Copyright© 2004 by Nicolo "Loco" Parenti
You'll notice a complete lack of concern in this text for disease
and contraception. That's because it's FANTASY, dude, and that
stuff just gets in the way. In real life, you'd be nuts to engage
in these acts without protection.
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"You know you want to, Jack," she said with a grin. "And why would it bother me? I'm offering to help, you dummy."
The dummy in question was naked in bed with Dee, short for Denise. I shouldn't have been. For one thing it was the middle of the work day. For another, we're both married, and not to each other. We were enjoying a classic nooner, one of several in the past few weeks. Dee is delicious, adventuresome, and a little depraved -- the perfect fuck buddy. And not at all possessive, as she'd just shown.
'It' was bedding her boss, Eva. And she was right, I did want to, along with probably every guy she'd ever met. I know that's as much a comment about men in general as it is about Eva, but if the Dalai Lama met her, I'll bet that saffron robe would start to tent.
Dee and I could get together without tongues wagging around the office because I don't work in her office, at least not every day. A consultant who serves several companies, I'm here and there as work requires. So Dee takes a lunch break and comes back laid -- who's the wiser?
Dee is a cute brunette in her early thirties with short hair and brown eyes. She stands -- and she doesn't stand often around me -- about 5' 5", and sports lovely B-cup tits and a die-for tush on her athletic 120 pound body. And you'd never know it to look at her, but she's as hot for sex as any woman I've ever met.
At work she's cheerful and friendly, never flirty. She's been married a while, no kids, and I assumed her home life was fine. I never thought she'd be getting any on the side, and I sure didn't expect to be the one giving it.
Like a lot of guys, I normally take at least an oblique run at any pretty woman I get to know, and I do score often enough to keep off the bench. But Dee, well, as I said, she really didn't seem the type. So, OK, being wrong about a woman doesn't make me unique.
I live quite a ways from most of my clients, so a few years ago I bought a small older house to serve as an office and a base for my small staff (no size jokes, OK?). They gather in the morning, disperse to client sites, regroup at five. This house/office has some benefits that have nothing to do with taxes -- for example, it's where Dee and I were lying naked, and where it all started for us...
I wasn't looking for a lover when Dee and I found ourselves chatting casually at an after hours office get-together one tipsy Friday night. As we drank we got on the topic of my business. She knew I had an office nearby but didn't realize it was in a regular house.
"You mean, with a kitchen and bathroom and... everything?" she asked.
"Sure, with the office in the living room and a bedroom for storage and repairs."
"Just the one bedroom?"
"Ah, no, I do keep the second one for the usual purpose, you know, in case one of us is working late or I have a client in from out of town."
"Wow, your office sounds neat. I'd like to see it sometime."
I can be dense, but not that dense. "Um, sure, Dee, any time. In fact," I said, checking my watch, "I have to stop there pretty soon. Want to tag along? I can drop you back here after the tour."
She oohed over the kitchen and the office and the work room. When we got to the bedroom I bumped into her as she stopped short in the doorway. I figured she was shocked silly that the bed was made.
The physical contact, plus the unavoidable presence of the bed, triggered something. I slipped my hands to her hips, then moved them forward to hug her from behind. She looked up over her shoulder with a look I can't quite describe. But she didn't pull away.
"So, Dee, it really is a bedroom, with a bed. And unless I'm reading this wrong you wouldn't mind finding out if the mattress is firm or soft... ?" I slid my hands upward to the bottom of her breasts as I spoke and she relaxed backward to rest against me.
"Jack, don't think badly of me. I don't do this, really I don't. But I'm a little drunk, I like you and I think you like me, and this is the first time in years I've been alone in a bedroom with a strange man. And damn it, I can feel that thing of yours getting stiff against my butt."
Yes, well that didn't exactly take ESP. She turned and I felt her body melt as she molded to me, her tits firm against my chest. I guess we both wanted to feel that thing of mine pressing from another angle, because someone's hips urged forward (it was hard to tell whose). Then her breath was hot on my neck and I took her chin to raise her face. I saw a look I recognized, and of course she saw it too. The hug turned into a kiss, and that became a grope, and before we knew it the clothes were flying.
I love removing a woman's clothing, especially for the first time. The bra, for instance, often hides nature's intent, holding up what wants to fall, pressing in what wants to flop. But not so much with Dee -- hers were nicely firm with just a little heft. Her nipples were stiff with desire, so I nibbled at them a bit, then worked my way down to her pussy.
I was amazed that we were doing this, that she had this sexy side I'd never suspected. I'd been fully hard from the moment we started. I tongued her clit and inner lips and made tentative moves down her ass crack, which she didn't seem to mind. She ate my dick like it was a Nutty Buddy, sucking at the tip and gnawing gently on its sensitive underside. Yow.
But that was prologue. After a minute I flipped her over doggy fashion and placed myself at her threshold. She was quite vocal in expressing her need for cock, urging me forward in the most graphic terms until I was in her to the hilt. She only needed a few deep strokes to reach her first climax. She came again with me, a few minutes later. And yet again, an hour after that. Ahh, new love.
That's how it began. And here we were a few weeks later, still as hot as minks in a microwave.
Remembering that night (and sure, the sight of Dee's lovely body) got me horny again, so I reached for her. She in turn took hold of my rising handle and drew me toward her mouth. "So is this for me, or for Eva?" she asked with a wicked leer. I wisely held my tongue, or rather, employed it to better use than answering silly questions. It was for her, and for Eva, and every woman I'd ever lusted after, and some not yet born. But there was only one woman in a position to use it now.
I licked her in long, languid strokes from below the lips up to her turgid nub, stopping on occasion to press into her hot, juicy core. I knew she liked this because she moaned around my dick as she tried to stuff it deeper into her mouth. She didn't have the knack of throating, but believe me that's no complaint. She had the knack of being there, right now, sucking my cock.
After a bit of this we read each other's minds and shifted into what had become our favorite position, with Dee leaning back, her legs spread, bent at the knees and dangling to the floor. I was standing at the edge of the mattress, a style that allows good penetration and force and lets us both watch the action.
Dee threw her head back as I eased into her hot, tight channel, which caused her lovely tits to strain upward. I obliged them by reaching forward to tweak the nipples as I began pumping into her well-licked slit. She doesn't last long in this position, horny little girl that she is, and I can count on her coming a couple of times before I have to let go. I increased the pace and power of my thrusts, with the expected effect.
"Oh, fuck, yes, that's it Jack, keep it up, don't stop, oh fuck fuck fuck that's good, god I'm close again, fuck me you bastard, yes, right there, just like that, OHHHH!" Did I mention she's very vocal? "Oh, yes, coming! Coming!" To add a little fillip, I took her swollen clit between my fingers to tug and twist it gently. "AHHH! Fuck, shit, AHHH!" I didn't let up until she had stopped babbling and opened her eyes in a glazed and cross-eyed stare. I slowed to a maintenance motion, leaning to suck at her nipples as she recovered.
"Time for another?" I asked with a smile after her breathing had calmed.
"Christ, I don't know if I'll be able to walk if we do that again. That was one major come. I'm drained, you lovely fucker."
"Want to change up, try something else, maybe cowgirl? I still have something I need to give you."
"Mmmm, way too physical for me right now. How about I just lie in the middle of the bed and you ravage my lifeless body? I couldn't climax again for a week."
Ravaging sounded good. I proved her wrong, and in the process shot a hot cupful deep into her. Then there was just enough time for a Dee to grab a snack from the kitchen and take a quick shower before heading back.
"Bye Jack, see you Thursday, OK? And think about it. Wouldn't you like to have Eva lying naked right there like I was, taking your hard cock? I'll bet it can happen within a couple of weeks."
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