dream of the next time they would be opened, a man I barely know inhaling my most intimate smells, consuming him as he grew harder and harder at the thought of where they’d once been. I’d only cum ten minutes ago, but I felt ready to go again. And go again I did as he got home 2 minutes later, though the opportunity to thrust last night’s sex in his face was gone, the sex was more than adequate. I explained what I’d done, and as always he approved. He always approved of anything sexual, ever since we met. He was excited as I was about it, not least for the extra cash flow, even if that wasn’t my primary driver.

With dinner out the way, I settled back down to open ATW and see if my listing had caught any traction. Three messages! I opened the first. It was from Luke569 He was enquiring about the panties! I checked his profile and took measure of this man. I read his whole entry, which was well written and concise, but really he had me at worshipping BV knicks. “This guy is for real” I thought to myself, “this guy is what I hoped for”. We set up a sale, which was surprisingly quick. The conversation was flowing, and I found myself really trusting this man. A pang of inexplicable guilt shot through me as his money landed in my account, because this was the least of my concerns. I shot an additional message over, one that had my mind racing and heart beating faster. “You only get to sniff my cunt if you do one more thing for me Luke, I want to see you adding to those cum filled knickers for me, mix mine and yours together and let me see that hard cock exploding. All for me”. He responded in kind “I can’t fucking wait”. The smile that put on my face lasted until I drifted off to sleep and was still there when I woke up from filth filled dreams all night long.

A few days passed, each of which I was talking to Luke about the impending order’s arrival and our mutual love of all thing’s filth, he really did have an active imagination to parallel mine. We couldn’t help but notice from the delivery address that he was in fairly close proximity to me, about an hour drive, fate perhaps? I was in a fairly open relationship in terms of sex, somewhat of a rarity in today’s society but one that my partner and I felt strongly about, and perhaps it’s also what kept us so strong. I wonder if my man would hit it off with Luke as well as I have.

The day finally came. Luke couldn’t have been more pleased. The excitement and lust dripping in his message made my pussy flutter, and it wasn’t difficult for me to reciprocate. As he talked about his hands reaching deep into my knickers and feeling himself grow as his fingers became sopping in the juices within, my fingers went down to join him in my already soaking panties, “I could sell these now” I thought to myself, as I felt how wet Luke was making me. 20 minutes later he sent me a video. I put my earphones in and pressed play. The first shot was a familiar sight; my own white cotton panties, still soaked with my juices despite the 3 days having elapsed, and then a hard cock creeping its way in to shot. “What a fucking amazing cock” I thought, “please dip it in to my juices for me”. I had instructed him to do this and he seemed very eager to please me judging by the filth that followed. He started by slowly wanking his cock with his head almost submerged in my cum. It was almost as if it was settling on the lips of my cunt, knocking on the door to come in to the warmth inside. His other hand came in to shot next as he pulled the knickers up to his face, and the sound of glorious and passionate inhalation filled my ears through my earphones, all the while still wanking that beautiful cock. I was in a frenzy, this turned me on more than I could have imagined when I first contemplated this avenue of pleasure, and I wanted more, more and more. My eyes widened as his breath started to intensify, the cotton panties returning in to shot on to the bed with significantly less cum and juices than before, the thought of him tasting me made me want to cum so hard. His wanking intensified and he shot the biggest load I had ever seen, my cunt tingled as it shot out of his rock-hard manhood and joined the remaining juices on my panties. The cum never seemed to end, and the hushed breathing as he emptied himself for me consumed my mind through my ears, I turned the volume up louder and replayed it several times, playing with myself until I came for him myself.

Our talks intensified, what should we do next? Is a meeting out of the question? I forget who brought it up, but once it was in the conversation, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. We agreed on a scenario that would please us both, and I discussed it with my partner to get his consent, we’d done similar things before with people we knew, but this way the most excited I’d ever been to include someone else in our sex life. The days edged closer to the first of what I hoped to be many meetings.

Saturday came, I had been sex starved for 3 days now, which only felt right to do, I was due to put on the show of a lifetime tonight. We organised our bedroom for the performance, removing any personal artefacts such as pictures and superfluous decorations, so that only our bed and a single chair in front of it remained. Luke’s front row seat. “Better than any cinema” I thought to myself as I lay on the bed contemplating the night ahead. The adrenaline coursed through me.

And there it was, the knock on the front door. We took up our starting positions, him in the ensuite bathroom out of view of the room, whilst I made the journey downstairs to let him. We’d agreed that there would be no greetings, and for now, no talking, and that I was in charge. He’d sent a picture ahead of time and I was so excited to see him in the flesh; to drink him in in person.

I opened the door, and we locked eyes. The eagerness and excitement plain to see. We maintained eye contact for a surprising length of time, considering what I was wearing. His gaze nearly melted me completely before he finally sampled my outfit, long back suspenders attached to lacy panties and a black bra that barely contained my sizeable juicy tits. The chill from outside made my nipples stand to attention, almost bursting through the fabric. He appeared as if he wanted to jump me right there, and I was more than willing, but we must stay true to the scenario, and that we did.

I regained my composure and shot him a devilish smile whilst beckoning him over the threshold of our home. He entered and turned around to close the door, by which time I was at the foot of the stairs, turning my head back to beckon him on. His eyes were directed at my juicy behind, which made me playfully giggle to attract his attention, I showed him I approved, but that he must follow. I walked up the stairs agonisingly slowly, making each cheek jiggle from side to side with each step taken. I could hear his breath quicken in excitement along with slow footsteps that mirrored mine.

I reached the empty bedroom and walked over to the bed, setting myself down with my legs wide open. Now the show really begins. The thought occurred to me that I should have worn white panties, so he could see how wet I was for him, the cherry on the top being the call-back to that wet pussy I saw on the train that day that acted as the inception of this glorious situation. Luke doesn’t seem to mind, he was just as pleased with this lingerie choice and he sniffed the air gratifyingly, he could smell me already, and I loved it. Luke stood respectfully at the door, waiting to be called in. “Sit” I whispered, and I heard a faint stir from the ensuite bathroom, we mustn’t have made enough noise to alert him we were in here. Luke obliged and sat down in his front row seat.

I walked sultrily over to him, pausing directly in front of him, as close to him as I’d been, the skin on his nose almost grazing my navel, he sniffed deeply again, and moaned in excitement. I grabbed his hair roughly, and almost shoved his face right in my cunt then and there, to make him drink deep from my pussy. But that’s not what we agreed on. I resisted, somehow. I moved away from him for fear I may abandon the whole game and make him mine now, and returned to the bed, bending over keeping my legs as long as they were, pert ass in the air inviting a cock or two, and retrieved a box from under the bed. Raising my eyebrows towards him as I opened it. “Take off your clothes Luke”. Wordlessly and eagerly, Luke obliged. And soon his hard cock was on display as he sat back down, never taking his eyes off me as I organised the contents of the box on the bed. His glistening head was dripping with precum already, and it was all I could do to stop myself from cleaning it up with my tongue. I showed him how wet it made me, pausing from my organisation to press my knickers against my cunt with an audible squelch that sent his eyes in to a frenzy. “You’re taking these home with you tonight” I whispered seductively, “but first, close your eyes”.

I placed restraints on his arms and tied him to the side of the chair. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going anywhere, the same treatment was applied to his legs until he became one with the chair, and a gag placed in his mouth, with his audible moans suggesting agreement, as if his twitching cock and pooling precum wasn’t evidence enough. I turned around and made a show of picking up a stray strap that wasn’t needed, keeping my legs straight again, so that my wet cunt was inches away from his face, I jiggled slightly, wafting my juicy stench to pervade his perverted nostrils. I was met with moans of agreement once again; he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

Now was time for the show. “Come” I said, a little louder than I’d been addressing Luke. The bathroom door opened and in came my partner, already rock hard and naked. He was in good shape, tall and athletic, a perfect tool to show Luke what I could do, and what fun we could have. Luke didn’t request it, but I had him wear a mask to obscure his face, this was more about myself and Luke, he was just a cock I was using, and by the looks of it, a willing cock at that.

Luke’s eyes were on him momentarily, that is before I made my move over to where he was standing, and slowly dropped to my knees. My man didn’t move, as he was instructed, as I slowly teased him all over, with my fingernails, my lips, and my tongue, all the while making as much eye contact with Luke as I could. I don’t know who wanted me to take this rock-hard cock in my mouth more, Luke, my man, or me. I eventually obliged, but not before his cock had produced as much precum as Luke had, only right I thought, Luke made the effort, why shouldn’t he as well. It was warm and tasted beautifully, there’s nothing better than a rock-hard delicious cock and I showed this to the two men in the room with the enthusiasm with which I pleasured him. Taking him deep in to my throat, all the way down to his taut balls, to the delightful moans of both men. I paused regularly to tease the head endlessly with my tongue before I dived down to his navel again, his whole length scraping the sides of my lubricated throat as it plunged down in to me. I was born to suck cock. I moved back and forwards down the length, sucking it with a joy and an enthusiasm rarely afforded to most men. There’s a big difference to having your dick sucked by a woman who wants to please you against a woman who wants to please herself, and I get so fucking wet when I have a cock in my mouth, and the performance leaves little doubt about that fact, and the reaction from the two men in the room was leaving no doubt at all. My man, as always was groaning and moaning as he received his ideal blowjob, and the sounds of Luke writhing in his restraints filled the room. He’s barely sat still throughout this performance, and why would he.

My man had all he could handle of my tongue and mouth, I always get him too close to exploding for me that he has to stop, that and he just can’t wait to be inside of me any longer, he grabbed me by the arms and flung me backwards on to the bed, as my head hit the mattress my gaze settled on Luke eyes, it had rarely left it so far. He seemed momentarily shocked at the change in proceedings, but his eyes hungered for more, and mine must have conveyed what I was thinking to him “you’re going to see me get fucked Luke”.

My man rushed to join me on the bed. Luckily, we had landed in such a position that Luke had a perfect view of my body, so we didn’t have to adjust position. My dripping wet pussy was revealed when my man ripped my panties straight off my legs, flung to the side they landed close enough to Luke’s feet that he could no doubt smell my cunt even more now. I pulled my tits out from out of my bra and my man went one better by unhooking and removing it all together. All that was left was my nylon tights, which stayed on due to time constraints; my man wanted to be inside me as soon as possible. There was no need for any more foreplay, I was longing for this cock as soon as he walked out of the bathroom and stood there to attention, after all.

He always has liked to tease the entry, sampling my dripping wet cunt against his glistening head, softly exploring the wetness of my lips and clit before he makes me moan by spearing me as deep as he could. “Please Luke, give me it” I moaned, and in that moment I couldn’t decide if I had said the name Luke because I was maintaining my deep eye contact with him, whether it was because I wanted him so badly, or if it was for the show. Either way it didn’t matter to my man who soon obliged, slowly but forcefully entering my cunt as deep as it would allow, his hard cock twitching violently as it seemed to settle somewhere in my stomach. I screamed out in delight as my legs shivered and shook, and he proceeded to reward that by pounding me as hard as he could, as fast as he could, and for as long as he could, all the while my screams mixed with his heavy breathing and Luke’s writhing “Yes, Yes, YES, Fuck me!” I screamed, staring deep into Luke’s eyes, wondering what it would feel like for him to be inside of me instead, the thought brought me to orgasm in no time, and I had to push him off me for the temporary sensitivity. A pool of my juices was left under me, soaking my back as I moved to sit up.

I felt almost woozy, but I wasn’t done yet. I pointed at my man to lie length ways on the bed, and stood up fully, one leg either side of his upward pointing cock, and facing away from him, eyes on Luke. I paused enough for him to look me up and down. He drank in my tits, which were slightly red from my man grabbing me for leverage as he fucked me moments ago, I had barely noticed. My cunt was literally dripping with my own wetness, and this became more apparent when a droplet fell from my pussy lips and on to my man’s thigh below, Luke’s eyes followed it expertly, and then his gaze returned to mine. I never left his sight as I lowered myself down, squatting to settle just agonizingly out of reach of a twitching, almost pulsating head.

I smiled at Luke as I began to take the whole length of his cock, my expression changing to sheer delight and my eyes fighting to stay open so I wouldn’t leave Luke but desiring to out of the sheer pleasure. I felt my tits bouncing uncontrollably as I rode him like a prize stallion, his hands settled on my hips to keep me in place, endlessly going from tip to naval as this cock repeatedly filled me and satisfied me. It wasn’t long before I came again. I could never tire of this, I could bounce on this cock all day long and never stop, and it seemed like Luke could watch me all day too, though his cock suggested otherwise, I swear it looked like he was ready to cum himself. “How fucking horny that would be” I thought.

Again, my man took control and threw me to his side. Luke wasn’t surprised this time, his change of facial expression suggesting he couldn’t wait to see how this pussy was going to be ruined next rather than the surprise of earlier. My man pulled me up by my hips so I was on my hands and knees, facing sideways to the VIP guest in our filthy theatre. My tits hung there, waiting to be bounced around for Luke’s viewing pleasure. The cock soon obliged, and after a few slow introductory thrusts it was slamming into me repeatedly, my whole body being propelled backwards and forwards on the length of his dick. I screamed louder than before, “Yes, fuck me, show Luke how well I can take your cock, show him, yes, yes, yes!”. Before long came the breathless notice “I’m close”, so I moved in to position for the finale, I jumped down on to the floor, a mere foot away from Luke, and beckoned my prize to my waiting slut mouth. I eagerly sucked the primed meat eagerly awaiting its load, I sucked it as if I intended to suck him dry, I wanted every drop of that cum down my throat and I wanted it now, to drink deep in front of Luke. The explosion came to moans from the chair, as Luke saw the filthy delight on my face as I swallowed each pulsating deposit with glee. My man shuddered with each spurt as I sucked him dry, and soon I had it all, without spilling a drop, I showed Luke what was left in my mouth, and swallowed the last in front of him, never leaving his gaze. Luke shuddered himself, and then relaxed as if spent himself, back into his chair.

The show was over for Luke, or at least that’s what he thought. What had occurred so far is all we had agreed on in our deal made on ATW, but I was eager to give him more, I needed to feel this man on me, I had daydreamed about it since the day I started talking to him. Before my man exited to the bathroom, I commanded him “Put him on his back” to the confusion in Luke’s eyes, but I could tell he was excited. The masked man shrugged and obliged, carefully lowering him, still tied to the chair, on to his back on the floor. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t let on, and even if he was, he wouldn’t mind suffering it for what I was about to bestow on to him.

Still naked but for the nylons, I stood either side of his head. What a sight this would be to him; the view to the ceiling obscured by my long legs, dripping wet pussy, big, beautiful tits and cascading hair reaching down to him, behind which sat the most devilish smile I could muster in the moment. “You’ve been such a good audience for us today Luke, I wanted to give you a treat, would you like that?” Luke’s glance moved to the panties that lay a few feet away from his head, as if it to say “you’ve already promised me an extra treat” after which his eyeline met mine again. “Oh you’re taking those home with you, to taste me at your leisure, and I can tell you know they’re extremely wet and smelly for you Luke, I’ve been dripping all day at the thought of what was going to happen today. You can put them on your face and inhale me whilst you stroke that hard dick for me, you can cum in them again for me and show me, you already know how much that excites me. But I have something else in mind right now” Another devilish smile took over my face and I titled my head for added effect “But wouldn’t you prefer to taste the real thing, Luke?”

I wish I had a picture of the look on his face when I asked that simple question. I’d never seen anyone want something so much as Luke wanted me to sit on his face right there and then. It filled me with intense excitement, but I kept the façade of composure as I bent gently down to remove the gag from his mouth, I put my finger to my lips to beckon him to remain quiet, it turned me on so much for there to be minimal speaking; and all action.

I was in a minxy mood so once the gag was removed I moved as if to sit but then stood up abruptly and walked away from Luke. His head had begun to move upwards, inviting my wet cunt down on to his face, but now it slammed back on to the floor in exasperation as he moaned with disappointment. “I don’t want you to forget your treat Luke”. I picked up the panties off the floor and played with them with my thumb and forefinger, they really were soaking wet with the afternoon’s anticipation of all that’s just transpired. “Mmm, they’re almost as creamy as the ones I sent you and I haven’t even cum in these Luke, how you do excite me.” I walked over to where he had flung his jeans and stuffed them in his pocket. “There, you won’t forget them this way. Now where were we, oh yes”. I moved back in to position, and before he could moan, sat directly on to his face. I felt his nose against my clit, and his tongue enter deep into me. He moaned louder than ever, and in turn, so did I. I moved back so I could look down and see his eyes staring back at me, for him to taste me at his own pleasure, he licked my lips and teased my clit with an expert softness known only to men who knew how to truly pleasure a woman. After a while sampling this delightful tongue, I sat forward once more, giving him my whole weight and wet cunt along with it. I used his face to rub all over my pussy, feeling the wetness of his tongue mix with my juices, riding his face to the point of orgasm and beyond. When I was done with him, and fully spent, I stood up and released him from his restraints, and walked over to the bathroom as we had agreed, Luke was to clean up all signs of there having been sex happening there and leave without a word. I joined my man in the bathroom and we giggled about another experience well had, and emerged 20 minutes later to a clean bedroom, the only hint of what occurred being the sweet, sweet smell still lingering in the air. Today would be a day I would remember for the longest time.

Luke and I would proceed to talk about the experience at length for days on end, remembering how much it turned the both of us on. I was thrilled to learn that I was perfect for him, and he’d never had an experience like it. Neither had I admittedly, I had had threesomes and orgies that satisfied me less than having Luke in the room whilst my partner fucked me, and feeling his face rubbing against my cunt after was better than most penetrative sex I’d had in my life, something about Luke just did things to me, and I made no secret of this in our filth ridden conversations.

“I’m in town today for work” came one message on a boring Monday in the office. Funnily enough I was wearing the same outfit that so drew the looks of co-workers, and most people had put in a half day to go to a local planned event, so the office was scarce with workers. “You are?” I shot back. “Late lunch?” came the reply, he must be driving, hence the short messages. I pondered a while, I could eat, but I wasn’t really in the mood for it. I was in the mood for Luke though. “How about you just come here and fuck me already?”. I lingered over the message for a while, technically it was out of the realms of acceptable behaviour agreed on between my partner and I, but I’d always dreamed of being fucked in the office somewhere, and what’s life if not taking hold of the opportunities to tick off items on the bucket list. “Address?” came the reply. I gave him the address, and directions to get in to the building.

“I’m going out for a late lunch Dave” I said, to be met with a raised eyebrow in response “You had that pasta pot not 30 minu..” I didn’t stay for the rest of the sentence, Dave could go fuck himself, nobody else would. Besides, apart from Dave there was only Joanne and Sylvia in the office, and they did alright by me. I waited in the ladies’ toilet furthest away from my office, the team on the other side of the floorplate had all left for the day, so there was less chance of being rumbled. Five minutes past and I began to wonder if I’d left too early, Luke hadn’t said how close he was to town. I opened my phone to message and ask and was met with two words that filled me with excitement “I’m here”. “Ladies toilet, 2nd floor next to the fire exit” and then I waited. I checked my makeup, fixed my hair, thankfully it was up in a tight bun today so wouldn’t get in to the way, and then I sat, shaking slightly, but the kind of shaking I loved, the anticipation. The door swung softly open with a slight, almost imperceptible knock, “Luke?” I whispered. The response was the cubicle door opening slowly and there he stood. I was sat on the toilet staring up at the man that was tied to a chair in my bedroom who seemed to want nothing more than to fuck me rotten but being driven crazy not being able to, and his demeanour now suggested every inch of that was truth.

I rose to meet his lips, but his hands found my shoulders, forcing me back down to sit. “He knows exactly what I like” I excitedly thought, “he’s seen it all, and he’s dreamed of treating me like this every day since” He grabbed the bun that my hair made and pulled my face to the groin of his jeans, rubbing my face all over the hard bulge within. Slowly undoing his zipper and releasing his manhood to my control, he beckoned me to get to work. “He also knows what a cum hungry slut I am when it comes to sucking cock, thank you Luke” I got to work, using my hand to gently stroke his shaft as my tongue teased his glistening wet head, one hand went south down into my awaiting wet knickers to feel what this man was doing to my cunt. I was soaking. When I felt how wet I was my neck took over in excitement, and before long I was up and down his shaft with a ferocious intensity, my mouth producing saliva that dripped down my chin as I did my absolute best to give Luke the blowjob of his life. His moans and groans suggested I was succeeding, and my thoughts suddenly went out to the people outside this room and the possibility they could hear us, but I didn’t care enough to slow down. I had tasted Luke and I wanted to feel his hot load of cum inside of me, in my pussy, in my mouth, I didn’t care. This man was going to fill me up in this cubicle.

Before long, he pulled me to my feet, and now both of my hands found his cock as he moved his lips agonisingly close to mine with his hands around my neck, applying just the right amount of pressure. He paused there as I wanked him off with both hands, with ample saliva and precum covering his cock to facilitate, he shuddered and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. We explored each other like this for what seemed like an eternity, one hand leaving my neck with one remaining at the back, pulling me in to his mouth, his other hand went south into my skirt, down my knickers, and sampled the intense wetness of my cunt. He moaned with excitement, this man really loves wet pussy and dirty knickers, and I love it too. He teased my cunt with surprising deftness, sending me wild. I craved something bigger inside of me, I craved Luke’s cock like no other I’ve ever craved. I forgot how loud or quiet we were being, “Fuck me” I instructed him. As if he was waiting for the command, he spun me round and forced my skirt and knickers down around my ankles. My legs were long enough that I could bend over standing up enough to accommodate his awaiting cock, and he slid it into me with no delay. I gasped as I felt him fill me. It felt so fucking good. My legs shivered with pleasure, and with each twitch of his pulsating cock I thought I would cum then and there. He fucked me slowly, then he fucked me hard, we bounced around the cubicle it seemed, me almost bursting out of my bra and blouse with the motion of him fucking me ever deeper. Luke still wore his jeans and tee shirt, but everything was askew as the need to fuck me trumped everything else.

At a point where Luke slowed proceedings to give me the whole length of his cock repeatedly, leaving my cunt for a quarter of an inch and a long second, before ploughing slowly and as deep as possible, the door swung open just as his cock reached the deepest depth of my pussy. I stifled a scream of pleasure that instead came out as a whimper, and we froze in place. Only footsteps followed. “Surely they could smell us” I thought to myself, frozen in terror. The cubicle next to us opened, and the sounds of a woman, I couldn’t tell who, unzipping a pant suit and settling down on the seat followed. I stared back at Luke, and we almost gave the game away as the need to laugh at the predicament we found ourselves in nearly took over. He stifled this by tensing his hard cock inside of me, and instead of fighting a laugh I had to fight a scream, I looked at him incredulously as he grinned at his action. “Fuck it, two can play at that game” I thought, and I moved forward to release his cock from me, he moved as if to say no, but he couldn’t move far without making any noise. I paused at his head, so he was barely entering me, and began to grind my hips, teasing the very edge of his cock. He audibly shuddered at the same time the woman in the cubicle sniffed, and I believe the pretence was up. He shot me a look of desperation, and I responded by slowly taking the length of his cock again, pushing the cheeks of my juicy arse hard against his stomach, propelling his cock into me. He shook his head animatedly, but held his nerve.

The toilet flushed, the cubicle door opened, and then the door to the toilet opened and closed, “Dirty Bitch didn’t wash her hands”, I thought, reassuring myself that this surely meant that she hadn’t heard us. Luke and I dissolved into laughter, and he scolded me for my antics as he began to increase the tempo of his cock sliding in and out of me, until soon enough we’d forgotten all about our interruption and we were going at it like never before. I moved back and forward on his cock at the same rhythm that he was fucking me with, and before long he exploded inside me with a knee trembling passion. At the exact point he shot his hot load into me my knees nearly buckled as I came with an intensity I’d never known before, I felt my pussy gushing forth with seemingly all the juices I had inside of me, and I watched as it all dripped into my awaiting knickers, that orgasmic hammock again provided by my ankles holding my knickers in place. I felt like I couldn’t move, and we didn’t for the longest time. Luke stayed deep inside of me as he leant forward and kissed the back of my neck, held my head, and tensed his cock over and over again, giving me every last drop.

He looked down at the knickers which had caught this beautiful tryst’s leavings, and with a devilish grin he said “£30 for those?”

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