Race Car Widows

Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.


Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.

"Hello there," a voice called from somewhere. She searched the house and lawn. She finally spotted Shirley because of a cloud of smoke being exhaled into the shade on the upper deck. Shirley was sitting on the deck with her back against the tree, smoking a cigarette.

"Come on up," Shirley called.

"I'm..."

"Alicia, I know," she interrupted. I've known you lived next door since we moved in. I've been too busy to come over. It's good to see you," Shirley said, flicking her cigarette onto the driveway.

"I'll be glad when the Indie is over," Alicia said, climbing the stairs. Perry should be home for a while.

"Ray will be gone until the Winston. That's why we moved here," Shirley said, standing. "Come on in."

"I'd rather sit outside, it's so nice this afternoon," Alicia said, looking up at the breeze blowing through the trees. The house was surrounded by a pine forrest. It was beautiful. Her eyes went to Shirley, absolutely dazzling in her knitted white dress which showed her bra and panties beneath. It was quite an outfit.

"I know. I just love this deck," Shirley said, taking a seat at one of the tables. She motioned Alicia to a second chair. Alicia turned it and sat cowboy style. Since she was wearing a short skirt her black panties were as visible as Shirley's. Both women checked each other out thoroughly. It was more than a casual glance, and they both liked what they saw.

"I get so damned lonely," Alicia said. "All my friends are back in New York. I don't know anybody here, and when I go into town they look at me like I'm a tramp. They'd probably die if they knew that Perry and I are swingers," she said confidentially.

"You sleep with other men?" Shirley was aghast.

"Men and women," Alicia nodded. "The more the merrier."

"I wish I could be so free," Shirley sighed. Ray expects me to just sit at home and keep house. He has relatives around here who keep an eye on me."

"Fuck that, you're not a prisoner. Whenever you feel trapped call me, I'll come over."

"Thanks, it will be nice having a friend close by," Shirley smiled.

"Have you got anything to drink?" Alicia said, standing suddenly.

"Of course, how thoughtless of me. Come on in," she sprang to her feet and hurried through the doors. Alicia followed slowly, giving a careful glance around before she followed Shirley inside. She closed the glass filled doors and locked them. Shirley stood looking at her, glancing from her to the lock.

"Why did you lock it?" Shirley asked nervously.

"Because I'm going to try and seduce you and I don't want any of Ray's relatives peeking in," Alicia said, dropping her dress and stepping forward in only her black, transparent slip. She put her hands on Shirley's shoulders and pulled her close.

"Do you mind?" she asked, before giving Shirley a fiery kiss. Shirley responded immediately. Alicia knew she had found a kindred spirit. She knew it when Shirley started checking her out back on the porch. Shirley withered in her arms, pulling Alicia close. They kissed that way for several minutes. When they broke the kiss they remained standing, searching each other's body with nervous fingers while they tried to calm their breathing.

"It's time to make you more comfortable," Shirley said, taking the initiative. She sank down on her knees and pulled Alicia's slip down and off. She pushed Alicia back against a table, spread her legs, and pressed her mouth against Alicia's pussy.

"Oh God, you have no idea how much I needed this," Alicia gasped. Shirley smiled up into her eyes. Her tongue fluttered continuously, first between her buttery soft lips, then inside against her clit. Alicia felt her loins quivering. Fire began to rage inside her. Shirley probed deep inside her vagina, wiggled her tongue and sucked briefly, before going back to her clit. She remained there only a moment before moving on to the erogenous zone at the very top of her pussy. She tongued that for a moment and started licking her way around Alicia's pussy lips.

"Damned, you've done this before," Alicia gasped.

"Let's just keep that between you and me," Shirley said, giving Alicia's pussy a few more licks. I had a steady girl through high school, then initiations during college. It was fantastic," she said before going back to Alicia's pussy. Alicia moaned and cried for several minutes. Shirley suddenly stopped.

"Lay back on the table," she instructed with a slight push of her hand. "I need to get something."

Alicia waited, miserably half-finished, before Shirley reappeared with a gold dildo. Alicia gave her a big smile, laid back and spread her legs.

"This will be cold," Shirley said, putting the tip of the dildo in her mouth, before turning it on and adjusting it. She took the dildo in her left hand, licked Shirley a moment longer, then inserted the dildo into Shirley's wet pussy. Her flesh quivered around the vibrations of the dildo. She hissed and tightened her muscles. Shirley licked diligently, but the vibration of the dildo made a bitter taste in her mouth. She licked her lips unpleasantly and proceeded to give Shirley a good fucking with the dildo. She ran the dildo deep inside of Shirley, twirled it while plunging it in and out, then slid it over Alicia's clit. Alicia went wild. She threw her head from side to side and cried loudly.

She shuddered, glaring at Shirley. She grunted then her pussy began to spasm around the dildo. She threw her head back with a bang and cried softly. Hissing she shot up off the table and pulled he vibrator off her clit.

"Your turn," she said in a sultry voice. She stood Shirley before her, opened her dress and pulled down her panties. Shirley had a small, nearly hairless pussy that Alicia simply adored.

"Oh yeah," Alicia said in a low growl. She put her mouth against Shirley's pussy and licked vigorously while shaking her head from side to side. Shirley cried out, throwing her head back. She placed her smooth ass on the table and leaned back with her arms spread for support. Fire shot through her body with each stimulating lick of Alicia's small, stiff tongue.

Alicia gave Shirley a savage eating, while her soft hands roamed up and down Shirley's body. Shirley loved everything that Alicia was doing to her. She needed to be eaten roughly, an Alicia seemed to know that. The torturous licking and sucking was creating a huge fire in her pussy. She humped her pussy against Alicia's violent mouth, then grabbed her head and pulled, as the fire turned into an orgasm. She hunched her pussy against that lovely mouth, while grunting like an animal. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed, shuddering uncontrollably.

"That was a wonderful orgasm," Shirley said dreamily. She climbed slowly to her feet. The doorknob turned. Somebody tried the door, then pounded on it.

"Oh shit, that's one of Ray's relatives," Shirley said breathlessly. "Get dressed."

"Tell them to get fucked, this is your house," Alicia said, as she dressed.

"Please, I don't want any trouble," Shirley entreated. Alicia finished dressing, brushed down her hair and made her way to the door. A sour old woman stood glaring through the widow.

"I know what you are," she hissed in an evil voice as Alicia started to pass.

"No you don't bitch," Alicia said, slamming her hand into the old woman's crotch and fingering it briefly. "But if you ever want to find out, just come on over," Alicia winked.

The old woman gasped in outrage, then stood with her hand on her pussy, looking at Alicia thoughtfully as she negotiated the stairs.
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Thanks For Dinner

Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.


Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.

Sally climbed out of the Escort with a moan of pain. Her legs hurt her back ached, and she had a throbbing headache that just wouldn't go away. She grabbed her suitcase and rang her grandmother's doorbell.

"Sally!" Grandma Mildred cried with joy. She hugged Sally and pulled her into the house. Mildred took the suitcase out of Sally's hand and dropped it in the hallway, while pulling her along behind her.

"Sally, I want you to meet somebody," she said, pulling her into the kitchen. "This is Bob, the young man who fixes up around here for me. I just couldn't live without him," Mildred said breathlessly. Sally found a tall, middle aged man standing in Mildred's kitchen. He set his coffee on the table and quickly shook hands with Sally. For a young man he was fairly old. Sally wasn't an expert, but she guessed that Bob was between 45 and 50. Of course he was young by Mildred's standards. She had just turned 65.

"It's a pleasure," he said enthusiastically. "Your grandmother has been telling me about you. But she didn't mention the fact that you were awesomely beautiful," he said, frowning at Mildred. Mildred laughed, as was expected of her. Sally noticed his eyes on her breasts. She felt a warmth fill her chest. She knew her nipples had turned hard. She saw Bob lick his lips, before turning back to his coffee. She glanced at the front of his pants furtively. His dick was as hard as rock. It was Sally's turn to lick her lips. He was twice her age, but a dick was a dick and she wanted to feel something between her legs.

Bob and Sally went to the living room, while Mildred worked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of turkey and pie floated out to them in the living room.

"It smells wonderful," Bob said. His eyes strayed to Sally's legs. She sat facing him in an overstuffed chair. Her dress lay open revealing her legs clear up to her upper thighs. After seeing Bob's hard cock, Sally desperately wanted to be fucked by him. She was flirting.

"Time to eat," Mildred called from the dinning room.

"I could use some of that," Sally whispered, surprising even herself with such a lewd comment.

"What?" Bob asked in stunned surprise. Sally only giggled.

Dinner was wonderful, as usual. Mildred was the best cook that Sally knew. With her parents divorced, it was more diplomatic to spend holidays at grandma's house, than choosing between one of her jealous parents. Besides, her mother couldn't cook worth a dammed.

"I hope you young people don't mind," Mildred whispered after eating, "but I need to take my afternoon nap. Eating makes me sleepy."

"No problem, grandma. I will talk to Bob for a while, then go shopping," Sally said airily. But her mind was on other things. She saw the ripple of muscles in Bob's shirt as he reached for plates on the table. It was time to see what he was packing between his legs. Sally watched thoughtfully while Mildred made her way to the bedroom. In a moment the door closed behind her.

"Can I have a banana?" Sally asked coyly. Bob pulled a banana from the bunch and handed it to Sally. His hand lingered on her's for a moment. She pealed the banana and began eating it suggestively. Bob smiled, licked his lips again and looked towards Mildred's door.

"She won't wake up for several hours," Sally said while unbuttoning her blouse. She opened it to reveal a black, lacey bra. She reached down and unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall open beneath her. She slid the cups of her bra down and allowed him to admire her large pink nipples.

"My God," Bob whispered, moving closer. He leaned down and sniffed her stocking covered knee, then kissed it softly. His hands ran up and down her soft legs. Impulsively, he reached down and hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them off.

"I want you to get another banana, stick it inside of me and eat it," Sally whispered. She turned on the chair and spread her legs. As she waited, she shivered with pent-up emotions. She had never been so lewd or so forceful in her entire life. This was all new to her, but she liked it.

Bob grabbed another banana without hesitation, pealed it, and positioned it between Sally's legs. He slid it inside of her pussy slowly, watching her eyes as he did it. She was watching his face, until the banana slid inside her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Bob slid it in and out several times, then pulled it from her pussy. Slowly and deliberately he put the banana in his mouth and bit the end off.

Sally moaned and rippled on the chair. She was very horny. Her eyes were glued to the banana in his mouth. As he chewed with a show of great enjoyment, he held the banana in front of her mouth and waited. She hesitated for only a moment, before she bit off part of the banana and chewed it deliberately. The slight trace of juice on the banana was wonderful. She had gone down on a few women in her life, so pussy juice was no surprise.

"Eat me," Sally commanded. He brought his mouth forward without hesitation and kissed her moist pussy. The skin felt so soft on his mouth. He licked his lips and found they had the slight taste of salt and banana. He extend his tongue and began lashing her pussy diligently. Sally moaned and moved on the couch, feeding her hot pussy to his eager lips.

"Oh, this is so good," Bob moaned around her delicious young flesh. He had not eaten a sweet young pussy in decades, and never expected too again. But Sally seemed to be attracted to older men. Thank God.

"Oh yes," Sally moaned. She was biting her lips, with her eyes closed and head back on the arm of the chair. Bob had a long, agile tongue and he knew how to please a woman. He had been doing it for most of his 50 years.

Sally sat up, pushed him away and helped to strip him with shaking hands. In a moment she had his firm cock in her hand. Without hesitation she touched her lips to his pulsating manhood and licked the tip. He moaned only slightly. She slid her lips down on his cock in a sensuous manner, fully tasting the warmth of his skin and smelling the aroma of a man. She closed her eyes and moaned in enjoyment. The cock stiffened even more after she had worked on it for a while.

Sally wet his cock nicely, then yanked his pants he rest of the way off. He stepped out of them and turned to sit in the larger couch nearby. Sally jumped on his lap and immediately sank down on his cock. She rode it slowly, enjoying the great stiffness inside her. She was full and happy. She bounced on his cock while watching the expression on his face.

He held her waist and helped her ride on his cock. His eyes were glued to her magnificent breasts and the large pink nipples facing him. He leaned forward and filled his mouth with her pointed nipple, sucking like a baby as she rode his hard, hot pole. He bit down lightly and pulled the nipple through her teeth. She hissed and held him in a stronger grip. She pulled him forward and fed the stiff hot nipple to his lips.

"You taste delicious," he whispered.

"So do you," she smiled.

"So do you fuck my grandmother?" she asked matter- of-factly as she bounced steadily in his lap.

"Not so far, but I might if she let's me. If she's half as good as you, I will be a lucky man."

Sally wanted to feel more cock inside her. She stopped and lifted one leg, sliding off his lap despite his objections. She turned and sat on his cock with a sigh of satisfaction. The cock slid well up inside her. After a little initial discomfort, she sighed as her pussy expanded to accommodate the huge pulsating member. She slowly began rising up and slamming her pussy back down on his cock. He held her in a death-grip, unable to withstand the extreme pleasure he felt in his crotch. She was so soft and hot on his lap. Her young glistening skin smell and felt wonderful. Suddenly they heard a sound from Mildred's bedroom. Bob's eyes widened in horror. Sally froze, listening intently. She leaped off his lap, leaving his stiff cock wagging behind her. She grabbed her clothes and beckoned him upstairs. He followed, hearing Mildred's door open as he turned the corner at the top of the stairs.

With a giggle, Sally fell to the bed and tossed her clothes on the floor. Bob turned and locked the door, then added his clothes to the pile on the floor. He leaped to the bed and crawled closer on his knees.

Sally sank before him and claimed his wilting cock in her warm red lips. He hissed in surprised pleasure as he watched her hot, sweet lips taste her own juices. It was a very erotic sigh.

"Oh yes," he moaned in a restrained voice. She smacked her lips, pulled them off with a smile, then pushed him down on the bed. She waited until he got into position, then straddled his body and eased herself down on his cock again.

"Sally?" Mildred's voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Sally giggled as she rode his stiff cock. She put her hot little hands on his chest and humped madly on his stiff cock. He gave a low moan. The pleasure in his loins was intense.

Hot boiling fire was churning in his loins. He mashed her tight little ass in his hands as it bounced on his abdomen. In a moment Sally began panting and bouncing harder. Raising her voice to a dangerous level, she whimpered as she smacked her sweet ass down against his pelvis. It took only a few strokes to bring them both to an orgasm.

Bob held her firm ass in his grasping fingers, massaging the rigid flesh uncontrollably. Sally struggled to keep from screaming as her pussy clenched around his spurting penis. She could feel the liquid fire of his cum filling her vagina. She rode lightly, pushing her pussy forward and back, absorbing all the pleasure she could withstand, until her quivering pussy finally relaxed and released his wilting cock. She rolled off his prone body and fell exhausted to the bed. She smiled at him, then wiped a smudge of lipstick from his cheek.

"Thank you," he said with a fond smile.

"It was mutual," she said, hopping up off the bed and dressing quickly. "Now you can help me with dishes."

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The Race

Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him.


Phil laid a stopwatch on a brown towel at the edge of the pool, then stood and counted silently to himself. He swung his arms back and forth, in time with his count. His eyes strayed to a skinny little girl who could not be more than 18 years old. She was watching him quizzically.

"Three, two, one, go!" he counted silently before diving into the pool and swimming at his very fastest speed. Water splashed in all directions. A wave preceded him down the pool and splashed over the end, as he dove, spun, and kicked off toward the other end. As he reached the far end he reached out and grabbed his stopwatch, pressing the peg on top.

As he looked up, the skinny girl was smiling, still watching him. He grimaced in annoyance and turned away from her.

"This is the Hotel Bon Air, not the olympics," her amused voice came from over his shoulder.

"No shit," he growled, looking down at the skinny girl.

"So what are you doing?"

"Trying to qualify for the swim team. This is the only olympic sized pool in town," he said, starting to leave.

"Good luck. I could beat you," she scoffed.

"Yes, of course you can," he said sarcastically

"Oh, I can," she assured him. "Your stroke is too short and fast, you are holding yourself too high out of the water. You kick too hard, wasting more energy than you use. I could beat you by ten full seconds and never be out of breath."

"Would you please go away and stop wasting my time."

"Would you like a second opinion?"

"Sure, go find me another skinny girl and I'll ask her advice on swimming."

"You could ask my coach."

"What coach?" Phil said, out of patience.

"My swim coach, Bob Abrahms," she pointed to an old man in the background. He started to scoff, then looked more closely at the man. He did look like a professional coach.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter. We race and if I beat you, you do anything I say. If you win, we can have sex in any position you want. Deal?"

"Deal," he said, diving into the water. He heard her splash just seconds behind him, but seconds were critical. His lips curled in a smile as he thrashed through the water. He reached the far end, kicked off and started for the opposite side with a new burst of energy. He saw a movement from the corner of his eye and was horrified to see it was the girl, several lengths ahead of him. He did his best, but he was beaten already. He took his time after she reached the end of the pool. She wiped the water from her face and looked down at him with a smile.

"What room?" she asked.

"I... I don't have a room."

"Room twelve," she pointed to the room above the pool, "in ten minutes."

He watched the sway of her skinny ass as she walked away. As he looked around the pool he noticed that he wasn't the only one. Ok, so she was kind of cute, and athletic, in a skinny sort of way, just like a swimmer...

"Lock the door," she said as he stepped into the room. She was butt naked. Her tits were kind of underdeveloped, but that made them even more exciting. He locked the door and strolled confidently toward the bed. She patted the bed beside her. He sat, she rolled over, jerked his swimtrunks down and took his cock in her hand.


She gave him one sultry glance before she took his cock into her mouth and sucked. He stiffened and leaned back. Her mouth was very hot. Her tongue touched here and there all over his sensitive skin. She swirled her tongue over the end of his hardening cock and he moaned.

"Easy," he whispered.

"Too much for you?" she challenged.

"Oh... oh, you want to play that game," he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She squealed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her by the ankles and held her until she settled down. He turned her, still holding her ankles, until she lay flat on her back.

He pulled her legs open and leaned down, close to her pussy. She held her ass up off the bed so her pussy was at mouth level. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and began fluttering his tongue against her clit. She moaned and gasped as his tongue delved into her sweet little pussy. He sucked her juices from her vagina first, then began tickling her clit.

He loved going down on this small girl. Her pussy was shaved, all but a finger width of light brown hair right up the middle. He sucked on her clit and clamped it between his teeth. She screamed a little and tried to jerk away.

The Security Camera

"I'm telling you, you can't trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art," the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.

"I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly," I said in annoyance.


"I'm telling you, you can't trust an employee farther than you can throw them. This is state-of-the-art," the salesman slapped his hand on the cardboard box.

"I only have one employee in this building, and I trust Janet implicitly," I said in annoyance.

"Do you? Do you really?" he asked, putting his face close to mine. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Mister Harper. I'll install this system free at my own expense, right here and right now. If you've had it for a week and actually used it," he stressed the words, "and you still feel it's worthless, I will take it out and it will cost you nothing. If you find it useful, I want your promise to install similar systems in your warehouses and factory. Is it a deal?"

"Yeah, sure," I agreed, trying to get rid of him. "But install it after 4:00 pm when Janet leaves the building. I don't want her to think I'm spying on her."

"That's the best way. If an employee knows a system is in place, they can usually find a way to circumvent it. A hidden camera is always the most useful. You won't be sorry, Mister Harper, I promise you," he said as he finally left.

There was no change in my office, the system was hooked into my desktop. So it was a complete surprise when I accidentally pressed a colored button and a naked woman appeared on my screen. It took me a moment to realize that woman was my own secretary, Janet Goldthorp.

"What the hell!" I said in awe. The first thing I noticed was that my 46 year old secretary had the body of a 20 year old girl. The second thing was that the black stockings accented her tanned skin. My dick was hard. I flinched when my nose touched the computer screen. God, what a body that woman had. I had brief glimpses before, a panty shot while she was filing on the bottom drawer, crossed legs as she pulled away from the desk in her chair, that kind of thing. This was amazing. And the damned salesman was right, the picture was as clear as a bell and very detailed.

I leaped from my chair and headed for the outer office. I didn't have a plan, but my hard cock needed relief, and Janet could provide it.

Janet rolled up her stocking and snapped them until they were tight. She was almost ready to leave for the day and she and her boyfriend liked to play role playing games. It kept their sex life interesting. She didn't know what he had chosen until she pulled it out of her bag. The first thing she found were the lycra clothing. Obviously his and hers. Her outfit came with knee length booths and a two-headed dildo. What was that kinky bastard up to, she wondered? She switched the base on and found the batteries fresh and vital. She felt a thrill throughout her body. It was singing the familiar song of an old friend. Oh well, time to replace her dress and leave.

The phone rang. She glanced at the clock and picked it up with a grimace. It was 3:48, no time for a lengthy phone call.

"Harper Incorporated," she spoke quickly, juggling the phone and the dildo.

"Janet, this is Fred. I'm sorry hon, but I won't be home until after midnight. Don't change into that outfit today.

"Too late."

"Really? How does it look?"

"Tiny," Janet said with a smile. "I can't wait to see you in yours."

"Later, baby. The bottom is falling out of the market right now and everybody is scared shitless. It looks like we have to diversify to remain solvent. We will be going over financial and tax records until hell freezes over. Sorry," he said, making a kissing sound and hanging up. She caught the kiss over the phone and slapped it against her naked ass. She sat heavily in the chair, looking at the clock. He was standing her up for the next few days, so she was all undressed with nowhere to go. Damned the bad luck.

She looked at the dildo sticking out of her purse. With a speculative glance, she finally slid it out of her purse. She licked the tip as she looked at her door. It was locked and only Brad Harper had a key to it. He never bothered her. All his business was done over the intercom. She flicked the vibrator on and ran it over her soft breast. Her breath caught as it touched her nipple. She looked down at her nipples, massaging one with her hand, and the other with the vibrator. Her breath came faster. With her sexy legs spread wide she finally dragged the vibrator up the crack of her vagina. She moaned and clenched her teeth to forestall a scream of pleasure. Her clit still vibrated from the brief contact. She moved the dildo all around her pubic area. She loved the feeling of the vibration in the crack of her ass, and the soft crease between her thigh and body.

She moved the dildo back up her stomach to the area beneath each breast. She could feel the tingle clear down to her asshole. The moment the vibrator struck her nipples again, she cried out.

Brad Harper tired his secretary's doorknob. It was locked. He fished the key out of his vest pocket and slid it into the lock as silently as possible. He had never done anything like this before. He had always kept his relationship with Janet strictly professional. What a fool he had been. If he had only known that such a luscious body was hidden beneath her clothes. Well he knew now.

Janet sprang from her chair and swept everything on her desk aside. With the movements of an athlete, she leaped up on the desk and threw her legs wide. Gritting her teeth in anticipation, she thrust the dildo up inside her. Fire exploded inside her sexy body. She humped her pussy against the dildo as she began sliding it in and out of her vagina. It felt fantastic. The tendrils of vibration seemed to reach every part of her body. Fire started in her ass. She could feel her ass muscles clenching and suddenly wished that she had something stuck up it. Fred loved to fuck her in the ass, he said she had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. The liar. If only he were there now.

Brad watched through the crack of the open door. He almost fainted when Janet leaped up on the desk. It took a moment to realize that she was not heading for the door, and he had not been discovered there. He stood shaking after that, partially from the brief fright, but certainly from the restrained passion filling his body. He felt like a naughty boy for peeking in on Janet. He had peeked in on his mother before, and was caught that last time. He had felt like the world ended when she confronted him with an angry look. Now he was feeling the old fear again. He should leave. He should pretend it never happened... he should have recorded what the camera was picking up, the thought belatedly.

Janet gasped and cried out. It was too much for Brad to take. He needed to taste that pussy. He needed to ram his cock up inside her until she screamed. Before he knew it he was stepping into the office. He stopped himself just a few feet from the desk. He stood in indecision. Just as he was about to turn and go, Janet opened her eyes and looked right at him. She stared in disbelief for a moment.

"Sorry," Brad said, feeling totally ashamed.

"I... fuck me," she suddenly commanded.

"Wha... what?"

"Don't just stand there watching, fuck me," she hissed. He watched her hand plunging the dildo up inside her. His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his pants. Suddenly he looked down and found his hands undressing his body. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't fuck Janet. He just... Why not?

"Don't just stand there, fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me in the ass, she said, dropping the dildo in her chair and grabbing part of Fred's lycra costume. She thrust it at me and lay waiting with her legs lewdly spread. I could see the moisture glistening in her open pussy. She must have been close to an orgasm. Now she wanted to be fucked in the ass?

I put on the lycra shorts and stepped closer to Janet. She reached out and grabbed my cock in her hot little hand. She pulled me roughly forward. I yelped, but came willingly. I found my cock in her mouth. She eagerly sucked me to unbelievable hardness.

I raised and lowered myself on my toes, as if enduring unbelievable pain. But it wasn't pain, it was total and complete pleasure radiating from my cock into my loins and lycra covered ass. God what a mouth. No wonder Fred was totally devoted to her.

Janet sprang up from the desk. She pumped her hand over my cock as she changed positions. I wanted to lose my face in those soft, pillowy breasts. I wanted to stick my face in that beautiful pussy and eat until she couldn't stand any longer. But what I wanted didn't matter. Janet was clearly in charge. She bent over by the desk and threw one foot up on it.

"Fuck me in the ass," she commanded again. I had no choice, I had to obey her.

When my cock first touched that gloriously smooth ass, I almost exploded. It took a great deal of restraint to place my cock at the entrance to her anus and press, without coming. She wiggled her ass slightly, making it even worse, but I did work my way inside. She cried out and grabbed the edge of the desk in a death grip. It must have hurt, I have a fairly large dick. But she didn't complain. She simply pushed her butt back against me until the entire length of my cock slid inside her asshole. The heat and moisture were glorious. Once again I gritted my teeth and waited, so I wouldn't come prematurely. She did the same, waiting for her asshole to expand around me. It wasn't long before she began swaying in front of me.

I put my hands and her back and began pistoning my cock up inside her hot tunnel. She cried and whimpered as I fucked her tight ass. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever encountered. Of course this was my first time. I had never dreamed of fucking an ass, male or female.

The slap of flesh against flesh was loud in the room. Our harsh breathing and cries of joy echoed off the walls. Life went on around us, but we were unaware of anything but each other.

Janet was crying louder now. She reached down and began playing with her clit. My legs were growing tired, so I stopped and pulled out of her ass. She cried, spinning around and looking at me in outrage.

"Change positions," I explained with a half-smile. She nodded and backed away. I laid on the desk. The wood was cold on my bare back. Janet took a baby-wipe from somewhere and cleaned the shit from my dick. With a happy smile she crawled up on the desk, straddled my body and lowered the warm envelope of her pussy down over my throbbing cock. The heat and moisture were unbelievable. She slid forward and back on my body. This surprised and concerned me. I waited breathlessly to see if anything would break. When I was sure that this was a feasible position, I relaxed and allowed my secretary to fuck me like I've never been fucked before.

Janet was hot, athletic and innovative. Just when I got used to her doing things one way, she changed and did them another. She began bouncing on my cock, sending thrills down my cock and throughout my body. I cried out and held her hips in my hands, assisting her all I could. But she needed no help, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Her wet pussy made slick moist sounds that were very erotic in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hallway a door slammed and voice receded, probably going to the elevator. On the 47th floor there were few sounds from the street, only an occasional passing helicopter. As the building emptied complete silence settled in, making our lovemaking even louder and more erotic.

Janet leaned forward with her body resting on mine. She continued sliding her pussy forward and back. I liked this because there was less stimulus than when she bounced. I suddenly found her mouth against mine. I kissed her passionately as my hands explored her back and shapely ass. We were breathing harshly through our noses. Every part of our body was alive with passion. I suddenly felt the tendril of fire preceding an orgasm. I paused and my eyes flew wide. I felt I should warn her, but suddenly the heat doubled and I found my cock spurting cum into her hot cunt. I held on for dear life, stopping her movements on my sensitive cock. She sat up and brushed her hair out of her face. She rubbed my chest, waiting patiently, as my cum filled her sexy abdomen.

I closed my eyes and whined, waiting for the tremors to die. It seemed to take a long time before my orgasm died and my cock wilted.

"I am so sorry," I said in embarassment.

"You can always go down on me," she quipped with a sly smile. She laughed at the look of utter terror which crossed my face. "Relax, I was only kidding. I have the secretary's friend here," she said, rolling off my body and grabbing the dildo. As I vacated the desk, she took my place. She turned on the dildo and gasped at the brutal vibrations which filled her body. She slid the dildo in and out several times. I took the dildo from her slender hand and knelt by the desk. With my face just inches from her pussy, I reinserted the dildo into her cunt and slowly began fucking her with it. I listened for the change in her voice and the frantic movements presaging a massive orgasm. I watched her face until she stiffened and screamed.

I immediately took the dildo out of her pussy and slid it across her clit. She surged up off the desk and grabbed my hands, at first holding the dildo in position, then hastily pulling it out. I gave her an evil smile. I took the tip of the dildo and touched her swollen asshole. She whimpered slightly, but did not pull away. I watched her face, all screwed up in passion, until she finally began to relax. Reluctantly I turned off the dildo and laid it on the desk beside her. She sat up and kissed the top of my head.

"That was wonderful," she said quietly.

"Yes it was," I agreed. "I wouldn't mind doing it again, but not today. I need rest."

"No problem, we have days. That will teach that son-of-a-bitch to leave me hanging," she laughed.