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Lunch Break

If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.

I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.

My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”

“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”

A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”

“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”

With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.

Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.

To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.

The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.

Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”

I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.

“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.

My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.

Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.

I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.

It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.

The Substitute

Her daddy had barely been gone twenty minutes, yet the scent of his skin and the warmth of his breath on her neck still lingered. Mindlessly, her body responded to the memory. Her hips' gentle swaying on the bed, a memory so strong she would swear she could still feel every strong trust deep into her, robbing her of both breath and senses.

Her hands bunched the covers at her side, her whole body tensing and relaxing as it felt again the stretching by his thick member plunging deep within her. Her legs searched for him who had already gone, but due to the surge of renewed heat in her loins, were relentless in trying to restore him to his vaulted place between her thighs. She wasn't even conscious that they had made contact with the stuffie he had given her, but clamping it between her feet, she drew it along her legs, sighing at the soft, cool fur as it caressed her legs, landing at her center.

Her legs rose and clutched at it, pulling it tight against her aching, throbbing, pussy. Her ankles locked around it, pressing it against her as she remembered having done it with him, pulling him deeper with his every thrust as she used her legs as a fulcrum to heave her hips up to meet him. She remembered the low wet sounds as the stuffie was compressed and released in a rhythm reminiscent of that in which they had been lost only an hour before.

Her panting increased as she longed to have his tongue parting her pussy lips once again. She didn't notice that she had reached down and grabbed the stuffie's paw, dragging it roughly up and down over her now-soaked panties. Suddenly aware of her greater need, she pushed her inanimate companion beside her, pulled her panties to the side and drove her fingers deep into her tight, clenched warmth, releasing a low moan that was music to her own ears.

She didn't hear him return, having forgotten his work folder. It wasn't until he pulled her fingers from her pussy, stuck them into his mouth and sucked them clean that she was drawn from her trance, her eyes popping open.

“Glad I forgot, I'm ready for another round myself,” he whispered to her as his thick, hard shaft filled her once again.

The New Guy

“Well, and who is this,” I said, spying the handsome guy sitting alone along the wall at the coffee shop. He lowered his steaming cup long enough to look up from his Kindle and glance around the room. Our eyes met briefly. Briefly, because the instant it happened, his eyes jerked back to his eReader as though he would forever lose his place in whatever book he was reading. I was taken aback. Rejection is one thing, but revulsion? At seeing me? Intolerable! Not that I'm the most beautiful girl on campus, nor the sexiest, but damn, that reaction was totally unknown by me.

Even though his head had corrected position with incalculable speed, not one hair had moved out of place that framed that perfectly sculptured face, each feature looking like it was chiseled by a Medival grand master himself. He quickly took another sip of his cup as though to mask a bit of embarrasment at his reaction. My friend interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh, him. He's the transfer from the college across town. You might as well give up on him. In spite of his ruggedly handsome looks, and body to match, I've never seen so shy a guy in my life! I wonder who hurt him so that he's like that. Everyone in our friend group has taken their shot at him, and nothing. Zippo, nada, zero, nothing.” She was visibly disappointed as she delivered her brief bio and history. The way she would wring her hands and then cup her chin with them left nothing to the imagination of what she thought of him. Her eyes almost watered as her gaze seemed to freeze on him the whole time she was talking.

She was so lost in her thoughts by the time she finished that she didn't even hear what I said as I started to rise from my seat. “Wait, what...what did you say?” her eyes wide from being pulled from her sky-high daydream.

“I said, 'Challenge accepted!'” as I lifted my half emptied cup and headed boldly toward his table. I could hear her whispered protests as I left. Normally she would be encouraging me, but in this instance, I think she wanted me to fail, not out of jealousy, but knowing if I succeeded, there would be no chance for her.

His eyes never left his Kindle as I not only pulled up a chair, but drew it close to his. I took a seat without asking permission. He stiffened in in his seat but the die was cast – he couldn't be rude as deny me the place, though the cafe was only half full. Obviously, my choice of seats was intentional, but as I hoped, his shyness prevented him from refusing me access to his table.

“Hi, my name is Rachel. You must be new, I've never seen you around campus before and it's far from what anyone would call “extensive.”

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice as he responded flatly, “Yes, I just transferred in from across town. My name is Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake. Are you reading for pleasure or assignment?"

“Assignment, for sure. The semester is one third over and I have never read this book before.” He spoke quickly, hoping that his answers would satisfy me and that I'd finish my coffee and leave him alone. I glance over at my friend. There was an uncomfortable mixture of envy and spite that I had been so bold. Yet, it only enboldened me to break through this frozen exterier and make use of this handsome guy. “And I haven't had time for socializing while trying to catch up.”

“Well, you know what they say, 'All work and no play...' “ I said wryly as I reached across his lap for sweetner on his side of the table. My full breast pressed into his thigh as I leaned heavily on him. He stiffened again, any sign of comfort obliterated in a single action. I smiled on my inside, enjoying the torture. It was obvious that my thin Spring top shielded no bra as I was pressed against him. His nerves were on full display as he nearly choked on the coffee that filled his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I know I could have asked you to reach it for me, but I didn't want to break your concentration. I know what it is like to be behind. But I'll tell you a secret,” I said, leaning into his side, pressing my boobs against his arm, I whispered into his ear, “I have access to the summary and sample reports on what you're reading that would free up some time for you.” I could have left it at that. His discomfort was palpible, but I pressed my luck. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh under the table, stroking it methodically, but gently. Were those beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead in this highly air-conditioned room?

“I – I...,” he stuttered. “I need to do it this way. It's the only way I can retain the information.”

“Oh, but if you took the short cut, you'd have so much more time for me to show you the more fun aspects of our campus life.” I gave his thigh a small squeeze and he stiffened again. Letting my hand slide to his upper thigh and then across his crotch, I discovered that it wasn't only his upper body that had stiffened at my touch. I pressed on. “Our administration goes all out to make cmapus activities that will satisfy us so that we won't go into town seeking entertainment. It didn't start out that way, but the surrounding neighborhoods are less than desirable. But we manage to make the best of what is at hand,” my hand sliding along the bulge in his pants. I was quite pleased to discover that the required strokes to reach his length matched the perfection of his face and form. His cock jumped and pulsed under my touch. It obviousl brought an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, but he did not push me away.

“In fact," I continued, "you wouldn't have to go very far at all to find everything you could possibly want.” I let a slight smile grace my face to match the glint in my eye. His eyes shifted nervously to mine, acknowledging that he knew exactly what I meant. My fingers closed around the bulge now and I actively gripped him through his shorts, varying the pressure and speed with which I played with his cock. I smiled again as I could sense him tensing the cheeks of his ass to give tiny but effective thrust against my hand. Encouraged, I attacked him with more determined energy while not missing a beat on my verbal tour of campus life possibilities.

His breathing became noticibly raspy and his nods of acknowledment of what I was telling him became more than responding to our conversation. I could feel him start to throb and pulse, looked over at my friend who by now was well aware what I was doing. Suddenly he, gripped his coffee cup so tightly that the lip popped off and a bit of the coffee spilled onto his pants. Less from the hot coffee and more from the shock of what had just happened, he managed to grab a few napkins and dabbed at the growning stain on his pants. Of course, it wasn't all from the coffee. I got the impression that he was grateful for the disguise it provided. Looking at his expression, I wondered if he had actually done it on purpose for that reason.

“So sorry, about the spill. But here,” I said, tapping my phone to his as it lay on the table next to his eReader. “I've transferred my contact info to your phone. If you find that you have some free time come up, give me a ring.”

I turned and made my way back to my table. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my ass as I left and knew he would be scrambling to find that summary. I smiled in victory at my friend, who was flushed with jealousy and encouragement. After all, a victory for me also means an opportunity for her.

THE RESERVATION

“May I take off the mask now?” she asked.

“Must you be so impatient?” I replied. “Wait for me to open the door for you. I'll lead you in.”

She protested with a muffled, “Humph!” but relinquished her curiosity and waited. She listened in silence as I confirmed the reservation and paid for our session. The exchange only revitalized her curiosity, yet with great effort she remained silent.

I led her to our reserved room and guided her to a plush seat.

“Okay, you can remove the mask now.”

“What is this place?” she asked, looking around the room. Everything was elaborately decorated. Red leather lined the walls. There were several oddly shaped benches and chairs. There was a sink and vanity, but this was obviously not a typical hotel room or any familiar room for that matter. Several cutouts were dotting the opposing walls, each lined with cushioned black leather to contrast that of the wall. In one corner, there was an odd bench catercorner to two walls. At each end were two larger cutouts, one having a small cushioned ledge beneath it. On one wall between the cutouts hung several easily recognized BDSM implements – paddles, floggers, riding whips. She looked quizzed to me for an explanation.

“You were always curious when we would explore our kinks, wondering what a glory hole experience would be like, but hesitant because every one we had seen in porn was in some cheap restroom adapted with plywood holes drilled raggedly with a rough saw. This,” I responded waving my hand around, “is the country club version. In addition to the hefty membership fee, each session is a thousand dollars. Every member has to pass rigorous screening, including health ones for STDs. Here you can explore your abject fantasies with complete confidence.”

Her wide-eyed anxiety melted into a narrow-eyed grin. “How do I begin?” already tugging at her clothes. I watched as her body was revealed with each discarded piece of clothing. I picked them up and hung them on the provided hooks. They thought of everything when designing this place, including the tripod in the corner on which I set up my phone for recording.

“When you are ready, flip the switch on this wall. I will activate a light outside the room, alerting the patrons that the room is occupied and ready.” As soon as the switch was flipped, the cutouts began to fill with dicks of all shapes and lengths. Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop and she licked her lips as her mouth began to water. Kneeling on the soft carpet between two holes, she grasped the nearest dicks protruding grin them, stroking each as she decided which would grace her hungry mouth first.

Moving from one to the other, her skilled tongue traced up the length of each, taking them in deep, leaving trails of drool as she pleasured herself on them. Still, this was not her forte, she much preferred having her mouth fucked. So after her stroking of the two dicks in hand left her with their cum on her face and tits, she expressed that she wanted it differently.

“That's what the corner bench is for. Staddle it face down, rest your chin on the shelf, and open your mouth.”

She smiled as she did so, adjusting her chin on the shelf. Within moments, there was a long cock thrusting into her eager mouth leaving her gagging and drooling all over it. She was pleased to discover that the leather on the bench was textured in such a way that she could grind her clit on it while being face-fucked, but she wasn't expecting the cock that entered her dripping pussy from the other corner against which the bench rested.

Moans and gasps filled the room as she was filled like a spit on the bench. The cock in her pussy pulled out and came onto her ass, but the one in her mouth was enjoying her sucking too much and emptied his pulsing, throbbing dick into her throat. She moved from that bench to one that was right against the opposite wall, wiggling her perfect ass as close to the opening as possible. Soon there was the head of a dick probing her swollen pussy lips, the tip running up and down her slit, but settling at the tight opening of her ass. She tensed as it began to probe her other opening, but he was gentle, allowing her to adjust, pushing into her ass in short, brief thrusts, until she began to buck against it, driving it deep into her ass.

Being filled that was not enough for her. She motioned to me to come in front of the bench. Enough voyeurism. I eagerly bared my cock and plunged it into her warm, wet, mouth.

“Fuuuck,” I managed to murmur as my dick sank into her throat again and again, pausing only to let her wrap her tongue around the tip and suck me back in.

She made the rounds to each of the openings at least twice before giving in to her euphoric exhaustion. She lay on the carpeted floor, her chest heaving, covered in cum, her clit swollen, her pussy lips drenched with a mixture of cum and her juices. She had lost count of how many times she had cum in the haze of her cock sleeve mindlessness. She was barely aware of my lifting her and taking her through a door at the back of the room that led to a private shower. I practically had to hold her up on her shaky legs while the warm water rinsed away the copious amount of cum from her body.

I dried her off and helped her dress. She slept most of the way home, a smile on her face as she dreamed of her next trip there.

Shock

My head is lolled back and my mouth is agape. You have been servicing me with your mouth for over an hour and even I have lost count of the number of loads you have swallowed. Seeing my condition, you decide to make a break for it, hoping against hope that I have forgotten to lock the door. You swivel on your knees, crawl a yard away, and stand to make a break for it.

Immediately, the shock collar causes your back to arch painfully, ripping the breath from your lungs. You collapse to the floor and the surge ceases. Once you catch your breath and your muscles relax, you turn to see me with a leering smile gazing down at you.

"Tsk tsk. Did I fail to tell you that I set the GPS in the collar so that you cannot rise more than a kneeling position high enough to suck me off? Shame on me. Now, back here! You are not finished."

Having crawled back, you take me once again into your mouth. As a reminder that I own you, I grab the back of your head and thrust forcefully into the back of your throat.

After some time, when you think once again that I have fallen asleep, you try again for an escape. Naked except for the collar, your knees are raw and bruised from the constant kneeling, but you ignore the discomfort as you crawl silently toward the door, not risking rising this time. The door was within an arm's length when the collar lit up again and the pain flooded your already sore body. You struggle to return to my chair, clawing your way such that your nails pull agonizingly from their base.

I can't help but laugh this time. "Did you not realize that the collar is also linked to its controller in my watch. You go where I go when I want, and no other. I want no more tonight, so back to your cage."

I don't bother to lock it. I know there will be no more attempts.

Her muffled pleas caused the cushions to vibrate against her lips. Drool mingled with her tears of pleasure as each forceful thrust drove her into the couch's softness.

"What's that, princess? You're going to have to speak up. Use your words," he taunted, emphatically punctuating each word with a plunge of his cock deeper into her dripping wetness.

"More," she mumbled weakly, "more... please..."

FLASHBACK

Our tongues danced in a choatic, syncopated rhythm that matched her stroking my cock through my boxers. Just as suddenly, she peeled away from me, leaving me panting.

“Wha...” my incomplete protest was met with a finger on my lips.

“Fifteen minutes, I need to shower first,” she answered my plea. Moments later, the cascade of water from the open door to the bathroom, as well as the throbbing blue-ball ache in my shorts, triggered a memory from long ago in college.

Dating her was a score that was the envy of all my friends and enemies alike. They all wanted to switch places with me, seeing her as the prize catch of all the freshman class. She coming from a conservative family upbringing, our dates ended with barely a short make out session and the rare, through the shirt petting. Yet, she was worth it. Those shining eyes from beneath those tousled curls could promise pleasures yet to come worth the waiting.

Driving back to my off-campus apartment, I anticipated an evening of adventure, with my roommates home for the weekend.

“My lit prof has some corrections to my essay, which he says will when corrected, will elevate my grade. I just need to pick it up from his office, then we can be on our way. Fifteen minutes.”

“Ok,” I conceded. “I'll be parked out front waiting.”

With that, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and sprang from the car and vanished through the office building's double doors. I glanced up to the third floor, and there was only one lit window on this late Friday early evening. Fifteen minutes turned into twenty, then thirty. Out of nowhere, a torrential downpour erupted from the dark sky. Fearing she would be drenched upon her return, I exited the car with the only umbrella. No harm in surprising her with this act of chivalry.

Shaking off the rain from the umbrella before ascending the stairs, I moved silently in my sneakers until I reached the only office with lights. The blinds were only partially drawn, which was campus protocol when meeting with students for everyone's protection. I drew close to see if she was nearly finished with the essay review, but was frozen in my steps from the scene in the room.

Her skirt was hiked up to her waist. His pants flopped carelessly around his mid-thigh. She was climbing him as though she was scaling a climbing wall, suspended in the air, supported only by his stiff cock that plunged in and out with her every effort to ascend to exotic heights of pleasure. This...this was the shy, conservative-raised girl I had dated for two months? She was absolutely feral in her movements, grasping, clinging, her hands raking across his back as she bit into his shoulder through his shirt to muffle her outbursts of ecstasy.

He lifted her off his pole and sat her onto the edge of the desk. Both engaged in sweeping the desk clean, books and papers flung into the air and littered the floor as she lay back. He buried his face between her thighs, her fingers intertwined in his salt and pepper locks as she swiveled her hips and ground her crotch in his face with near ferocity.

Extricating himself from her pussy, but leaving her legs over his shoulders, he stood, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. With the back of her legs against his chest, he pounded her with such desperation that the desk creaked and nearly scooted with each thrust.

Who the fuck was this girl that I thought I knew? I had not even received a kiss with a fraction of the intensity that I was witnessing. I was stunned into immobility, locked in the rigors of disbelief, or so I thought until I reached down and realized that at some point, I had removed my hard cock and was stroking it, first with the pace of leisure, then matching that of the driving cock in my girlfriend's pussy.

My girlfriend? My girlfriend! I should be jealous, furious even. Why was I then so turned on? I had never thought of myself as a cuck, yet there was a dribble of drool at the corner of my gaping mouth. I watched, unable to break my gaze away until I felt the fire in my loins signal impending orgasm. I could not stop, either watching or stroking. Taking out my handkerchief that my dad had given me when leaving for college, I captured my load as my cock erupted like Vesuvius. Only then did I realize that they were already straightening their clothes.

I knew I couldn't be caught in the building, let alone at the door. Dropping my spoiled handkerchief in the trash bin at the end of the hall, I made a quick exit down the stairs.

“All ready to go?” I asked as she appeared through the door. She hesitated at my being out of the car until she saw I was holding the umbrella and the downpour we faced. A weak smile crossed her lips and she thanked me for being so considerate as to come get her out of the rain. I said nothing that there was no essay in sight.

To this day, I do not know how I held it together in not confronting her.

The shower door opened. She stepped into our bedroom, draped only in the smallest of towels. When she saw that my eyes met hers, she allowed the towel to slip to the floor. The memory of that night faded in the passion that rose in me, swept away with the realization that that girl, now a woman was all mine, feral and all.

I hope.