quietguy

Whew!!! I could take all of the above as an implied compliment to my writing skills, but I won't! I will tell you this--I am just glad that THAT many people cared enough about what I wrote to post an opinion!! May you all have a happy weekend. QG

Well I'm glad all of you liked it--I put in personality traits that I can pick up on here in your posts--it's kind of hit and miss. Yes, please keep in mind it is a fantasy--therefore it doesn't have to make perfect sense, but I was trying to provide some continuity between this one and the last one. And Howard, I was not implying you were gay--Greg was freaking out--that's all. Remember he doesn't know Mikayla very well, but trusts her. However, he is still a little jumpy. So when he felt another mouth on his cock--well, he freaked out a bit. I meant it as humor. I for one would love to have someone else write one for a change--but I like writing them so I will continue if people really do enjoy them. QG

Okay ladies--I hope you like it. My wrists are killing me!!!! QG Azure. That’s the word I was looking for. It described the color of the sky perfectly. Bright blue and sprinkled with some high altitude cirrus wisps on the horizon that helped transition the sky to the snow capped mountains in the distance. I was contemplating all of this scenery as I laid flat on my back in the snow, where I had landed after trying to take a turn too agressively on my skis. A quick mental inventory of any sensitive points indicated that nothing was bruised but my pride. And then I noticed the sky, and got lost for a moment in its beauty. My impromptu landscape admiration session was cut short however, by a slight splattering of snow that came my way, courtesy of another skier swooshing by who had to cut sharply to avoid me. I looked up while brushing snow off my face and caught the sensual figure on skis about 20 feet from me. She was gone very quickly, but not before I noticed her huge tits jutting out of her ski suit as she regained her speed. “Not bad,” I said to myself, “kind of looks like Mikayla.” “See anything you like?” Uh-oh, busted. I turned to look behind me and saw Mikayla standing there, flashing me her gorgeous smile. I couldn’t tell if she had seen me checking out the hottie on skis, or if she had just pulled up and was fishing for a compliment about herself. I decided to play innocent and pay her the compliment. “Lots,” I replied grinning, “but it would look a lot better out of those ski clothes.” I was relieved when she giggled. “Why don’t you help me up?” I extended my hand. She shuffled over on her skis and stuck out a hand. I grabbed it, and then pulled her down on top of me. She yelped and giggled as she collapsed into my arms. “You asshole!” she laughed, and then she stared right into my eyes with a look that just begged me to kiss her. Which I promptly did. The cold snow, the brisk air, and our warm tongues was a combination that churned my insides, and reminded me of last night when we fucked. Sounds a little vulgar, I know, but you have to understand the whole situation before you realize that it’s actually the perfect descriptive word for what we did. Mikayla and I had met at the office and had only been dating a short time, and things were just perfect between us. We were in the throes of a newfound love, but we’d both had several relationships before, and this one was definitely different. So we decided to test the waters a bit more and take a trip together—a three day ski adventure seemed perfect. We had arrived late in the afternoon the day before, and after quickly getting unpacked and grabbing a light dinner at the lodge, we settled into our spacious luxury cabin for a relaxing evening. With fireplaces in the living room and the bedroom, a large jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, a large hot tub on the deck, and a rocky mountain backdrop, we couldn’t possibly picture anything that could make the setting any more romantic. After starting roaring fires in both fireplaces, we broke out some champagne and slipped into a very comfortable and hot bubble bath. Things began innocently enough, with us just relaxing, sipping champagne and massaging each other gently. As Mikayla’s hands drifted down to my cock, she found some razor stubble. Things had been so hectic at the office that I hadn’t had time to properly prepare myself for the trip. “This just won’t do,” she said, with fake exasperation in her voice. Then she looked up at me sweetly—“Can I? I’ll be careful.” “Of course, if you really want to, but you have to use LOTS of shaving cream.” I reached over and got a can of shaving cream and a new razor out of my bag and handed them over to her. Mikayla squirted out a huge handful of shaving cream and slathered it all over my cock, balls, belly and legs. She slowly massaged it in and quickly had me completely erect. She said she had never shaved a guy before and to help her so she wouldn’t hurt me. I guided her hand but after a couple of soft, light downward strokes on my shaft, she pretty much had the hang of it. Whenever I started to concentrate too much on my small fear of getting cut and my hard-on started to go down, a few loving strokes by Mikayla on the head quickly brought me back to full attention. She took a stab (not literally) at my balls, but she really got nervous then, so I took over and quickly had them as smooth and bald as my cock. With that out of the way, Mikayla applied more shaving cream—“to condition things” she said, and slowly she started masterfully stroking me with one hand, while her other cupped my balls with her fingers gliding up and down my crack and massaging my MDP. While most guys if given the choice would prefer a blowjob, a good handjob with plenty of lube certainly has its place—kind of like a beer at the ballpark—wine or a cocktail just wouldn’t do the trick. This was one of those handjob times—my groin and belly all slathered in soft foamy shaving cream, me sitting on the side of the tub while Mikayla kneeled in front of me in the bubbly water. Her stroking was quickly bringing me to my fullest potential and I was almost ready to come. She was moaning too, which really started to drive me crazy—moans of pleasure from giving me pleasure, just incredible. My own moans and groans quickly gave way to a desire I had. “Oh Mikayla, I need to cum on your tits…oh that feels so gooooood….let me cum on your tits.” She responded in kind. “Oh yeah Greg, cum all over my tits, please, I need your hot cum on my beautiful titties.” She increased the pace of her stroking and I quickly started spasming as my hot load shot out of my cock and onto her glistening tits. They were soon covered with hot strands of my silky cum, and she massaged it into her tits with her free hand while her other finished milking my cock. As I slipped back down into the warm water, Mikayla hopped up on the side and said she needed to shave too. As I watched, mesmerized by her beauty, she quickly and expertly shaved what little stubble she had on her beautiful pussy, and quickly it was slick, smooth and gleaming. As she rinsed off the shaving cream, I couldn’t resist and found I had the most tremendous urge to lick her freshly shaved womanhood. I quickly moved over, parted her lips with my hands and literally attacked her clit with my tongue. While I licked, I worked two fingers into her welcoming pussy and Mikayla was soon moaning deliriously and shaking like a leaf. Her orgasm soon overtook her and as her pussy contracted, I lapped up her delicious juices before licking my way up her tummy to her tits, and finally to her mouth. After some tender kissing, we got out of the tub and prepared for bed. I made it into the soft bed first, and as I lay there naked, I wondered what was taking Mikayla so long. Soon she appeared in the bathroom doorway, wearing a new sapphire blue corset and crotchless panties she had bought for the trip. She looked incredible in it and she walked over and sat down next to me in the bed. She placed her hand on my silky smooth crotch and immediately started to get a rise out of me. “Does your cock need anymore, uh, “aftershave”?” she asked coyly. I nodded. “Actually yes—it needs Mikayla juice—I hear it’s very soothing.” “Oh yes, it is, I think I have some.” And with that she dropped her head down and I felt her soft full lips enveloping my now erect cock. As she sucked, throated and stroked me, I admired her body in her constricting corset. It looked really sexy, but I wondered if it might be a bit uncomfortable. I loved how Mikayla looked in it but I knew very quickly it would have to come off because I needed to suck her tits. But first the blowjob—it was stellar. She was salivating like mad—every time she pulled her mouth off my cock a string of it would connect my cock to her mouth—kind of like spider’s silk. It was a complete turn-on, and she didn’t neglect my balls either. After a couple of minutes I was completely soaked and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Mikayla, I need to fuck your tight pussy, please let me fuck you!” I groaned as my hands pushed her body up and around. I was on my back, but leaning up against several pillows, and as she lowered herself down on my pole, my head was just inches away from her deliciously ripe tits. She slowly worked her pussy muscles on my cock while we ground our pelvic bones together and she raked my chest with her fingernails. Every so often she would put one or two of her fingers in my mouth and I would gently suck them, which seemed to make her moan louder. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and ripped off her corset, liberating her tits, which I attacked with wanton abandon. Licking, sucking, biting and nibbling ensued along with gruff massaging from my powerful hands. Oh she felt incredible. Finally, Mikayla couldn’t take it anymore either and began slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. I could feel the lacy edges of her crotchless panties tickiling my shaft as we thrusted, and I just knew our simultaneous orgasms were fast approaching. “Oh Greg, I love getting fucked by you. Oh I need your cum inside me, oh please fucking cum deeeeeep inside me!!” She let out a gutteral moan as I reached around and under her ass cheeks, found her pussy lips with my fingers, and spread them wide as I met her final bounce with an deep upward thrust of my cock. I buried it in her as far as I could just as my hot load pulsated out of my cock deep into her pussy. “Oh I’m coming Mikayla, oh I’m fucking cumming inside you!” “Oh I feel it, it feels sooooo fucking gooooooooood Greg, gimme your hot fucking cum!!!” And that is what I meant by saying we “fucked” last night. Yes, outside the bedroom it’s a vulgar and filthy word, and I rarely say it, but it describes our bedroom activities perfectly. Picture a layer cake—one layer is hot passion, another is lust, another is animal attraction and primal urges, and another layer is love, and it’s all covered with a frosting of trust and security. That cake is only for us and it is delicious. No one else can have any. Calling it “making love” would leave out several of the other layers; so in the private, trusting security of the bedroom, when we whisper in each other’s ears or shout from the passion, we call it “fucking”. And it just fits. As we lay next to each other and slowly drifted to sleep, Mikayla suddenly leaned up on her elbow and looked over at me in the darkness. “Greg, if we had a threesome, promise me I get all of your cum, okay?” Whoa--what the hell?!?! Where did that come from? I wasn’t even thinking of a threesome with Mikayla, had never participated in one, and had never talked to her about one. Maybe this was one of her quirks that I was encountering for the first time, and I started to laugh when she cut me short. “I’m serious Greg, if we had a threesome, I get all of your cum, whether it’s on me, in my mouth, pussy, or ass I don’t care, but she doesn’t get any of it. I get all of it. Agreed?” I was still a little shocked but also turned on as hell, and flattered. The other women I’d dated and my ex-wife—they all viewed semen as an unpleasant annoyance that went hand in hand with sex. They would have been perfectly content if they never had to deal with my hot juice, and here was Mikayla actually demanding it. Craving it. Oh that was hot. As far as I was concerned, I had no idea where she was going with this, but I was in complete agreement. “Yes Mikayla, 100% agreed. You, and only you, will get all of my cum, every last drop. No ifs, ands, or buts. Only for you baby.” And then I reached over and kissed her as passionately as I could to finalize the message. She sighed happily, laid back down, and soon we were fast asleep. And now we were finishing up just a perfect day on the slopes. Beautiful sunshine, no wind, 40 degrees, and perfect snow. We had started about 8:30 that morning after a hearty breakfast, but no morning sex. I had awakened with my usual morning wood but Mikayla would have nothing to do with it. “Save your strength for tonight, I have a surprise up my sleeve,” she had said. The only thing I could think of that it meant was some more lingerie, some sex toys, and a long session of play time. Fine by me. I didn’t mind pacing myself. By the end of the afternoon though, we were both spent. It seems no matter how good of shape you are in, by the end of the first day skiing your quads and glutes are just screaming at you for mercy. So with happy thoughts of the hot tub and cold beer to help dull the pain, Mikayla and I headed back to the cabin. After downing a beer, grabbing another, stripping down and showering, I threw on a pair of silk boxers. While Mikayla made herself up and prepared her “surprise” (whatever THAT was!) I started a roaring fire in the bedroom and living room, and cracked open another beer from the fridge. I settled onto the comfortable bed and slowly massaged my sore thighs and sipped my beer when Mikayla appeared in the doorway in a sexy lavender, low cut, thigh length, silky slip nightgown and slutty high heels. She was hiding something behind her back as she approached me and sat on the bed. “Greg, do you trust me?” Oh boy, here we go again, I thought. “Yes dear, we’ve been through this already. I trust you.” “Good, then I need you to move over here to the foot of the bed and put your arms behind the footpost.” Being the good sport that I am, I drained my beer, moved down to the foot of the bed and put my arms behind me—which Mikayla promptly handcuffed securely. She had done this once before so I felt like I knew the routine, until she brought out the blindfold. “Uh-oh.” “Don’t worry baby, this will only help heighten your sensitivity to the wonderful sensations you’ll soon be feeling.” “Well, okay, but be gentle,” I whispered, as she giggled and slipped the blindfold over me. She then kissed me long and passionately . “I’m going to put some music on.,” she whispered seductively as she pulled away from me. As the soft music started, I relaxed somewhat, and soon Mikayla was back at my side and kissing me, then moving to my neck, down to my chest, stomach and finally paydirt. I relaxed as she lovingly sucked my rock hard cock, enjoying the sensation, the soft music, and the light buzz I had from the beer. She continued her magic for a couple of minutes, then stopped suddenly and I heard some rustling. “What was she doing?” I thought to myself, but before my inquisitive mind inquired too far, she resumed her work. But something was different, it still felt great, but just—different. After a few seconds my mind started to calm down again and I got completely lost back in the sensations flowing across my body. Mikayla’s hot tongue worked its magic on my cock as her other tongue simultaneously found its way back to my mouth, and we kissed deeply and passionately. “This is great,” I thought to myself, “Mikayla’s kissing me at the same time she’s blowing me. Awesome! WAIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK—THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE?!!” I tried to protest but Mikayla had a tremendous lip lock on me. My mind started racing a hundred miles an hour and my body tensed up. Who was the mystery person sucking my cock? My first thought scared the living shit out of me—I hope to high Zeus that’s not her friend Howard from that website she’s always talking about!!!! Oh crap that was the last thing in the world I wanted (well it could be worse and be Danny DeVito!), but before I went too far down that road, I felt the mystery guest’s long fingernails lightly raking my aching balls, and her soft pair of ample tits brushing against my thigh. Okay, calm down, at least it’s a chick, and I know Mikayla wouldn’t bring a skank into the bedroom because she would want to mess around with her too. So I finally gave up, attacked Mikayla’s tongue again and enjoyed this first time sensation of having a hot tongue in my mouth and a hot mouth slurping my cock at the same time. After another minute or two, Mikayla moved back down and for a couple of minutes I felt the pleasure of the girls tag teaming me. One would throat my shaft while the other would take my balls in her mouth and work her tongue over them. Who was who I had no idea. Finally, one of them left the work down under and raked her fingernails up my chest and started kissing my neck. When I couldn’t take it anymore, and I felt myself start to tighten up, I remembered what Mikayla had said about giving her all my cum. “Mikayla, oh fuck that feels good! I’m about to cum baby!” “Oh come on baby, give me your hot fucking load down my throat! Give it to me now baby!” Her answer confirmed that it was Mikayla down there finishing me off. Mystery Girl then proceeded to deeply kiss me as I quickly lost control and pumped my hot cum into Mikayla’s welcoming mouth . It was just such an incredible feeling, our soft tongues clashing while my cock was being swallowed by Mikayla. As things subsided, Mikayla came up for air. She made her way back up to my mouth and, playfully pushing Mystery Girl away, she began kissing me again. “Hey, no fair!” Mystery Girl pouted, playfully. “What’s in this for me?” Whoa—I knew that voice. Holy fucking shit! “Whitney, is that you?” I struggled to see through the blindfold to no avail. She giggled—I knew that laugh. Oh shit, it WAS Whitney!!! Whitney (or Curvacious Lust as I had nicknamed her) was the CEO’s assistant at work—she and I always flirted playfully there and I was always fantasizing about getting a handjob from her because she had these incredible looking hands. And now she was on the bed with us in all her glory and she had just helped Mikayla suck my cock!! Mikayla chimed in playfully, “I’ll show you what’s in it for you bitch!” as I felt her climb over me to Whitney. I could hear sounds of kissing and then felt the bed jiggle as they fell over in a pile, moaning. “Okay, did somebody forget about me?” I asked to no one in particular. I was completely ignored as their moaning and writhing increased. Realizing they had no immediate plans to unleash me, I stood up and bent over, easily lifting my shackled arms up and over the four foot post on the bed. Then I sat down and contorted my body enough to bring my cuffed hands under my feet and up in front of me, but not before losing my balance and falling off the bed. “Ow shit!!” Moans and kissing were the only sounds that reacted. Now I was pissed. I ripped off the blindfold, looked at the two of them going at it, said an admiring “Whoa!”, then began looking around for the handcuff keys. There on the dresser. As I unlocked the cuffs I thought to myself, “Allright bitches. Play time is over!!” I threw the cuffs down, walked over to Mikayla and CL, raised both my hands and slapped each of their asses as hard as I could. They each yelped and sat up, both giving me “What the fuck?” looks. “I’m helping out here whether you like it or not, but it’s going to be a few minutes until I can get hard again, so who wants their pussy licked first?” Mikayla responded like a trouper. “Oh Greg, let’s give Whitney a treat first, whatta ya say?” I responded with action, diving onto the bed and spreading CL’s legs wiiiiiide. Mikayla and I both went after her pussy with our tongues, simultaneously licking her clit and halfway kissing each other at the same time. We both stuck a finger in CL’s welcoming pussy as I moved my tongue down and began rimming her tight pink asshole. Mikayla continued working CL’s clit as we moved our fingers in and out of CL’s hot pussy in unison. CL was moaning like crazy and digging her fingers into the sheets as her body quickly began rocking to the effect of the tremendous orgasm tearing through her body. We continued our work however, until she had come two more times, her moans turning into desperate screams during the last one. Completely satiated, she pulled herself away and my smile grew as I pushed Mikayla back down on the bed. “Your turn sweety,” I said gleefully as I pulled CL down next to me so she could help. CL and I then repeated the procedure on Mikayla, working her clit with our tongues, fingering her together, with me eventually rimming her asshole while CL nibbled her clit. CL and I enjoyed some surreptitious kissing as well, as our tongues found each other when both of us were working Mikayla’s engorged clit. Mikayla was writhing in ecstasy as she moaned orders to us. “Oh, fuck yeahhhhh….lick that hot pussy, oh finger me, oh yeah fucking lick that hot clit!” I responded in kind with “Oh baby I love licking this hot sweet pussy of yours…gimme your pussy juice baby…I need your hot pussy juice!” Soon Mikayla was shuddering in orgasmic bliss and digging her nails into the sheets as well. Three orgasms later and she was completely spent as well. As the three of us lay there recovering from our fun, I suggested we pop into the hot tub and enjoy the moonlit night on the deck. The girls eagerly agreed and I loaded up on beer for all of us and we all ran out naked onto the deck and got into the hot tub. The hot water mixed with the cold night air was invigorating, and as we all huddled together and sipped our beers, we fell into easy conversation like the old friends that we were. Mikayla and CL actually started to remind me of sisters—they just got along so well with each other. But they weren’t acting like sisters now, more like crazed hyenas. I’ll be damned if they didn’t start making out again, right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. What the fuck!?!? “Allright, if you two are going to keep that up, one of you needs to be riding my cock at the same time!” My feelings were hurt. “You go first Whitney,” Mikayla offered to CL. CL giggled a little and then climbed on top of me. As she worked her way down my pole, she and I both felt relief from all the tension our office flirting had built up between us. She worked herself up and down a couple of times on my cock before coming very quickly. Mikayla looked at me worried but I shot her a comforting wink. I was an orgasm and 3 beers into it, I was in NO danger of coming too soon. Mikayla moved over to CL and they gently began to kiss. CL’s orgasm subsided and she seemed a little upset. “Fuck!!! I came too fast. Can I please ride his cock a little bit longer? I really need this Mikayla!” “Of course, it’s okay!” Mikayla responded warmly, and then kissed her deeply. I of course was turned on as hell. “Yeah, Whitney, it’s okay, ride my cock baby, I need to fuck you more.” My hands moved up to play with her tits while the girls made out like long lost high school lovers. I quietly met CL’s thrusts with my own and otherwise tried not to disturb their makeout session. I did however, move my hand underneath Mikayla and massaged her clit and fingered her as she continued to kiss CL deeply. I don’t know how they did it, but soon both of them orgasmed simultaneously—CL’s pussy clamping down on my cock and Mikayla’s pussy gripping my fingers. It was all very very hot. As CL slowly worked herself off my still hard pole, Mikayla moved over and took her place. They resumed their makeout session as I pounded Mikayla’s pussy underwater and repeated my fingering technique on CL. After about ten minutes, another shockwave enveloped us, as all three of us climaxed in unison—CL and Mikayla’s sweet pussies contracting and my cock shooting yet another volcanic load deep into Mikayla’s love hole. As the shockwaves subsided, we enjoyed more beer and quiet conversation, all the while taking in the cold night air and the moonlight. After about 20 minutes, we decided to jump out and get back inside. I had one more scene to play out before we called it an exhausted night. We quickly toweled off inside and the girls jumped into bed while I added several logs to the fire in the bedroom. The intense heat was very soothing, as the three of us laid on the bed and relaxed, our hands exploring and stroking each other’s bodies. Soon our stroking and kissing started to turn serious, so I decided it was time to steer things in the direction I wanted. “Mikayla, do you need your pussy licked?” I asked. “Of course—I could always use a good pussy licking. Who wants to do the honors?” “Whitney, would you mind?” I asked, hoping she would still be into it. “Sure, as long as you can lick mine Greg.” CL had read my mind. “Well, let’s get to it then!” I ordered, as CL laid back and Mikayla straddled her face. I spread CL’s legs wiiiide once again and got down to business. Mikayla was facing me, and although she was mostly lost in the magic that CL was working on her love hole, she glanced down at me from time to time, I think to make sure I wasn’t enjoying myself too much. CL’s pussy was tasty, just like Mikayla’s. After lapping up her sweet mellifluence for a few minutes, and feeling her orgasm, I stood up, my cock now hard again. Her legs still spread, I began teasing her pussy with the head of my cock, working it around her lips and her opening. Her moaning increased so I finally inserted myself into her and slowly began thrusting. I looked up to see Mikayla’s eyes burning a hole in me. I could almost read her mind as her words from last night came back into my brain. Of course I had no intention of cumming inside CL, but I wanted to tease Mikayla a little, because you know, that’s just the kind of guy I am. After thrusting into CL for a few minutes, I increased my pace and intensity, spreading her legs back even farther and just giving her an incredible pussy pounding. Her moaning increased, which made her latch onto Mikayla’s pussy even harder, causing Mikayla to quake like a leaf, which turned me on even more. CL’s pussy felt incredible, it had been such an exerting day, and my quads were burning again. Oh I needed to cum bad now, but I held off for the sake of more theatrics. I began moaning too, with each pounding thrust into CL I moaned. CL groaned, I moaned, and Mikayla got pissed. “Don’t you dare, don’t you FUCKING DARE Greg!!” hissed Mikayla to me. Oh shit, for some reason that turned me on even more, so much so that I almost did come, but I managed to hold off, even when I felt CL’s hot drenched pussy clamp down harder than I had felt all night. As CL bucked and writhed, she stopped licking Mikayla as she was completely losing control. Suddenly, and I don’t know how this happened, CL’s pussy shot a stream of liquid that hit me in the belly like a fire hose! Holy shit the girl was ejaculating!! I had seen Mikayla do it once before but even then it was something so new to me, and now here was CL doing it too! That nearly sent me over the edge. I groaned louder as I fought for control of my own body. “Oh fuck you better not FUCKING CUM ASSHOLE!!!” Mikayla shouted as she mashed her pussy back down on CL’s mouth. CL’s spasms and squirting slowly subsided as her orgasm passed and she dutifully and hungrily started attacking Mikayla’s pussy again. I thought Mikayla looked upset and I felt bad for pushing her so far, but I was a little pissed off too since I thought she trusted me. Plus I didn’t like being called an asshole. When I pulled out of CL’s quenched pussy, Mikayla immediately saw that I was still rock hard, and a look of relief crossed over her face. I was slightly perturbed however, and although I planned to give her my cum, I was going to make her work for it. I stood up on the bed and straddled CL, with my cock, glistening with CL’s love juice, square in Mikayla’s face. Mikayla looked up at me sweetly and grabbed it with her hands and started to suck it when I stopped her by grabbing her by the back of her hair and pulling tight. “Put your hands down bitch. I’m going to feed this hard cock to you. Do you want me to feed my cock to you?” I pulled harder on the hair. Mikayla winced but I could tell she was really turned on as well. “Yeah Greg. Fuck yeah, feed me that hard cock, oh feed it to your slutty bitch Greg.” That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed the base of my cock and balls with my right hand and slowly shoved it into Mikayla’s open mouth, while my left hand controlled her head movements with the fistful of hair I had grabbed. I moved her head back and forth, fast and then slow as Mikayla expertly sucked and throated my cock while her hands played with her clit and CL’s tongue. “Do you like how your bitch girlfriend’s juices taste?” I asked as I thrust deep into Mikayla’s hungry mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, oh feed that delicious juicy cock to me baby, aaaaaaahhhhhh!” We carried on like this for a good five minutes until I decided it was time to come. Since I was now 2 orgasms and 5 beers into it, I needed Mikayla to really work me over to get me to come, so I reached down and brought her hands up to my cock. She immediately took over, and as I held onto her hair for dear life, she expertly stroked me with one hand, while cupping my balls and fingering my asshole with her other hand. The massaging, sucking, throating, humming and fingering were all combining to get me completely rigid, and I slowly started to feel that familiar feeling begin to surface in my legs. Very quickly I was shaking and wailing as my orgasm throttled up through my body, into my cock and down into Mikayla’s awaiting throat. At the last second her finger moved up into my ass an inch or two and skyrockets started going off. My cock felt like it was 10 feet long as my orgasm stretched my sensory perception to its absolute limits. All the while Mikayla kept her form perfectly, taking all of my silky cum without missing a drop. As my orgasm slowly subsided, I pulled out of her mouth, dropped to my knees and kissed Mikayla very deeply, almost sloppily, as her juices, my juices, and CL’s juices washed over our tongues. As we passionately kissed, completely caught up in the moment, I felt CL slide down a bit and take my still half throbbing cock in her mouth and suck whatever little juices down that may have remained. After another 30 seconds or so we all collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and fell immediately to sleep. Postscript The next morning, after we awakened and freshened up a bit, the three of us sat back in bed and recounted what had happened the night before. CL had had a fantastic time, but she couldn’t stay since she had met a hot guy on the slopes yesterday and had a date with him tonight. She was giddy and said she couldn’t wait to see if HE could make her squirt too! She said that the only thing that could be a perfect ending for her would be if Mikayla and I gave her a real life lesson in anal sex. She just wanted to watch while we did it and maybe try to help out. Mikayla was absolutely thrilled and I was excited as well. CL grabbed a bottle of lube as Mikayla gave her instructions. Mikayla was next to me, with her back facing me. I kissed and gently bit her neck as CL followed her instructions and began lubing my cock, taking it into her hands and quickly bringing me to full attention. She worked lube into Mikayla’s crack as well and tentatively fingered her ass as Mikayla’s moaning gave her the encouragement she needed. CL then grabbed the base of my cock and balls and guided the tip over to Mikayla’s awaiting ass. Waiting for Mikayla’s nod, CL then slowly pushed my cock into Mikayla’s soft ass and watched with large eyes as it slowly disappeared up to my balls. When I slowly began thrusting, Mikayla turned her head to me and we kissed deeply. As I pulled partially out on each thrust, CL would wrap a couple of fingers around my cock and balls and give a me a comforting massage before I pushed back into Mikayla. After about 5 minutes of this, Mikayla instructed CL to begin inserting the large glass dildo she had lubed up into her pussy. As Mikayla’s hot holes took in each tool completely, poor CL’s eyes bugged out with erotic fascination. Mikayla’s moans reached a new pitch as my cock got pleasantly squeezed by her ass and the glass dildo, and soon I was on the verge of coming. After whispering my intentions into Mikayla’s ear, she silently nodded and I could tell she was ready too. After a couple more soft thrusts I exploded in ecstasy in Mikayla’s hungry ass, as her pussy clamped down on the glass dildo and went berserk. I glanced down and noticed CL fingering herself to an orgasm as well, as she was completely turned on by the spectacle. After things had subsided, the three of us took a hot shower in the oversized bathroom and had another enjoyable time soaping each other to orgasms. After we dried off and had a late brunch, CL said her goodbyes and headed off to get some much needed rest before her hot date that night. Mikayla and I then kissed tenderly in the doorway, went back to the bed, and fucked.

Hmmmm CL--that gives me an idea for my next fantasy!!! QG

BTW, when is the next installment of the Mikayla adventures? Inquiring minds want to know??? Mikayla Well, as soon as my wrists stop being so sore from reading, I mean writing, the last one. Are you trying to tell me that you and CL are ready for another round??? QG

Personally, I found your "Uugghh men!" comment hilarious Mikayla. It's obvious to most of us knuckle draggers what you meant. Thank you Mikayla for helping to educate the women (and men) out here!!! Us guys need more swallowing females that is for sure. QG

I'm happy you liked it CL--the hands thing was a lucky guess. I have a thing for them--feminine looking, soft, bright red nail polish, so I projected that on you. Glad to hear it was accurate!! QG

Repay the favor huh--let's see. Nope, can't do that, we're both married. Okay...nope can't do that either. Wait, there's....no that would be a no-no as well. Well, allrigtht, since I stayed up so late finishing it, how about a nice cup of gourmet coffee (and then a blowjob--sorry I just had to throw that in)? Glad you enjoyed it. QG

As always ladies--for your pleasure and all in good fun!! QG “What do you think Greg?” Keith asked, in his usual nasal and snotty tone, rudely tugging me from my daydream about Whitney, the CEO’s administrative assistant who was sitting across the glossy table from me. “I think you should suck my BIG, HAIRY COCK, you ASSHOLE!” I growled, emphasizing each syllable. Of course I didn’t actually say that, but that’s what I thought anyway. Now, there were three falsehoods in that thought, the biggest one being that I didn’t want Keith anywhere near my cock now or ever. The second was that my cock is not hairy. My old girlfriend and I had once spent a lazy Saturday morning shaving each other and then having the best oral sex of our lives--so clean, so smooth, and no loose hairs in our mouths. The intercourse was incredible too, so we kept things that way down there permanently. Even though we had broken up a year ago (she chose to relocate, I liked being in the city), I still kept my cock and balls very smooth, assuming whomever I hooked up with next would like it as well. The third and final little white lie was that, well, my cock is only average length and girth. Plenty big to have a great time with, but nothing to write home about. I’ve never had any complaints, mind you, and if you happen to be one of those women who say they need a huge cock to get off, then honey we need to have a LONG talk, preferably with some good champagne and an assortment of sex toys, so I can educate you on the extensive art of sexual satisfaction, which encompasses so much more than me banging you with my “average” rod. I’m sure you will see things my way afterward. Like I said, I’ve never had a complaint. Now Keith had pissed me off, mainly because I had been daydreaming about Whitney, or more specifically, Whitney’s tits and hands. She always sat across from me during these Friday afternoon staff meetings, giving me a shy smile when I came in to take my place at the executive conference table. She just had these hands that intrigued the hell out of me. They looked soft and sexy, and I always enjoyed imagining them lubed up and wrapped around my cock, slowly jerking me into pleasurable oblivion. My daydream always ended with me shooting my hot, pearly white silk onto her welcoming face, her hair, her blouse, her huge tits, you name it. I had a nickname for Whitney—Curvaceous Lust—CL for short. CL was just plain sexy. I never saw her when she wasn’t sitting behind a desk, but I did playfully flirt with her every time I had to meet with the CEO. Her phone rang off the hook and she was always in the middle of a big pile of papers, so our friendly banter never did get to last long. But I liked her—she was cool. And she always got me in to see the CEO when I needed to—she had that power and used it. People like Keith pissed her off too and as a result, he could hardly ever get in. So as I sat there in the staff meeting, daydreaming about the weekend and a CL hand job, while straining to see through the gaps in her buttoned-up blouse (I thought I saw a lacy bra and part of her pink breast), I was in no mood for Keith’s whiny, suck-up bullshit. But I did have to address his question, since the CEO was sitting there, along with all the other VP’s. So I did. What I said isn’t important here, but suffice it to say I covered myself well, pleased the CEO, and exposed something Keith had forgotten to address in his proposal. So once again, he had to backtrack, blabbering incessantly while he did so, finally shutting up when the CEO had had enough and moved the meeting on to another topic. After the staff meeting, as things wound down for the weekend, I was in my office cleaning up some files on my desk, when I got pissed off again. It wasn’t Keith this time though, it was our chirpy bitch corporate attorney, Mikayla. Man, I couldn’t stand that whore. Why, you ask? Several reasons actually. Numero uno—she talked too damn loud. Always in Keith’s office, right next to mine, and she was frequently blathering endlessly about this contract, or that contract, and completely ruining my concentration. So I always had to get up and shut my office door. Keith would never shut his door even though I had asked him to many times. Mikayla was hot, and Keith, being a lonesome loser, liked being seen with her in his office. And why was she always asking for his opinion on things? The guy was a transparent dumbshit but she acted like she hung on his every word. Was she THAT stupid too? I didn’t know because the bitch never talked to me. Granted we didn’t work on the same projects like she and Keith did, but still, hadn’t she heard of being friendly? The final thing to piss me off about her is that in the last few weeks, she had been either coming from or going to Keith’s office when she managed to drop something right in front of my office door—a pen, a file, a calculator. She always turned her back to me, and directly in my line of sight, she would bend over at the waist to pick up whatever had dropped out of her dumb bitch hands. And the view was incredible. The last time she was wearing some perfectly tailored light gray slacks with some black, sandal-type high heels. I swear when she bent over I could see her pussy lips outlined in her crotch. Now I just couldn’t take that kind of torture. I didn’t like the slut, and it pissed me off that she was so good-looking because deep down I would have loved to bang that hot body. But I couldn’t get to know her since I had no business reason for talking to her and our corporate culture was so stiff. So I disliked her—immensely. It just made it easier that way. So I shut my door (again!) and tried to get back to what I was doing, which wasn’t much since I was basically killing time until the weekend started. I had finished up a couple of grueling acquisition projects earlier this week and had finally gotten some good catch-up sleep the night before. After working the last two weekends, I was looking forward to just being lazy for a couple of days. As I calmed back down and got lost in my thoughts again, a knock sounded on my office door. Fuck! Now what!? “Come in!” I said gruffly. “Hi Greg, can I ask you something?” Mikayla said sweetly as she poked her head in the door. Oh shit, what did SHE want? “Sure.” There, I kept it short and sweet for the slut. “I didn’t know if you knew this or not, but today is my last day at the firm. I’m joining Lawson and Sweet downtown.” She had come in and was standing in full view now. Damn she was tasty looking. “Oh, no I didn’t,” I replied while wondering why I felt my heart sinking. Mikayla didn’t actually work for our company, she was outside legal counsel that we had on retainer. She officed a few buildings away, but came over 2 to 3 times a week to prance her happy ass around, talk to Keith, and piss me off. Leaving her current firm meant she wouldn’t be coming around anymore. While I couldn’t say I would miss her personality, I would miss that ass and those awesome looking tits I was now seeing clearly for the first time. Damn they were big! Even shrouded by the lightly starched, cotton, long sleeved stylish blouse she was wearing, it was obvious she was well endowed. I felt my balls start to stir. “Well, they’re having a happy hour for me at Mother’s starting at 5:30. I wanted to personally invite you. Can you come?” She actually looked sincere. I started to smile but caught myself—remember Greg, you don’t like this smarmy piece of ass, I told myself as I regained my composure. Besides, you hate the Rush Street scene. Play it cool dude. “I don’t know, maybe. We’ll see.” “Well I really hope you can make it. I’m really going to miss all of you guys here, and I’ve always wanted to get to know you but just haven’t had the chance. You know, since Scott handles all your contracts.” Her voice was softer now, not like the fake one she used in Keith’s office. I liked it. “Okay Mikayla. I’ll try to be there. Thanks for the invite.” See? I’m not a complete ass. Once I started to see a different side of the cunt I rethought things. What the fuck was THAT all about anyway? Did she really want to get to know me, or was she just trying to fill up the bar with as many suck-ups as she could to bolster her own suffering self-esteem. Hell if I knew, but I figured I had nothing to lose so I decided to go. If the happy hour sucked I could always use the opportunity to scope out some fresh pussy. Surprisingly, the happy hour was hopping after all. Most of downtown must have had a couple of crazy weeks because the place was packed with people wanting to blow off steam. I saw the crowd from my company so I grabbed a drink and headed over. I could see the top of Mikayla’s blonde head but nothing else since a forest of oh-so willing cock surrounded her. Oh, and Keith was right there in the middle, but I’m not sure he actually has a penis so he didn’t count. I said hi to a few people, and sat down at a table, took a swig of my drink, took a long slow look around the place, and was pleasantly surprised when my eyes returned to the table and saw that Whitney, aka Curvaceous Lust, and her sexy hands and 40DD tits had sat down across from me. Where the hell had SHE come from, I wondered. She had blindsided me. CL and I began our normal office chit-chat and I began to relax and enjoy myself. She really was a nice person and we eagerly and easily traded interesting personal tidbits about each other. Of course the whole time we were talking I was imagining those hands on my rod, or my rod between those titties. Or those lips. Even when she told me about her boyfriend the fantasizing didn’t stop. I think she was kind of into me as well and just as I started devising a way to check her interest in coming home with me for the evening, we were interrupted. “Hi guys! Having fun?” It was, you guessed it, Mikayla and her annoying ebullient smile. Yes, whore, we ARE having fun now please fuck off! What?! I said please! My black cloud had returned. Mikayla’s butt-insky caused Whitney to become conscious of the time, and, checking her watch, she stood up and said she was running late for a date. At least SHE’LL get laid tonight, I thought, as she made her way out the door, but not before giving me a longing look as she left. Wow—I may have to find a way to get to know her better—something tells me she might be a lot of fun. What wasn’t fun was having the bitch called Mikayla back in my face. Or at least it wasn’t fun yet. I looked back to where our company group had been and was surprised to see most of them gone. I checked my watch—7:10. “Where’d everyone go?” I asked. “Oh you know, the usual—home, family, dinner, dates.” “Where’s Keith?” “I told him to run along now; that I needed to discuss a project with you,” Mikayla said coyly, shooting me a sideways glance. “Of course that was just bullshit to get rid of him.” What the fuck was going on here? I thought she LIKED Keith. “Oh, okay, so what’s the deal?” I pressed. “Greg, I get the impression you don’t like to fuck around, I mean, you can be pretty blunt.” Lucky guess, whore. She continued. “I’m the same way. And I’m going to lay it all out here. I want to get to know you better. I haven’t worked with you, but I’ve gotten an impression of you from some of the monthly meetings and by seeing how people talk about you around the office—and I like it.” Okay balls, why the hell are you starting to stir around down there? Calm down and let me listen to what this beautiful bitch is saying. “Well why here, why now?” I was actually curious. I liked her bluntness, but, I mean, what the fuck?! “Because I start with the new firm on Monday, and I’ll immediately be ass-deep in work. It could be weeks before I come up for air, so why don’t we have a drink and get down to business?” She leaned into the table with those beautiful tits cradled by her arms. She was damn good-looking I must admit. I had never been this close to her and I found her looks, well, captivating. Satiny blonde cascading tresses, absolutely vibrant skin, perfect makeup. Lips, well, lips I could imagine sucking on my cock, or kissing. How would her tongue feel? Okay missy, let’s get to know each other, I’m game. Hell my balls are flopping around down there like a couple of frogs playing grab-ass and my spidey senses are tingling like crazy, so I must be at least halfway attracted to you. Let’s rumble. The conversation was a little awkward at first as we stumbled around for some common ground, but we soon hit a stride and things really started to flow. She did most of the talking initially, which was a good thing because after a couple of minutes I could tell this slut was smart as hell. Maybe even as smart as me. Maybe. We easily rolled from subject to subject, hither and yon, with no real organization to it, just a free flowing, almost stream of consciousness-like conversation. I hated to admit it, but I was impressed. I even started to like her. Of course I wanted to bone her, but that’s natural. To actually like the person, well you can’t fake that. She was really surprising me. I had no idea how she felt about me—I mean she had devoted this time to get to know me, so I was flattered, but how did she feel now, after talking with me for 45 minutes? I didn’t have to wonder long; I felt her hand on my knee when she made a specific point about something. Okay, that did it, now my night snake was in the game—the frogs had gone bonkers and woken up daddy. Easy big fella! Or average fella! Whatever! I leaned into the table to hide my rising hard-on, when Mikayla leaned in closer, moved her hand up my thigh, and looked straight at me. “Greg, are you hard yet?” She meant business—and I liked it. I stared right back at her, hard, and nodded. “Good, because I’m starting to get wet. I think we need to go.” Easier said than done, lady. I wasn’t going anywhere until this boner calmed down a bit. So she got up to hit the john, while I paid the tab and collected myself. Out in the parking lot, as I opened my car door for her, it happened. We started making out like savages, slashing at each other with our tongues while our hands copped every feel possible. I got pussy, ass, pussy, tit and more ass. She got cock, ass, chest, back and more ass as well. After a couple of minutes we finally made it into the car and started right back into it. By now I had her shirt unbuttoned and her bra undone and I was squeezing those fantabulous titties and drinking in her awesome perfume. She moaned like a sick calf and I knew I had to have her. But not here. My house was 20 minutes away, hers was 30. Okay, my house. I somehow got the car started and headed down the street as her hands worked to get my cock out of my slacks. Once she accomplished that task, she dropped her head down and proceeded to get to know me better. Oh shit she felt good, sliding her mouth up and down on my completely rigid flagpole. It’s a funny thing, road-head. It’s like the ultimate in mutual trust. She’s hoping you don’t slam into a brick wall and kill her, and you’re praying she doesn’t bite off your knob when you hit a pothole. Her technique was stellar, gripping the base of my cock with her hand to keep herself centered, while smothering the top half with her mouth and tongue. At red lights, she gave me an incredible ache by lightly clamping her teeth around my cock and nibbling. I still hadn’t cum as we pulled into my garage, mostly due to the numbing sensation of the alcohol and the 5 or 6 cops we passed on our journey. But I was ready. My balls were absolutely screaming at my brain to release them from their swollen torture. But not yet. Just a few more minutes. We moved into my kitchen, where we continued to make out while stripping off clothes. I ended up with just my heavily starched dress shirt on, while Mikayla was down to a black thong, her high heels, and her unbuttoned starched blouse. I made her leave it on, as she looked sexy as hell in just this bare minimum outfit. We moved into my carpeted living room where she dropped to her knees again and set out to finish the job she had started in the car. With the lights on low, I had a perfect view of her as she attacked her work. Just an incredible specimen. Eyes closed, some increasing moaning, tits slightly swinging back and forth, shoulders bathed in soft cotton, and those heels. Oh those heels. The torture was just too much at that point as my body began to seize up. At the very last second I clasped my hand on top of the one she had on my cock and pulled out of her mouth. Uhhhhhhh—a hot streak of creamy hot silk lashed across her left cheek. Uhhhhh-another across her chin and and open mouth. Uhhhhh-now one on her neck and the collar of her blouse. Uhhhh-another good one across her left breast. I traced my still throbbing cock along a slickened path from her soft titties, up her neck, and back into her welcoming mouth, where she sucked what little cum I had left down her deep throat while she massaged my balls for more. After wiping my cum from her cheek, chin, neck and tit with her hand, she slowly licked her fingers clean while gripping my cock in her other hand. She and I were both panting like spent hyenas, and as I helped her up to her feet I could feel the slight moistness of her skin. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. A slight look of surprise moved across her face as I stood her in front of my large, 6 foot high, mahogany chest-on-chest. The thing is built like a tank and weighs about 500 pounds. I stripped off Mikayla’s blouse and helped steady her as she pulled off her thong. I then pulled a long velvet strap from behind each side of the chest where they were bolted in, and tied one each to Mikayla’s delicate wrists. I then brought a blindfold out and placed it over her eyes. She offered no complaint, but I could tell she was slightly nervous by the unevenness of her breathing. “Relax,” I whispered huskily, “you’re going to love this.” She smiled and giggled slightly as I started rubbing and massaging her magnificent ass. I had left my bathroom light on, and it was spilling into my bedroom and hit her body just perfectly. I could tell she worked out as I saw her toned arm and leg muscles strain slightly against the velvet straps. I had some sex toys my girlfriend and I had bought just before our breakup, but never used, and out of the bag in my closet I pulled a large feather, a soft leather harness that looked like a jockstrap, and the vibrator and clit vibe that went along with it. She heard me rustling around and I could tell she was a little nervous. “What are you doing back there?” she asked, the tone of her voice telling me she felt out of control of the situation--in which I took special delight. I didn’t answer her. Instead I walked over in front of her and tickled her tits with the feather. Her nipples immediately got erect and she pulled back a little and smiled. I gave her a deep, reassuring kiss and she quickly settled down. I then moved behind her and began rubbing the feather on her ass and down her crack. She pulled tight against the straps, spread her legs about 3 feet apart, and arched her back slightly, blindly pushing her ass up towards the soft feather. And then I let her have it. WHACK!!!! “OW!!! FUCK!!!” she yelped as she jumped about a foot in the air and almost fell down, losing her balance from my spanking. I could almost sense the shock and awe pulsating through her nerve endings. I stood silent, waiting for more reaction from her, when surprisingly, she pulled blindly at the straps, struggled to get back into her original position, and then slowly raised her ass again. THIS, was cool. WHACK!!! I slapped her ass harder this time, right across both cheeks, leaving a crimson handprint. This time she yelped again, and her knees buckled, but she held her ground. Oh, I am impressed, I thought to myself, VERY impressed! Again she raised her ass, and now I noticed her straining against the velvet straps, pulling them taut as her only means of support. WHACK!!! Another hard one across her backside, but she held her ground beautifully again and only registered a hard grunt and heavier breathing. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Shit, that last one hurt MY hand!!! I sensed the beginnings of a deep sensual moan from Mikayla, its euphonious sound resonating through my own nerve endings and causing my cock to stir once again. Oh man, she was really starting to like this! As I slowly and methodically continued slapping her bodacious ass, her moaning increased in volume and I could just sense that she was getting wetter by the second. We seemed to develop a synchronized rhythm, with me slapping and her reacting and then pushing her ass back into position. After 10 long minutes of this, we were both covered in a glossy sheen of perspiration and she seemed to be hyperventilating. My cock was absolutely rigid and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to eat that delicious looking pussy and ass. I moved in behind Mikayla, knelt down, and gently pulled apart her cranberry colored ass cheeks while moving my tongue in for the kill. She was completely drenched from both perspiration and her peachy secretions and I drank it all in. I hadn’t noticed earlier but she was completely shaven and had a clit piercing. I flicked my tongue up to her clit and brought it into my mouth, slightly nibbling and licking it while her moaning shot up an octave. As seismic tremors began moving up her legs, signaling her imminent orgasm, I gave her magnificent pussy lips one last lick, inserted my thumb into her love hole, and brought my tongue up to her asshole to finish her off. As I swirled my tongue around her smooth ass opening, her quivering legs almost began spasming as her body exploded in primeval pleasure. She screamed in ecstasy and jerked her head back and forth as her body fought her mind against the riptide of her passion. I slowly moved my tongue up her back as I stood up and enveloped her from behind with my arms and body. Her spasms slowly waned as I massaged her shoulders and neck, and her breathing calmed down to more normal levels. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly and I slowly realized I was actually starting to genuinely care for Mikayla at that point. I actually felt bad about the way I had initially perceived her at work, and wondered if this was going to be just a one-night stand or the start of something incredible. What she said next sealed the deal, at least for me anyway. “Oh Greg,” she whispered, still slightly out of breath. “Please fuck me, PLEASE stick your hard cock deep into my aching pussy and fuck me. Just please fuck me!!” She seemed to be on the verge of tears—she was actually begging me. She continued on with her dirty talk as I obediently obliged, slipping my rock hard I-beam into the welcoming fleshy sauna that was her pussy. Oh shit, she was tight, and I fought for self-control as she began hard thrusting backwards into me. She was back to pulling on the straps as she rode me in mid-air. “Oh fuck me!! Fuck my tight pussy with your hard cock!!” Now this kind of talk was going to send me hurtling over the cliff of self-control, but I so badly wanted to hold off in order to tap that fine ass of hers. I continued thrusting with her while I thought of ways to hold off my orgasm until she came—let’s see, there was golf, baseball, Curvaceous Lust—whoa, what the fuck was she and her hands doing here in my mind? Think of something else prick—quick!! Okay, okay, I pledge allegiance to the flag…..” My mind splintered amongst 7 different subjects as I tried to keep the pleasure signals my cock was transmitting from taking over my whole body. Finally, after a long few minutes, Mikayla tightened up again and let out another lung busting scream—sending quivers of pleasure into my own body as this new orgasm rocked hers. She fell to her knees after the fourth shudder passed through her, losing my cock along the way. As she sat there with her strapped arms over her head, I leaned in and asked her if she was okay. “That was so fucking awesome!!” she panted, then brought her mouth to mine in a grateful kiss. “So---fucking---awesome!!!” “Can we try one more thing?” I asked, almost in disbelief. “Oh fuck yeah!! Whatever you want Greg, you can do anything to me!”” With that reassurance, I left her there momentarily while I retrieved the leather harness, vibrator and clit buzzer. After helping her back up, she slowly swung her legs into the harness and I brought it up and secured it to her waist. After lubing up the vibrator, I turned it on and slowly inserted it into her pussy and secured it into place in the harness. I then positioned the clit massager and set it for blast-off as well. Her moaning began again as she vibrated away and I began to massage her buttery smooth ass cheeks with some scented lube. She just felt incredible and seemed to be enjoying things as I slowly began fingering her asshole. She was naturally puckered up, but slowly relaxed and allowed me begin some slow thrusting with my finger. My hard-on was raging, but I wanted to make sure she was cool with what I had in mind. Lucky for me, she seemed to be thinking the same way. “Greg, do you want to fuck my ass?” she moaned slowly, obviously enjoying the sensations at her three pleasure points. “Is that okay Mikayla?” I asked, hesitantly. “Oh yeah, fuck my ass with your beautiful cock. Please fuck it,” she panted as she moved her ass back into me. With that kind of encouragement I quickly moved the tip of my cock up to her awaiting ass, and slowly pressed into her opening. I could feel some slight spasming as she fought to relax enough to allow me to enter her, but it soon subsided and I quickly found myself half way in. I squirted some more lube on her ass and my cock, and then brought myself into her fully. Mikayla immediately broke out in a mist of perspiration again, and I could feel the quivers from the vibrators as her ass loosened up even more, allowing me to begin some slow and gentle thrusting. I squirted more lube down her crack and onto my cock with each thrust, then squirted the rest on her back as I began to massage her back and shoulders while continuing to thrust. With both of her orifices comfortably full, she asked me to take the blindfold off of her eyes. “I NEED to see you fucking me Greg!” I pulled off her blindfold, and as I continued thrusting, she turned her head back towards me. Our eyes locked, and the look we communicated to each other was one of pure passion, pleasure, and satisfaction. After a few moments she closed her eyes again, faced forward, and kicked it into high gear for the home stretch. She began meeting my thrusts again, slamming her pelvis into me as I rammed into her. We continued body slamming until she let out another loud moan, followed by a final scream as her orgasm erupted throughout her body. “Oh fucking FUCK me NOW! Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, oh FUCK my ASS!!” she screamed as her quaking body and ass clamped onto my cock. I was ready, but even if I wasn’t I couldn’t have stopped it as the torrents of sensation rocked my body, sending lightning bolts out of my cock and into her tight ass. I actually heard one of the velvet straps start to rip at its mounting as once again our bodies fought to stay together as the pleasure waves crashed over us for several minutes, before slowly calming down. Mikayla fell to her knees again as my cock popped out of her ass, and she begged me to take the vibrators out of her body, which seemed to have been in an almost constant state of orgasm over the last 10 minutes. After taking off the harness and vibrators, I undid the straps on her wrist and she collapsed in a heap on the carpeted floor. I left her there as I stumbled into the bathroom and started the water in my gimonstrous jacuzzi tub. As the bubbles slowly started to form, I went to the kitchen and got some champagne out of my fridge and two crystal tulip flutes. After putting them by the now filled tub, I returned to Mikayla, slipped off her heels, and picked her up in my arms and carried her to the jacuzzi, gently placing her amidst the bubbles and marble. After climbing in myself, we laid there motionless for several minutes, letting the bubbles massage our exhausted bodies and slowly bring us back to life. After silently sipping champagne for a while, Mikayla slowly roused, and began massaging my cock under the water. As I slowly rose to attention, she rolled over on top of me and slowly worked my cock back into her welcoming pussy. A slow, quiet, almost tantric session ensued, as we tenderly kissed, stared into each other’s eyes, and rested quietly against each other. Her body just felt SO right next to mine, and as I finally orgasmed into her, she gripped me with her legs and arms as if never wanting me to leave her side. The next morning, as we stirred from our deep sleep in my comfortable, pillow-topped bed, we picked up like old friends, talking and chatting about anything and everything. I did have one lingering question however. “Mikayla, if you were attracted to me, why didn’t you say something to me a long time ago?” “I wanted to Greg, but I knew you had a strict policy against dating employees.” Where the fuck had she heard that?!?! While it was true I didn’t go looking for pussy at the office, the reality of it was that I had no such policy. And besides, Mikayla wasn’t an employee, she only worked for our company indirectly, through her law firm, which definitely meant we could have done this a long time ago. I bet Keith had something to do with this. “Who the hell told you that?” I was going to kick Keith’s ass this time. I didn’t care if I got fired. “Well Whitney of course.” Her answer hit me square in the face like a brick. And then I smiled. Oh Curvaceous Lust told you that huh? Oh did SHE have an ass slapping coming HER way, I thought to myself. Did she ever!!!

Mikayla, You are the consummate professional--thanks for the response even though you had posted before. Short on time--I couldn't check the old ones. I think I'm with you on the enema thing--seems a bit extreme. QG

40 DD??!!? Damn, CL--now I have to go back and edit my latest story before I post it! Thanks for the titbit, I mean tidbit!! Your night sounds fantastic--good luck!!! QG

Okay, guys and gals, Assuming the wife would ever want to do anal--tell me how you "prep" for the act--from a hygienic standpoint I mean. I saw an interview with a porn star once and she said if she was doing an anal scene the next day she wouldn't eat anything past 5 p.m. the day before and then give herself 2 enemas--one that night and one in the morning. Sounds a little extreme, or does it? I honestly have no clue. QG

This one is easy hrnychick--just read any and all of Mikayla's posts. 'nuff said!! QG

Oh my--you naughty girls have given me an idea for my next short story!! I love your attitudes CL and Mikayla. You two and Howard have really nailed this topic!! QG

Thank you for the kind comments ladies. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Writing is easy for me, but only if I have the right kind of motivation (your interesting posts here have provided that!). I write these on the fly, when I can grab a few extra minutes, so if you didn't find any errors I am surprised, but happy. Curvacious, I was actually trying to think of a way to weave you into my next story--I don't mean to leave you out. Why don't you give me a first name you would like me to use (not your real one of course) and I will make sure you are included (although not in a 3-way, I'm not sure the narrator of these stories would survive that!). QG I forgot to add that it may be a couple of weeks before my next story--after whipping out those first two I am SPENT!!!!! QG