I felt her eyes on me as I walked past the counter. I knew she was staring, but by pretending not to notice, it made her watch me longer. I heard the whispers as I walked past a table with perfume. Two young women glanced over in my direction and huddled close together as if they were exchanging top secret information. I smiled on the inside loving the attention. It happens every time I come in here, but it never gets old.

"Do you need some help, sir," a soft voice asks while tapping my shoulder. I turn around to stare into the eyes that were watching me as I walked through the store. A tall, full figured woman stood less than 8 inches from me. Dark brown eyes stood out on her smiling face. I looked into them and saw my reflection, only I saw it from her point of view. I watched her as her eyes traveled up and down my body. Starting at my broad shoulders covered in the chocolate suede jacket I was wearing, her eyes molested me all the way down to my boots; and then back up, lingering a full 3 seconds at my belt before coming to a stop back up at my lips. "Is there anything I can help you with," she asked again.

Slowly licking my lips, I said, "yes there is actually." Her eyes danced while she watched me lick my lips. "I was sent in here with a list of stuff to get because I was told you guys were having some big semi-annual sale. Obviously this isn't a store I shop in regularly, so do you think you can help me find some of these items?"

Pulling the list out my pocket, I handed it to her for her inspection. While she glanced over it, I allowed my eyes to roam her body. There's nothing sexier than a woman filling out her clothes, and she did this perfectly. From the boots riding up to her knees, to the skirt sitting in the middle of her sexy thick thighs, to the tight sweater that fit around her hips, to the thick belt she had strapped around her waist, up to the breast that was causing her nametag to tilt upwards; this woman was stacked and I loved it.

"Oh, I can definitely help you get these things, and anything we don't have in stock, we can put in a special order for it so it can be delivered to your house," her reply came, snapping me out of my trance.

"Special order," I asked raising an eyebrow, "well don't I feel all special and appreciated."

"You should," she said looking into my eyes, "Vickie's motto is to take care of all of our customers; especially the fine ones." I pretended not to hear that last part as she walked me over to a chair where I was instructed to sit while she went to grab the things on my list.

Watching her walk away, I knew I was in heaven. Here I was, sitting in a lingerie shop, being catered to and waited on like I was king. I wonder if all of the men who came in here got this treatment. I opened up my jacket and tried to relax. Glancing around, I realized I was the only man in the store. Everywhere I turned there was a group of women walking through aisles, picking up perfumes off of the tables, holding up negligies and babydolls to the mirror. Damn, this really is heaven, I thought to myself. This is where me and the fellas need to start hanging out. I was snapped out of my lusting day dream of storewide orgies by that voice again.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to come with me so I can make sure we have the right sizes," she almost whispers in my ear. I look up to see her holding 5 hangers in her hands with different items.

I look at her like she's speaking a foreign language. "Uh, I don't know what sizes to get, I thought they were on the list."

"No sir, the name of the items are on the list, but no size is indicated," she rolls her eyes at my obvious ignorance. "Do you know about what size she normally wears."

Hmm, looking at the saleswoman I smile and say, "your size. You two are about the same size."

I could see the doubt in her eyes, she knew I was up to something, but she decided to play along with me anyway. "Well maybe I should go into the dressing room and try this stuff on, and you can tell me what you think."

Shit, you don't have to tell me twice. I grab her hand and walk towards the back of the store towards the dressing rooms. It's obvious everyone in the store is watching us at this point, but if she doesn't care, why should I?

"Slow down baby," she grabs my hand as I'm reaching for the door, "I'll go in and put this on...then you can peek over and tell me what you think, ok?" I can only nod my head, the spot where she touched my hand is on fire. I've never felt anything as soft as her skin in my entire life.

She enters the dressing room and without my help, begins to undress. I can see her arms raising to pull her sweater off, but other than that, my view is blocked. My thoughts are interrupted by her next two words, "come here."

Without bothering to look and see if anyone was watching me, I enter the dressing room and lock the door. Turning around, I'm greeted by a pair of empty DD cups. I touch the purple bra to my nose and inhale the scent. Before I can open my eyes, her lips are on mine and we are locked in a lip battle. With roaming hands and closed eyes, we explore each other in a ravaged fashion. Squeezing her ass I pull her body as close to mine as I can get without her jumping in my skin. My mouth is on her ears, neck, chin, cheeks, nose, shoulders; just about anything that's put in its path.

Our breathing is heavy, I'm not sure if it's from the excitement or the fact that a store full of people are outside that door oblivious to what's going on behind it. Just the thought of someone listening or even watching makes my dick press against my jeans looking for an escape. She can feel me poking her and her eyes bulge. Taking this as a cue of satisfaction, I work my bulge between her thighs so she can feel it in her softest spot. The moan she breaths into my mouth while kissing me tells me she approves.

Without waiting for an invitation, I turn her body away from mine while simultaneously pulling down my pants. As mush as I would love to stay and prolong this event, we are in a public dressing room, and I can't chance the interruption. Without any words being spoken, I release myself through the front of my boxers and slide into the warmth of her womanhood. The essence that makes her a woman welcomes me with a firm handshake. No words need to be spoken, no movements need to be made. We both savor our initial introduction and our eyes connect through the dressing room mirror. Her voice tells me, "Amanda."

I respond with, "Clarence." After a half smile, she closes her eyes and pushes her body up against mine. I make myself at home inside of her and I'm welcomed to stay by her gripping muscles. "Damn that dick is big," she says out loud. I don't respond, I just continue to stroke myself inside her. The comment causes me to break out into a big smile. Those are words every man loves to hear, and the encouragement is all I needed.

Gripping her by her ass with one hand and a breast with the other, I proceed to give her a full serving of this "big dick". Forgetting all about who's outside the dressing room, my tempo and force increase causing her body to tense and some moans to escape her mouth. "Uhh, shit, don't fuck me like this...please...shit...," she starts talking, but never finishes any sentence. "Oh shit...umm, damn....this shit is so....why are you....don't you....FUCK!!!"

My own body is starting to feel the tingling sensation of her pussy, I don't know if it's the way she's tightening her muscles, or the way she's throwing herself back at me, but I'm taking just as much as I'm giving. Her body and muscles tense up real tight as an orgasm sneaks up on her, "DAMN I'M CUMMING." Not only do I know, but half the store probably heard that announcement.

I slap her ass as I keep pushing myself inside her. It's my turn to break loose and I can feel it building up. Before I can come to my completion, she pulls away from me and forces me to sit down. "I want to see your face while I make you cum." Her words are full of lust and without missing a beat, she climbs on top of me and I slide right in. The fit is warm and tight. Pulling my face between her breasts, her hips start to rotate and buck on me. Working her body back and forth, sensastions start traveling up and down my legs curling my toes.

Grabbing my face she looks at me while continuing to work her hips on me. Damn, this is a BAD woman. I can't even front like I can hold out, she can see the orgasm building in my face. Knowing she has me seconds from exploding she squeezes me and holds me inside her, "that's right, give it to mama Clarence." Those words send ribbon after ribbon of myself into her causing another orgasm to flow through her body.

"I love you baby," she whispers into my ear holding my face.

"I love you too wife of mine," I respond back to her. That's when I notice for the first time the corset and crotchless panties she's wearing. "Damn, you look good in that, you should bring that home"

"Don't worry, I will, and wait until I show you what I'll have for you in 6 months."

oh, so it was his wife the whole time...

this ones for you Da thick 1

The names have been changed to protect the innocent


Prelude

Eight years. That is how long I have known Deena.

For years, we worked together on different music projects with various artists that have come in and out of Philadelphia. I had never really thought of her in a sexual manner until about five years ago, when my best friend Mark died suddenly at the age of 32. After the funeral, I found out that they had quietly been seeing each other, which explained why she was so broken up over someone I had thought was just casual acquaintance.

It was during one of those conversations at a studio session about a year after Mark had passed when we both realized that there was an attraction of some type and if we wanted, there could be something more. At the time, we were both seeing other people, so what started as casual relationship talk evolved into detailed exchanges about what we were doing sexually. It was also during these talk’s that I confided to her that I had started swinging and found out she was bi. Those talks were like adding fuel to a quietly smoldering fire.

We both acknowledged that it was in our best professional and personal interest to NOT take what we knew about each other any further for fear of what we knew would happen. So with that we settled into the tension and let it flow.

Until two months ago.

Interlude

On my way home one evening, I called her because I wanted a female perspective on an issue I was having. Sure enough, she was home and told me to stop by. Sitting on her couch with her legs draped across mine, we chatted for a while on my situation. All was good, but then we both kinda looked at each other as we saw we had been caressing each other more intimately than we had done before.

When Deena got a call from this guy she was fucking, why I decided to slip my hands in her panty-less sweatpants is beyond me. But I did and she protested not one bit. She talked for a good 15 minutes while I enjoyed the feel of her clit on my fingers. By the end of the call, her hands were in my jeans caressing me, shaft AND balls. It felt so good, but when she got off the phone, in a move that was extremely out of character for me, I told her it was time for me to bounce.

As I stood up to try to adjust myself, she offered her version of help, that being bending down at her waist and take my entire shaft in her mouth, very slowly, and sucking me for about two minutes with me standing bracing myself on her shoulders. I was so ready to explode, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. My only words when she was done was “shit.”

Yeah, I was surprised, but so was she by my next move.

I told her that it wasn’t fair and when she stood up, I pulled her sweats down, pushed her on the couch, spread her legs and grabbed her clit with my lips. I did the same thing to her. I knew she was not a submissive-type woman in the bedroom, but she didn’t complain at all by what I did. I could feel her body shaking from the quickness with which I flicked my tongue on her surprisingly phat clit. If I wanted her orgasm, it was mine to take. She knew it. I knew it. But as she did me, I stopped after two minutes. She echoed the same sentiments as I did as walked thru her door to my car.

For the next few weeks, while we acknowledged what had happened, we didn’t allow ourselves to be alone together. On a whim one Saturday, I passed by her house on a sunny afternoon not expecting to see her car in the driveway. But it was. I called her and told her I had just passed her spot and she told me to come back. I did the u-turn and she met me at the door.

Back to that same couch where we were before, we talked and caught up on the happenings of weeks since we last saw each other. I mentioned that work was getting on my nerves, so she offered a massage to help relax me. It had been a minute since I had a good massage, so I took her up on her offer. Minutes later, I am laying there across her bed shirtless as she worked my shoulders and lower back. Her hands were golden. At a point where I thought she was done, I tried to get up to put my shirt back on when she turns to me and says she isn’t finished, that she had to do the front, too.

Now, I am not a boy scout by any means, but with her, because of our closeness in other parts of our lives, was treading very carefully. At this point, we both knew what was next. Deena worked the front of my shoulders and caressed her way down, brushing my nipples. She knew it was one of my spots from our many conversations. M y dick jumped to attention and all she did was lean on it while now purposely fucking with me. She loved it, and I loved it. By the time she got past my nipples, my dick had managed to creep under my waistband and was sticking out to my belly button. It was still pressed firmly down, but the top half was exposed. Deena began to lick and suck on just the head. Slowly. It felt incredible.

Her tongue ran up and down where she could. She licked the head of my dick and tongued the hole. She sat up and unbuckled me (a sexy move I love for a woman to do to me), releasing me from my tortured position. As she did before, she worked her way down my shaft to the back of her throat. For the next 20 minutes, Deena made love to my dick with her mouth. She spent minutes sucking on my swollen balls and licking the BOTTOM of the dick, just enjoying me.

She didn’t say a word. I could feel the wave building inside of me and so could she. She asked me was I ready and I moaned “yes baby” to her. Now fully on her knees, she took my dick down to the root and then began to make swallowing motions with her throat. As she pulled out, the saliva coated that my dick left a trail from the head to her chin. Taking my dick in her hand, she slow stroked me keeping her thumb along the bottom of the shaft, as if she was milking me.

And that she did.

I exploded with a grunt and a groan. My cream splashed on my stomach a few times and then boiled out like hot lava down her hand. Deena again was silent, looking at what I had told her about many times-that I cum A LOT. She took my head in her mouth and sucked what cum remained then started to smile.

“Dayum you didn’t lie about cumming a lot and your taste. Dayum you taste good.”

With that pronouncement, she began to clean me with her lips, licking up all the cum she could. There was nothing I could do but grin like a Cheshire Kat. When she was done, she retreated to the bathroom to get two warm towels to wash and dry me.

“That was for you. I know you needed it after the week you had. That is what friends like us do for each other. And unfortunately Mother Nature will not allow you to do anything to me.” Deena smiled knowing she had one up on me.

“That’s fine, but do understand, you just threw a boomerang and at some point, it is going to come back to you. Soon. Just keep the “swooshing” sound in mind when we talk until such times…”

Later that night, she called.

“I just want you to know I have wanted to do that for some time, and I am glad I could take care of you like that. I know my ass has a target on it now, and I am cool with that, too.”

The last thought before I drifted off to sleep was the look in her eyes with my dick in her mouth. Her eyes spoke volumes about what was going thru her mind. They simply said “finally.”



Postlude

I am going to skip over the part about her giving me head the following week in the parking lot of a diner we went to after a production meeting.

I will fast forward to a recent event, though. I stopped by her house because I needed some time out and away from my life. As we lay across her bed talking about what was going on with me, somehow we get on the subject of masturbation. She tells me she has never seen a man jerk off, so I offered to do it for her. I had not for at least three days prior, so I knew my balls were full.

I laid back and stroked my dick for while, and let her stroke me some more. Somewhere near the time I was about to cum, she wraps her lips around my dick and it literally felt like she was sucking the cum from deep within my balls...she sucked every drop of cum I could give her. She was about to cycle, so alas, I STILL hadn’t had a chance to lick her pussy.

THEN, she tells me about one of her girlfriends in school...Citten, a true freak. She calls her to let her talk to me. Not more then 10 minutes into the conversation, WE are having phone sex while my friend is sucking me AGAIN. Deena knew that Citten wanted to fuck her, but she isn’t going to let it happen alone. A 3some is a strong possibility in the future (can you see the smile on my face?).

I’ll get back to y’all another time about what happens next.

This is fucked up!!!!
So one day .... a girl was sick and her boy friend had come over to help her out. He brought soup and brownies, and a tape of moesha with him 4 them 2 watch.
After she eats the soup she pops in the tape then her boyfriend says he have 2 go.
After the tape a scene of her boyfriend gettin head from her best friend pops up.
Her best friend spits the cum in the brownie mix and her boyfriend looks up at the camera and says "y been dumped"

Fucking the Help, Act 1--Tanisha the Housekeeper

I pulled up to the Bell house at 7:45 AM, exactly fifteen minutes early. It was raining outside that day—I distinctly remember Jeanie complaining that she shouldn’t have let her car sit in the driveway. Throwing my newspaper over my head, I dashed to the front door and went inside.

I almost knocked Mrs. Bell over after slamming the door behind me. She was hopping on one leg in the foyer, pulling on her heels on her way out the door.

“Hello Tanisha,” she said, holding the wall for support.

“Hello Mrs. Bell.” I was careful not to get any water on her expensive suit as I dropped the paper to the floor.

“A bit cold for skirts today, dontcha think?”

I looked at her, forcing myself not to smile.

“It’s just from the car to the house and back. I get hot when I’m working.”

She wasn’t even listening—I could tell from the absent-minded look on her face as she primped in the mirror.

“Make sure you sweep the laundry room; you forgot to do it Monday.”

“Sorry, I was rushing. I’ll do it first thing.”

Jeanie looked at me with a disapproving look on her face. I knew that I would have probably been replaced awhile ago if it were up to her. But what Jeanine didn’t know is that I would never be fired. Not as long as she was married to Dean.

“Have a good day, Mrs. Bell,” I said as she opened the door and walked out. Jeanine simply raised her hand without turning back and hurried to her car. I looked out the window as she backed out of the driveway and drove down Privet Drive.

Now that she was gone I had to get to work. I primped in the same mirror that she used just seconds ago. My makeup was still intact and my hair was fine. Satisfied, I went upstairs and walked down the hallways to Dean’s office.

When I opened the door, I found him sitting behind his desk as usual, the telephone receiver wedged between his shoulder and his head. He usually spent half the day or more arguing with someone on the phone. He looked up from his monitor briefly as I walked in and waved me over.

“She gone?” he said, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. I shook my head yes, resting my hand on the back of his leather chair.

Dean patted the top of the desk, which I knew to mean he wanted me up there. As he wheeled himself backwards, I sat down on the finished surface and slid back, letting my legs dangle off the edge. Barely looking at me, Dean wheeled himself up to my knees and began untying my shoes. Even though he was only ten years older than me, there’s something so fatherly about having him take off my shoes like this—even after almost two years working here, I’d never gotten used to it.

Once my damp sneakers hit the floor, I drew my legs up until my bare feet were up on the table. Leaning back on my hands, I opened my legs several inches, exposing the scandalously thin panties that I had on underneath. I’d used a mirror to look at myself while in this position before, and so I knew that they barely covered my pussy. Which was exactly what Dean liked. Hell, he picked these out for me personally. Before I started here, I saved this type of underwear for special occasions. Now I wear them damn near every day.

For just a minute I sat there while he stared at me, getting hard. Then, as he turned his attention back to his PC, he lazily picked up his favorite pen and began stroking me with it. The feeling of the cold metal (100% Sterling silver, a gift from his wife) against my pussy was weird, but totally familiar by that point. He used it to trace the outside of my mound, occasionally drawing it up to middle to highlight my camel toe. God, it drove me crazy. Dean likes for me to taunt him, but he was the true tease—always taking his time, getting me excited well before it's time for the main course.

After about three minutes my panties were damp. Dean rubbed the pen into my slit just enough to moisten it a little, then put it down next to his mouse. It caught the light even more when it was wet, but I pulled my attention back to his face to prepare for his fingers. Dean Bell’s magical fingers have gotten me off hundreds of times in the past. I don’t know how he got so damn good with his hands, but if a man can make you come without using his dick or his tongue, he’s gifted in my book.

He started slow like he always does, rubbing and tracing my lips through and around the darkened spot in my crotch. He ground his thumb into my slit, opening me up ever so slightly with just the one hand (his other one is still cradling his phone as he chatted away with his coworkers). Tenderly he massaged my clit until it was hard and erect, a tiny bump poking out from underneath the red cotton of my panties. Dean gently pinched my little bead a few times as I tossed my head back in pleasure. I felt more wetness seep out—premature, even for me. I knew I was going to come soon.

Dean must have known too (he’s familiar with my body like that), because he finally pulled the wet crotch to the side and exposed my pussy. Just feeling the air hit it drove me wild. Ever so slightly, he eased his middle finger inside, palm facing up, and rubbed my inner wall. He meant business. Involuntarily, I tightened around his thick finger, which made him rub me a bit faster. I guess that, subconsciously, I knew that’s what would happen if I tightened up, and I’m sure that he knows that as well. The sensation of the bottom part of his finger moving in and out while the tip is working the inside was unbelievable. One finger, ladies and gentlemen. The man is a fucking master.

I began moaning, lowly at first (he is on the phone, after all) but soon I’ll get louder. And Dean knows this.

“Stephen, I got another call—can I call you back?” he said. A few seconds later he hung up the phone, and I grabbed the crotch of my panties and pulled them back even further.

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” I moaned, tossing my head back and putting more weight on my free arm. Dean was rapidly fucking me with his finger at that point, and I closed my eyes tightly as the waves began washing over me. Cum squirted hard out of my pussy, wetting his hand and the desk beneath it in the process. But Dean didn’t stop. The sweet torture continued, and I pulled my knees together until my screams filled the room.

At some point the orgasms stopped and Dean pulled his finger out. The lights seemed brighter when I opened my eyes, almost bright enough to sting. When they adjusted, I saw Dean standing with his dick in his hands, ready to fuck me.

He couldn’t get it in fast enough. I watched as he entered me, sliding his rock-hard dick all the way inside. That’s how Dean liked to start—long, full strokes, to maximize the feeling. I could feel each and every inch of him inside, thick and throbbing, blood pulsing through that huge vein that snakes along the side of his shaft. He pulled out and I exhaled, knowing that this was just the beginning. He was completely charged up, yes—I could tell from the look on his face—but even a quickie from Dean lasts at least ten minutes. I wondered how many times I would pop before he did.

He slid it back in and back out, never slowing down or speeding up (yet), content with his rhythm for now. His fat cock filled me up over and over, and I busted again within a matter of minutes (damn you and your dick, Dean Bell). He fucked me continuously, and I squeezed and milked him better than I ever had before. It is good dick, the best dick, and I am fucking lucky to have it.

I don’t know how long he held out, or how many times I came all over that thick dick, but sometime after my arm grew tired and I laid down on the desk Dean really started sticking it to me. I grabbed the edges of the table and held on for dear life as he pulled me into him with those large, beautiful hands. My sweaty body, hot from fucking while still fully dressed, grew even hotter as another orgasm began to bear down. But Dean was already in the home stretch. He brought our groins together only a few more times before unleashing a huge load inside me. If I hadn’t have just fucked him the day before I would have thought that he’d saved up for a couple of weeks to produce that much cum. After filling me up, he pulled his dick out and rubbed it into my clit, forcing that last climax out of me before backing away.

It took both of us awhile before we could move again. My head hung over the edge of the desk, staring at the upside-down north wall of his study. I could vaguely feel our mixed cum oozing out onto his desk, where one of us (him, most likely) would have to clean it up shortly. That is, unless he wanted to go another round first.

He didn’t. Not yet, anyway. Once he found the strength to move, he leaned over and gave me a brief kiss on the lips; his way of saying, “That was good—now let me get back to work.” I didn’t take it personally. Even though my legs felt like rubber, I stood (with a little help from him) and walked to the other side of his desk. My panties were gooey and wet, so I peeled them off and walked towards the door. I could wash them later when I did the laundry.

“Tanisha?”

I turned back to Dean, pulling the hair out of my face. “Yeah?”

Picking up his pen, he pointed to the table to his left. There was a glass of water and some pills that he left out for me. My birth control. Dean insisted on personally making sure I took it every day. It made no sense when I thought about it, because he trusted me enough to take it on the weekends, when I didn’t work. But still, he wanted to be absolutely sure. Some people just have their ways, I guess.

I popped a pill out of the wrapping and swallowed it with the water. Again, I didn’t take it personally. Dean isn’t my fucking husband.

For the next few hours I did my “other job”—cleaning Dean and Jeanie’s house. After two years it becomes so routine that you don’t even think about it. For the most part, I was thinking about Dean screwing my brains out before breakfast. Walking around in a short skirt with no panties didn’t help, either—going bare-pussy constantly reminded me of my most important duty here at the House of Bell.

When the time to do laundry did come around, I grabbed my undies and dropped them in the machine alone with their clothes. Once I was upstairs, I ran into Dean again by the railing.

“I just started the laundry—your socks should be ready in about an hour.” I said.

“Thanks, but I won’t be leaving after all. My meeting was cancelled.”

“Oh.”

“Turn around.”

I turned my back to him and put my hands on the railing, looking down at the foyer and hallway. Dean lifted up my skirt and began playing with my ass—something he often did when I wore skirts. He often told me how much he loved my ass, but no explanation was needed—it was evident considering how he was always grabbing and smacking it.

Then, without warning, he turned me back around and stuck his finger (that same finger) inside me while sticking his tongue in my mouth. I knew then it was going to be one of those days.

His hand moved from my pussy to my chest, fingering the hardening nipples through my top. Predictably, he lifted the shirt and started massaging my breasts with both hands, and I melted. Dean could get me up without even trying, and I did the same for him. It’s because of that chemistry that we still fuck like newlyweds after all this time.

We stood at the top of the stairs, feeling each other up for the better part of ten minutes. Once I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, though, it was on. Dean turned me back around and began drilling me from the back, his hands planted firmly on my hips.

“Oh—fuck—yeah!” I mumbled, each word slightly cut off at the end. That’s what happens when you talk while getting dick slammed into you—the impact interrupts the flow of your voice and each word stands by itself, making you sound like an idiot.

It must have been because I wasn’t expecting it, but I was even hungrier for his dick this time around. Plus I love getting done doggy-style, hard and fast, with Dean taking control the way he did. I spread my legs wide and arched my back, and when he reached around and pushed his hand underneath my bra I came instantly. Dean fucked me throughout the orgasm, gently pulling on my nipples as I lowered my head down to the railing.

Then came another surprise. His cock well-lubed with my cum, Dean pulled out and slowly began to push it into my ass. I raised my head and grabbed my left cheek as he eased it inside.

“Fuck…shit…” I yelled, unable to stop myself from swearing. Ever so slowly, Dean slid his wet dick in and started fucking my back door. He insisted on me keeping my ass ready for him at all times and, even though he didn’t go there too often, I had to be prepared.

It took a little while to get back in the swing of things, but before long Dean was nailing my asshole just as fast as he did my pussy. I looked down at the floor below, my heart beating out of my chest. It had been awhile, and I had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a nice hard dick back there.

“FUCK!” Dean bellowed, reaching around to rub my pussy for me. Once he got his hands on my clit, it was all over. I climaxed again, cumming all over the plush beige carpet that lined the hallway. A moment later Dean came inside me, pumping another impossibly huge load in my ass. We both went weak at the knees, then he pulled out and leaned against the wall behind him while I held myself up on the railing.

I couldn’t help myself. I turned around and kissed him for a good five minutes or so, jacking him off the whole time. Nobody had ever gotten me off the way he consistently did. Some days I felt like I should be paying him.

Before he pulled away from me, Dean ground the head of his dick into my pussy for a few seconds, driving me nuts.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he said, the traces of a smile beginning to form on his face. But, just as soon as they appeared, they were gone. And, shortly thereafter, he was back to work. I followed suit.

I finished the laundry, vacuumed the floors and did the rest of my duties as the day wore on, all the while still worked up from all that amazing dick. For the rest of the day his office door was closed, meaning that he was too busy to stop…for anything. At four-thirty I was done for the day, so I went to the living and sat down to rest.

After only a few minutes I heard the office door open and stood up. If there wasn’t anything else to do I would be free to leave, but I didn’t get my hopes up. Dean was horny as hell, and I just knew that he wouldn’t let me go without another good fuck.

“Tanisha?”

“Yes?”

“Can you bring the mail up?”

“Sure.”

I grabbed the stack of letters that I’d brought in earlier and went upstairs. As usual, Dean was on the phone, so I put the mail down and waited patiently by the door. A couple of minutes later he dropped the phone and, after rifling through the letters, looked up at me with that look in his eyes.

“Come here.”

I walked over to Dean and got wet all over again as he removed my skirt and top, leaving me wearing nothing but my bra (my panties were still in the laundry room, my gym shoes still sitting next to Dean’s golf clubs in the corner). After unfastening his pants, he reached out and pulled me into his lap so that I was facing him. Digging my knees into the soft leather on either side of him, I lowered myself onto his dick and began riding him furiously. Dean took my breasts into his mouth, alternating between each one while thrusting into me from underneath. I grabbed his head and held it against my chest almost the entire time, occasionally pulling his lips to mine to steal a kiss. Our lips met over and over again, and when he took control by pulling me down onto his dick I came hard. But we didn’t stop. My cum rolled down between his legs, wetting the brown leather of his chair as our skin rolled back and forth over it. I rode him for a few more minutes before he turned me around so that I was facing the door. My folded knees straddled over both sides of his lap, I bounced up and down on his dick some more, squeezing it as tight as humanly possible. Dean suddenly grabbed my hips on an upstroke and, holding me in the air, started thrusting into me faster than ever. I grabbed the armrests and moaned loudly while he rapid-fired my pussy, quickly bringing me to yet another orgasm.

Once I stopped shaking I found that I had little energy left—it took everything out of me just to squeeze him as he pushed and pulled me over his still-hard dick. After awhile he stopped to catch his breath, and I took advantage of the break. Sliding onto the floor, I turned around and put most of his cock in my mouth, sucking him in fast and hard. Almost immediately Dean stood up and began pushing deeper inside of me, until finally he let go with a loud cry. For the third time that day a huge load was inside me and, without thinking twice, I swallowed all of it.

“God...damn,” was all Dean could say as I released his softening dick. He had to grab the desk to keep from falling over. Just because I could, I sucked his balls into my mouth a few times before standing up.

It was then, in that sudden silence, that we heard a car door slam outside. Was it five o’ clock already? Simultaneously we both looked at the clock on the wall. Sure enough, the minute hand had already crept past the 12. Jeanie was home.

Quickly but calmly I slipped my clothes back on one by one, including my shoes. Dean did the same, and I hurried out, reaching the bottom of the stairs just as the front door opened.

“Mrs. Bell.”

“Hi Tanisha,” she said, not even looking up at me.

“I’m just about to bring the laundry up. Is there anything else you would like me to do before I leave?”

“I trust you swept the laundry room?”

“Yes.”

“Then no.”

I turned to head to the basement.

“Is my husband home?”

“Ummm…I’m not sure. I haven’t seen him all day, he’s either been out or in his office.”

“I see. Well, I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

“Have a good evening, Mrs. Bell.”


Once I got downstairs, I slipped my underwear back on and brought up the laundry. I put it in the bedroom like I always do and walked back out into the hallway. The Bells were busy chatting about something in the office when I grabbed my purse and left.

I slept like the dead that night, but woke up bright and early the next day. After my usual coffee and bagel, I pulled up to the Bell house at 7:45 on the nose and ran in Jeanie on my way in. She left after the usual chitchat and, after briefly primping in the foyer mirror, I headed back upstairs to Dean’s office.

*Name has been changed to protect the guilty*
Aight, this took place this past weekend, and I have to admit, I have never brought a girl back from the darkside before. I'll explain what that means.

Anyways, I met Candy in Hilton Head. She's a security guard at this rich upscale apartment complex. She looked hella good in her uniform. I pulled up and showed my ID and told her I was visiting a friend. I wasn't even flirting like that, but she just asked me out of the blue if I had a girlfriend. I told her naw and she gave me her number and told me to call her after 11:00, when her shift was over. Well I call her up, we chit chatted over the phone for about a week and a half, and she invited me over to her crib. So I got directions and I get there and we just chillin, talking, watching CSI. Then the topic of sex comes up and she tells me she's all into freaky stuff and that it's been a long time that she's been with someone. I 'm like yeah that's cool and all, so what's up. Then she tells me that she's a lesbian, and she hasn't dated a man in like four years. But she tells me that for some reason, she was attracted to me.

Well, next thing I know, we wound up kissing, she's all over me like an octopus in heat, sucking my dick. She pulled her pants off, and we went at it right on the couch. The whole time I'm pumping away, she's spazzing out, going crazy. I'm thinking maybe she was in pain or some shit, but she was wilin' out. So I flip her over, and I'm hittin it from the back, and she's bucking, hollerin like crazy. I put it in her ass, and she was really into it, pushing back on my dick. And I nutted shortly after that.

So after I pulled out, I don't know if she was just half delirious from fucking, but she said, "I'm not messing with women no more, not after that". I kept my cool when she said that, but after I left, I was in the car like, "FUCK YEAH, I DONE TURNED A LESBIAN OUT". Thus I pulled her from the darkside.

nice...real nice

sex....thats all the young generation has 2 pay attention 2.....its sad

Dear Diary:

Nakisha made me... Okay I’ll start like this; I don’t know what’s up with me anymore. Ever since I broke up with John, I’ve been doing it more and more. Yeah I know he didn’t have good sex anyway, but at least I was having sex. He couldn’t give me orgasms unless I pretty much ignored him and got myself off, but at least I was getting sex. Now it’s like without him...nah, without some dick in my life I’m masturbating more than anyone should. Now you know I don’t think there’s anything wrong with masturbating, but I’m doing it all the time. I think having sex with John was actually getting in the way of me masturbating. I think I’d do it four times a day if I could. That’s too much right? I heard a woman on a TV show say she did it every couple of hours-almost a dozen times a day. Lucky bitch. I really don’t have a problem with that Diary, I like getting off. I like masturbating. But I think I might be into some other stuff that I don’t know if I’m ready for.

Nakisha called me yesterday to tell me about her new man. I don’t like the dude at all, but you know how ‘Kisha is. She’ll fuck any guy that tells her she’s pretty. This was the first time in a while though, and I really didn’t have anything better to do, so I let her go through her normal routine of telling me exactly when, where, and how he fucked her. I’m a good friend like that. So, I laid down on the couch, just to get comfortable, and let her get into her rant. She was trying to brag as usual, but that girl wouldn’t know good sex if it bit her on the clit-literally...well that’s what I thought , anyway.

I was just laying there, listening to her starting on about how she thought he was all sexy and cut, and how he had muscles that bulged even when he wasn’t flexing. She was always graphic like that. I was watching TV, so I could care less and I just let her continue. She told me about how she had a long day and wanted to burn some stress off, but didn’t know what to do until he showed up with some flowers for her. Now, I know ‘Kisha’s a hoodrat, so having him bring her real flowers probably made her soak her underwear. She was like, she just jumped on him right there, just needing a fuck, not even a good one, just a fuck. I was thinking to myself “yeah go on and finish your mundane-ass fuck story”. But then she made this noise.

She like, breathed out this long, soft moan that slid into my ear and made me actually pull away and look at the handset. She said he didn’t even kiss her, just pulled her shirt off and stuck his tongue into her belly button. She said it felt “soooooooo fucking nice”. It must of felt good, because she never sounded like this when she talked about her sex life. She kept going. Said he licked her belly button all slow and tickled it with his tongue while they stood right there in her living room. She was talking all slow and soft, and kept moaning into the phone, like she had her eyes closed, reliving it. She kept saying over and over how his tongue moved up and down and up and down and up and down, all wet and soft, and hot. I laid there on the couch listening to her, realizing after a few minutes that my hand was under my shirt, teasing my belly button while she talked.

She kept talking about how his tongue felt like it was a wet, soft, hot sponge. She kept saying how she was standing there, feeling his goatee tickling her stomach. I pulled my shirt up slowly, all the way over my breasts while she talked. She kept saying how his face made the skin of her stomach feel warm and tingly. I started rubbing my stomach with my hand, making my skin all hot while she kept talking softly about him licking her belly button. She said his hands moved up to her breasts, but she said “titties” as always. It kinda felt right hearing “titties” though. Made it sound nasty....Titties. She said he starting squeezing her...titties behind her bra. And I knew what it felt like. We’re about the same size all over and she said his hands covered her titties and just mashed them softly between his fingers. I closed my eyes and starting squeezing my...titties with one hand while I kept rubbing my stomach and belly button with the other one. She kept moaning while she talked.

She said he pulled her bra down and let her titties fall out while he kept on squeezing them. I waited a few seconds. I didn’t why I was doing it, but it felt good. It felt hot. It felt right. I pulled my bra down, under my titties and just squeezed them with my bare hand. I moaned into the phone. and she stopped. It got silent for a second and I finally snapped out of it. I realized what I doing. All kinds of excuses and fake explanations started rolling through my head. I was breathing so hard, afraid that she was going to say something like “what the fuck is you doing girl”, but no. She just repeated herself. She said, quote ”His hands starting squeezing my naked titties girl, and I felt my nipples get so hard...mmmmm.” And, I moaned again as she kept talking. She said “You know how it feels when you feel a hand slide across your nipple and just squeeze your whole titty?” And I said yes as my nipples got stiff as I slid my hand from breast...from titty to titty. She said her whole chest felt hot. My whole chest felt hot, too.

She said his tongue started sliding up her stomach, making her skin warm and moist, tickling it softly, but mostly making her shake. I slid my hand up my stomach, making my skin warm and moist (from sweat), and it made me shiver. I closed my eyes again as I moaned softly into the phone. She said his face moved over her ribs and finally onto her titties. I starting rubbing my titties with both hands. It felt so good. I began following her story like directions, squeezing when she said he squeezed and mashing them together when she said he mashed. And then she said he began to suck her left nipple. I moaned softly into the phone as I pulled my left nipple up to my mouth, craned my neck down and sucked it. It was a stretch but I could do it, and I kept doing it, sucking my nipple hard between my lips, feeling myself shivering from the sensation while she just repeated “...and sucked, and sucked, and sucked”. My titty tasted so good.

She said his hands left her titties and slid down her body. I slid my right hand down my body as she seemed to instruct me to do. My body felt so soft and hot. Damn my body felt so good. She said he starting taking her belt out and pulling her pants down. I did the same as I laid there. I undid my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans with one hand. She said he very quickly pushed her pants and her thong all the way down and she actually told me that her pussy felt relieved to be out. Diary...I actually told to her to hold on, put the phone between my shoulder and my head, and ripped my jeans and my panties off, before I told her to go on. I don’t know if she knew what I did or not, but she continued for me.

She said he licked her pussy while she stood right there. I pushed my finger between my leg and I just sighed loud and hard into the phone. She had to have heard it, but she just kept on. I pushed my middle finger down between my lips and felt a warm, wetness coat it. My palm was resting over my clit and it felt so good. Diary, it felt SO GOOD. I mashed my legs together as I laid there and listened to her, sliding my finger up and down between my lips slowly. She said he licked her pussy for just a little bit before he stood up and, now this is a quote “whipped out that long -ass horse dick”. I “oohed” into the phone and she moaned back softly as she continued.

She said his dick bounced and bobbed up and down and side to side as he stepped out of his pants. She said it was very long, and thin, veiny and already rock hard, sticking straight out in front of him. She said it jumped up and down every now and then as he stood in front of her. And then she said he bent her over. I was squirming on the couch, trying to keep the phone between my head and my shoulder while I tugged my nipple and worked my finger up and down between my tightly-mashed-together lips down there. But then she said he pushed her over the arm of the couch and just pressed his dick against her pussy from behind. She said he stood there letting her feel that hard head just barely parting her lips and without warning just, plunged his dick into her. I dropped my right leg off the side of the couch and pushed my middle finger and my ring finger down into my pussy. They slid between my lips and right up into me. I felt my fingers touching the upper walls of my pussy and I came. I CAME, Diary, god, I came.

It was a mellow orgasm, but I rode it, arching my hips up and pushing my fingers down, fucking myself slowly while I squeezed my nipple harder than I ever had before. I was breathing so hard, but I was trying not to make an audible noise. god, I came all over my fingers. 'Kisha had stopped too. I hope she just paused to do something. I hope she didn’t hear me, but I know she did. god I came softly for several minutes, with slippery, hot, creaminess all over my fingers. I finally relaxed back down on the couch, and as if on cue, she started right back. I clinched my thighs together around my hand as she continued. My pussy was so hot.

She said his dick made her tremble as soon as he started working it. She said her pussy was hungry and he made it stretch with that long dick while he pushed into her. I couldn’t help it Diary. I started again. I felt so guilty. I didn’t want to... but I wanted to cum again. My pussy felt so ready. I was still wet. Not just wet from the first time, but getting wetter. I could feel it all between my hips. It made my anus feel so warm and slippery while I laid there. I started rubbing my pussy this time. I turned on my side, facing the back of the couch and raise my leg onto the arm. I used my hand and just start rubbing in circles, over my clit, over my lips and just a little deeper. I just kept rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. It felt so good listening to her voice. She said he fucked her slowly at first but after only a few minutes he’d begun moving faster and faster. She said she felt herself getting closer. She said she could feel the length of his dick sliding out of her only to plunge back in. She said she felt her pussy tighten up. She said it got hard to stand up as her legs got wobbly. She said he started making her wail. I began rubbing my pussy so hard, Diary, I rubbed my pussy so hard, I could hear how wet it was. She said he just stopped and slammed his long dick into her pussy as she bent over that couch. She said he pushed her down and ground his whole length into her. I was bucking and shaking, feeling my insides swelling. I felt my pussy opening against my hand as I rubbed and rubbed, sloshing and splattering liquid wetness all over my fingers and my palm. And then she told me how hard she came and I just flew over the edge. My pussy literally erupted Diary. It made my pussy feel like it was turning inside out. I came. Diary, god I came all over my fingers so hard. I felt the inside of my pussy push out and my walls just shut hard. I yelled out. I yelled into the damn phone. I just yelled. Dammit what the hell is wrong with me? But God ... I came so hard though. I was facing the back of the couch with my hand dripping wet, breathing so hard that I was “oohing” as I calmed down. She’d paused again.

She started up as I caught my breath. She didn’t even say anything. I was lost. My head was spinning. My body was burning up. My nipples, and my tities ached. I wanted to cum again. I needed one more. I needed it. She said he didn’t even care if she came, he was just getting his. She said it made her hotter that he was just breaking it off. She said he finally stood up and flipped her over, half hanging off the couch. She said his dick was glistening with wetness and almost standing up against his stomach. I could picture it. It made my pussy clinch. I actually asked her, almost begged her to tell me what he did next.

She said he had this hard, crazed look in his eyes, like he was going to do whatever it takes to get off. I knew that look. I had it right then. She told me he just stood over her and lifted her legs up around his waist, actually pulling her hips off the couch, leaving her resting on her shoulders. She said he pushed that long dick into her again. She said she watched it disappear into her pussy. Diary, god, I imagined 'Kisha’s pussy. I imagined hot wet and swollen and dark her pussy must have been. I started pushing a finger into my pussy as she talked. She said it felt so raw that he was just using her. Imagined him now, lifting my ass off my couch and fucking me deep, stretching my pussy. I got another finger into my pussy while I slid around and planted my feet on the floor. I was slouching low on the couch and arching my hips like I was being fucked while I fingered my pussy. I lost it. I just started “oohing” and groaning into the phone while my titties bounced and shook as I fucked myself.

She said he started fucking her harder. Sweat trickled into my eye and I shook my head wildy. I felt my hair sling back and forth and it made my head spin. I pushed a third finger into my pussy. I was groaning so loud.. I was bucking on the couch with my feet planted on the floor while she kept on. She was talking louder and louder, matching the volume of my yelling. Oh my god Diary she was acting it out now. She was moaning how he had made her moan and she was shaking and rattling the phone. I could hear it shuffling and muffling her voice in and out. And then, out of nowhere she said he started pounding her hard as he lifted her ass off the couch. My pussy was stretched so tight around my fingers and I shaped my fist as best I could to squeeze my fourth finger in there. 'Kisha yelled into my ear “I’m cumming!” Oh my god, I almost blacked out. My pussy just... exploded, pushing my fingers out and making my feet slam into the floor as my hips raised off the couch. I felt my insides pushing out. I felt my stomach rippling. I felt my pussy convulsing. My titties ached. My clit trembled. My hips shivered. My teeth chattered. My eyes clinched. My nipples throbbed.. I yelled her name into the phone.

I yelled her goddamn name.

I don’t know how long the phone was quiet, but when I finally asked if she was still there, she acted like nothing had happened. She said “and that’s what it was like. That nigga was good.” I was so dumbfounded. I was half-laying on my couch, about to slide off, with my hands down by my sides, naked and feeling like a whore. I took advantage of myself. But Diary, good god it felt so good. She cleared her throat and said she’d call me later, because it was time for her to head to work. I'd forgotten she had weird hours. So, I said yeah and let her go, like nothing happened, and just laid there in the cool dampness all over my couch cushions.

What the hell is wrong with me, Diary? Am I a lesbian? Am I a nympho? Am I weird? Why do like masturbating so much? Why don’t I have any self control?

I wonder if she’s going to see him again. I want to hear another story. Or maybe, I just want to hear her. I don’t know, but I hope we’re still friends. I’ll talk to her later. But, Diary, still... I can’t believe Nakisha made me cum

Kari was hot. Not playboy hot, but attractive nonetheless in a natural, wholesome kind of way. She wasn't one to dress up. In fact, she'd often come to class in nothing more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. If I was lucky though, she would wear shorts And I'd get a view of her perfect, well muscled legs. She never wore makeup, but her skin was always flawless. She had a deep tanned skin tone that was an indicator of her half-oriental background and drove me crazy. Her dark hair was often tied back in a ponytail, but usual just flowed freely down to her shoulders. I always wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around me and often I would find myself staring at them for longer periods of time than I should have. I knew she had a boyfriend, however, and never made a move. I always figured that I wasn't her type anyway, so I was happy enough to remain friends. Until last Friday.

I was sitting in the crowded lecture theater waiting for class to begin, when Kari came in and sat down beside me. I turned to make some small talk, but after seeing the stern, angry look on her face I decided against it. As sweet as she could be, Kari had a bit of a temper, and I did not want to be on the losing end of that deal. I stared at her legs as she roughly pulled a book from her back pack. Her hair looked to be a little damp, so I figured she had just been at the gym and had taken a shower before class.

"Why are men such assholes?" She asked suddenly.

I smirked to myself.

"Trouble at home?" I asked, uninterested.

"That son of a bitch was out until 4am last night! And then he comes home all drunk and wants to fuck! Can you believe that?"

I looked around nervously. Kari's voice was rising every second.

"And I know he was out trying to get some!" she continued. "Then, when he can't find some slut skanky enough to sleep with him, he comes and wakes me up!"

I was a little uncomfortable with the subject and was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Why don't you break up with him?" I asked.

"It's not that simple." she replied.

I knew she was right. Kari and her boyfriend had a two year old son that I knew was the only reason keeping them together.

"Then why don't you go out and have a good time?" I suggested. "Just go out with some friends and blow off some steam."

"Yeah, maybe I should. In fact, I should go and pick up some guy at a bar and get laid! That would show that bastard!"

"Or you and I could just go find a room right now," I said with a exaggerated smile, hoping to lift her spirits with a little humor.

Kari turned and stared at me. For a second I thought I had done something terribly wrong. I was waiting for a slap across the face, when she replied.

"Let's do it."

My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat.

"What...?"

"Let's go. Right now!"

Kari started packing up her books. I just sat there stunned.

"Hurry." she said. "I need to be back for the last half of class."

She got up and walked away. When she noticed that I wasn't following, she turned back.

"Are you coming?"

In a flash I was up and following her out the door.

As we made our way through the crowded hallway, I kept my eyes peeled for a place to go.

"In here." Kari said, motioning towards a bathroom. It was a single, so I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. She rushed me inside and closed the door, locking it behind her.

I walked up to her nervously. Our faces were just inches from each other. I could tell she was nervous as well.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

As a response, Kari leaned in and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She pulled back smiling.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said as I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back to me.

Our tongues fought with each other passionately, as Kari placed one hand on the back of my neck as her other hand struggled with the waist band of her shorts.

"Allow me." I said, as I slowly lowered myself down.

I hooked my fingers into her shorts and slowly began pulling them down her smooth sexy legs. as I did, I kissed her tanned skin trying to savor every moment. She kicked them away, and leaned back against the smooth tile wall as I went for her panties.


Slowly, I removed the garment, peeling it away from her firm, perfect ass and soon found myself staring at Kari's freshly shaved pussy. I gave her one last look, before finally going in.

I lightly touched my lips to her soft folds, eliciting a quiet moan from her mouth. I started kissing her pussy, as my tongue searched for her clit. When I zeroed in on her tiny fleshy button, I wrapped my lips around it and gently sucked. Her hands were going through my hair as I slipped a finger into her cunt.

Sliding my finger in and out, my tongue flicked at her clit as my other hand continued feeling up her leg. I wanted her so badly. I wanted all of her!

Removing my finger, I lifted one of Kari's legs up to the side, and pushed my tongue up into her tight wet pussy. She gasped and placed the leg over my shoulder pulling me deeper into her hot little hole. My nose was pressed up against her clit as my tongue massaged the inside of her pussy, w