Sunday, June 14, 2009

That shop again.....

I sent him a text, simply saying 'Want it?'

I was in town shopping, minding my own business, when suddenly my pussy twitched. This happened often, sometimes too often, during mundane tasks when sex hadn't even crossed my mind.

The text came back before I even had time to leave the shop I was in. 'Yes, now!'

I crossed the square and pushed open the door. He was stood talking very dull business with a customer. He looked up, smiled and said 'I'll be with you in a minute'. I grinned and turned away, thinking to myself 'you'll be in me in a minute!'

The customer took what he needed and headed out of the door. I dropped the latch behind him. 'I need filling' I said, smiling. 'So do I!!' he laughed, a wicked look in his eyes. We ran to the store room and stripped naked, with no airs and graces, no romance, no need for words. I always loved to look at him naked. All that time he spent in the gym had really paid off. His body was firm, muscly and perfect in every way, and always looked even hotter with his gorgeous cock standing straight out in front of him.

We kissed, hard, passionately, searching each others mouths with our tongues. He pulled me away and moved to his gym bag, stored under his desk. He pulled out a purple dildo, with straps attached, each sporting plastic pink daisies. So cute!!

He had mentioned he wanted fucking a few times, but he hadn't got to the point of telling me he had a strap on, especially a cute purple and pink flowery one! I laughed, here in front of me stood a gorgeous body builder, naked, muscles rippling, holding a flowery dildo and smiling.

'Turn round and bend over' I said. He immediately did as he was told. I stepped into the straps and pulled the phallus into place. Once firmly adjusted I stood back and admired the view. I definitely get penis envy when I have a plastic dildo attached to me. I stroked it, wishing I could feel the sensations of a real cock.

He was bent over his stool, his perfect arse high in the air, wiggling, inviting me to enter him. His fingers were spreading his cheeks wide for me, it was so horny watching this man offer himself up to be fucked. I knelt down and buried my tongue and face in his ass, he moaned.

I rimmed him for a while, tongue fucking his smooth hole, relishing the noises he was making, unconsciously stroking my own fake cock, almost wanking myself to get hard before I fucked him. I'd seen guys do it before and loved watching them slowly stroke the full length in preparation for sliding it into me, and here I was doing exactly the same.

I wanked his cock at the same time as my own. Licking and tonguing his hole I reached under and pumped his cock hard. I rubbed the end of it, feeling how wet it now was, and taking some of the juice onto my finger, I smeared it around his crack, sliding it into him, spreading his pre-cum in his puckered opening.

I tongued him a little longer, tasting his juice before standing up and gently edging the tip of my cock into him. He pushed back, easing it in at his own pace. The resistance nudged the cock back into me, rubbing my clit, pressing on it, sending waves of pleasure through me. I didn't want to release the pressure so I just wriggled from side to side, rubbing my clit. He pushed again, urging me to plunge deeper into him. I edged away, enjoying my own pleasure for a while. He thrust his arse back again, so I slapped him hard on his perfectly round cheek. Because of that he increased the pressure, backing into me, wanting to be fucked and spanked but not knowing which he wanted more.

I spanked him hard again, leaving a red hand print on him, and pulled back for a second before slamming my hard plastic cock deep into him. He moaned, with pleasure and pain, as I stretched his hole wide. I started to pump into him, banging my fake balls against his. 'Rub yourself' I said. His hand closed around his rock hard cock and started to slowly slide up and down.

The dildo was pressing on my clit with every thrust, so I increased the speed, slamming into him hard each time, to make it rub me over and over. He was moaning and rubbing his cock harder and faster now. He was getting close to cumming so, naturally, I stopped, frustrating him and watching him deflate with disappointment.

I pulled out and told him to turn over. He sat on the stool, leaning back against the wall and obediently spread his legs wide, like a woman. I could watch him rub his cock while I fucked him now, bringing me double the pleasure.

I slid my plastic erection back into him and watched him wrap his fingers around his hard, wet cock. 'Rub it hard' I said and looking from his eyes to his cock, and back to his eyes, I increased the pace of my fucking, feeling it press into my clit again. He closed his eyes. I knew he was close, so was I. I fucked him harder and harder and reached down between his legs, pulling hard on his balls, digging my nails in and scraping them across the skin of his sack.

That tipped him over the edge and as he started to spurt his spunk all over his chest and tummy I slammed into him one last time and the feeling came flooding over me on the final thrust. Holding onto his legs to steady myself I shook with my orgasm. I stroked his balls gently one more time and he pulled hard on my nipple with one hand while rubbing his hot sticky cum into my tits with his other.

I withdrew the purple phallus from him, and stood holding it for a while, my hand wrapped around its length, just as his had been around his own magnificent cock. 'I want a real one of these' I smiled. He stroked his, now flaccid, penis and said 'You can have this one' and instantly it started to harden again.

He closed the shop for the rest of the day.

The Shopkeeper.....

There is something very illicit about having a sexual encounter with a married man in his workplace, but it doesn't often happen. The men I tend to date are successful business men, company directors, lawyers etc. Engineering a visit to their office is difficult, with staff and secretaries keeping a keen eye out for the busty blonde arriving in the seamed stockings. So, when the opportunity arises for me to misbehave in a mans workplace, I jump at the chance.

I started seeing him a while ago, and we had enjoyed each others company a few times at my place and out in the spring sunshine. We had managed the occasional passionate kiss, or play, behind his counter in the shop, but I needed more, and I knew he did. I had been dying to fuck him in his shop, but without blinds at the windows it would be fairly obvious. His shop was in the middle of a busy town, with lots of people passing by and looking in, and a married man shouldn't be seen with his cock buried deep in a blondes mouth, in the middle of his premises! :) I knew he was reluctant to do more, but we'd created an insatiable passion for each other during our meetings at home and outside.

As usual, I decided to take matters into my own hands. As risky as it was, I simply had to do it.

I walked into his shop, turned and closed the door, locking it behind me. He looked up and smiled, a horny afternoon is always something to smile about, but when it is a surprise, totally unexpected, it creates a sensation within that is hard to beat.

I opened my coat to reveal my underwear, the black and red bra, panties and suspender belt, the black, seamed stockings and high red heels. Smiling, I asked 'Are you busy?'

He pushed open the door behind his counter, leading to his store room, and answered, 'Never too busy for a woman who flashes me, step this way.'

I went to pass him through the door and, as he caught the smell of my perfume, he reached out, turned my head to his and kissed me hard. I pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. 'Wanna fuck?' I whispered.

He pushed me into the room, almost pushing me off my 6 inch heels. He pinned me up against the wall, letting the door slam behind him. Pressing himself into me, grinding his groin against mine, his strong hands took my arms and lifted them above my head, holding them tight against the wall.

I was breathless at his strength, and the pressure he was using to push me into the wall. He kissed me hard, roughly forcing his tongue into my mouth, spreading my lips and teeth, searching for my tongue to suck on. Almost crushing me with his weight he held my hands tight above me and with his free hand he started pulling at my bra, roughly pushing the cups aside to reach my now very erect nipples.

I could feel his hard cock, straining in the confines of his trousers, grinding against me. His hands ripping at the fabric covering my huge tits. Pulling hard on my nipples he made me yelp, but with pleasure more than pain. He freed both tits without removing my bra, they were pushed up and together by the wires cupping them, he could suck hard on both nipples at once while he still held my arms above me. He bit and sucked them, making me moan and struggle against his hand, pinning me to the wall.

His free hand was now pulling my panties to one side. He slid his finger between my lips to feel how wet I was. When he realised I was soaking from his rough treatment he pulled back, looked into my eyes and smiled. He knew I would be wet from it, he knew me too well.

He increased the pressure on my arms, kissed me harder, and roughly pushed his fingers deep into me. More juices began to flow, his hand was soaked. He pulled it out and licked a finger, then smeared the rest of my juice all over my lips and face, smudging what was left of my lipstick. He kissed me again, forcing his fingers into my mouth along with his tongue. He pulled back while I was sucking hungrily on him said 'Dirty bitch'. I smiled, continued to suck on them and bit one of his fingers.

He sharply withdrew his hand from my mouth and pushed it, even harder this time, into my pussy. Pulling one of my nipples into his mouth, he bit hard, making me cry out and struggle against him.

'Thought you wanted to fuck' he said, a wicked grin spreading across his gorgeous face. 'Make me' I snapped. He laughed at me and in one move he had me bent over his desk, my hands pinned down with one arm. He kicked my legs apart, ripped my panties from me, and thrust his fingers deep inside me, making me gasp with the strength in his muscle bound body.

He released my hands and I tried to turn round, in a faux attempt to stop him finger fucking me, even though I was loving every minute of it. He spanked me hard on the arse with his free hand. He pushed me down into his desk, leaned over and, close to my ear, as close as he could get, he whispered 'Don't move slut'. I grinned and stayed exactly where I was.

With his fingers deep in my dripping wet pussy he pulled his cock free from his now very wet trousers. I had felt how hard it had been and when he released it he moaned in pleasure. He quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing, bulging cock. Not gently, but in one swift thrust he was in me. My wet pussy closed around him, pulling him in deeper.

He scooped up my hair and pulled my head back to meet his, my tits were dangling free, just rubbing the desk with my nipples. He leaned into my ear again, while he was buried ball deep in me. 'Want it hard slut?' he asked. I nodded. 'Tell me' he snapped. 'Fuck me hard' I whispered, finding it hard to speak because I was breathless with excitement.

His hand landed on my arse cheek again, shocking me with the speed, the sound and the severity of it.

'Not good enough' he said sharply. 'I want to hear you beg for it, beg for my hard cock.' I strained to turn to look at him but he pushed my head down onto the desk again. 'BEG' he shouted. So I did as I was told, because it was exactly what I had gone there for. I started to beg. 'Fuck me, please fuck me hard, I want your hard cock slamming into my pussy, I need to be fucked cos I'm your dirty slut'. I could hardly get my words out of my mouth, I was so excited, but they came easily to my mind, I wanted it so much.

He reached round and started rubbing my clit, harder and harder till it was almost painful. My pussy was contracting around his cock, held deep inside me. The pain turned to pleasure as my orgasm started to build.

'Do you want it?' he whispered. 'Yes, oh god yes, I do' I gasped.

He pulled back and slammed into me, over and over, one hand rubbing my clit, one hand spanking me. He called me his dirty bitch, while he told me how much he loved fucking me and how he wanted to empty his balls all over my face. His dirty talk got me closer to my orgasm, I couldn't wait to cum hard on his cock.

He pushed my head into the desk, trying to silence my moans so the shop next door didn't hear me. I couldn't help myself, I was so close to cumming and he knew that.

While he was still fucking me hard, filling every inch of me with his gorgeous cock, he pushed two fingers into my tight, puckered hole, just as I was cumming hard. He rode me while I bucked against him, waves of pleasure coursing through me. He held tight onto his position, slamming into my twitching cunt.

I was still shaking from my orgasm when, in one swift movement, he pulled out, turned me round and pushed me to my knees. With one final stroke of his hand his hot creamy spunk shot out of him, all over my face, onto my tongue, in my mouth, over my hair, even landing on the desk behind me.

He roughly s
meared the cum all over my face, pushing it into my mouth with his fingers while I looked up at him. He leaned down, cock still in hand, and kissed me, tasting himself on me, swirling his tongue around my mouth. Looking deep into my eyes, I thought he was about to say something romantic and sensitive, then he whispered 'Lick me clean dirty girl'. I smiled.

I happily took him in my mouth and sucked every last drop from him. Lapping at him till every trace of his cum and my cunt juice had gone. He put his cock away, kissed me hard again and said 'Same time tomorrow?'