Every day starts off the same for me. I wake up board and hard. I roll out of bed to make my way to the shower, passing my wife, I reach out for a grope, which usually ends with a dirty look. After my morning rituals and a quick kiss goodbye I head off to work. The next stop is the corporate café. Here I can get my morning coffee and oatmeal before the day begins. I am sure I can save a few bucks by bringing them from home, but I like to joke around with the café manager.
Linda is not what I would normally hit on, or even look at, when it comes to women. She is shorter, has the typical mid-thirties mom belly and a flat ass. I can’t even say that she has an above average face, because she doesn’t. I guess the only thing that does make me enjoy the morning comradery is her personality and possibly her bigger chest.
Linda and I normally chat about the types of d-bags that work in the building and what we are doing this weekend with or families. We have even become Facebook friends. Recently though, she has been bringing up her ex-husband more and more. It is sort of like she wants to get the point across that she is single. These types of conversations are ended with a “thank you for listening” and an awkward side hug. I am getting used to them, and in some cases enjoying them, when she presses one of her breasts into my arm.
Today was no different from the rest, besides it being Good Friday. Wake up, hard-on, boob grab attempt, drive in (which was great from the lack of traffic), and coffee. Linda was the only one in the café today, because of the semi-holiday, and she was dressed a bit more lax. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a fashionable tee shirt of some sort that looked a bit nicer than the ordinary fruit of the loom variety, and rubber kitchen gloves. We chatted for a bit before I went to my desk and started to check my morning emails.
As I was engrossed reading a purchase order I received, I reached for my coffee and tipped it over, spilling a bit down the front of me. I was a bit pissed about the possible stain, but more so from the loss of caffeine. I got up from my desk and made my way to the café. I found it sort of creepy that the office was virtually dead; most people took off for the long Easter weekend. I walked into the little café expecting to see Linda, but she was nowhere in sight.
“Hey Linda” I announced myself as I walked towards the coffee maker. “Hey honey” was her response from the backroom kitchen area. “I had a little bit of an accident with my coffee” I said as I made my way around the counter to show her. The stain wasn’t that big, just a tiny spot towards the bottom of my shirt, and a more noticeable one on my pants, of course right on my crotch. She laughed for a good two full minutes at my expense before I told her “alright, alright, get it all out of your system” as I felt my face blushing a bit.
“It looks like you might not have made it to the bathroom in time sugar” she quipped. “Oh, we can’t have you walking around like that all day” she said as she pulled a bottle of soap and a dish rag off the shelf near the sink. “Come over here and let’s see if this industrial soap can’t take that stain out” she said, still laughing a bit. I made my way into the kitchen area, feeling sort of special because no one was allowed back there but the staff, to see if I couldn’t make myself a bit more respectable looking. She ran the rag under the facet, then put a bit of soap on the end, and before I could reach out for the rag to start cleaning my pants, Linda was on her knees in front of me wiping my crotch down!
I was speechless. All I could do is lean back against the stainless steel scrub sink and try not to get pushed over. I started to look down and noticed that her top was rather low cut today. I must have missed that when chatting this morning. I continued to stare, as Linda’s focus was the task at hand, scrubbing my pants. The more I looked, the more I could see down her shirt, her tits were bouncing in rhythm to her rubbing. My mind started to wander, imagining what her boobs looked like free from all clothing. Were they still perky and full, as I had hoped, or were they deflated and only had shape because of the bra restraining them? I then started to wonder what her nipples were like. That is when I realized that I was starting to grow an erection.
Linda continued to rub the spot, mere inches from my filling cock, and I started to panic a little. I twisted some, to try and hide myself, but there was no place to go. Linda reached up and grabbed the high part of my thigh to steady me, which sent bolts of pleasure straight through to my cock, and said “stop moving, I almost have it out.” Her voice trailed off at the end of the word out.
Her strokes slowed to a snails’ pace, and her mouth fell slightly agape. I didn’t know what to do. The awkward moment caused my nerves to spark, which increased the size of my rapidly growing hard-on. “Ummm, uh-huh” is the only thing that escaped her lips as her gaze was now fixed on the ridged penis spanning down my right pants leg. “I cannot apologize…” my voice started to crack and shake “…this isn’t what it seems.” Linda’s eyes never left my crotch. She responded with “I certainly hope that it is.” She ran her left hand, still wearing the rubber kitchen glove, up my right leg and began to trace the outline of my member. I was helpless, frozen where I stood. I’m not even sure I would have moved even if I could.
I moaned a little as she caressed my cock through my Dockers. She was using long strokes with the palm of her hand, sliding my cock in between her finger grooves. It felt so wonderful I didn’t want her to stop. She started to pick the pace up, just enough to distract me from her other hand that was unzipping my fly. Before I knew it my fly was down and her right hand, also rubber clad, was reaching in my pants.
She pulled my stiff boner out of the confining dress casual pants exposing it to the elements in the kitchen prep area. I felt liberated and free. I couldn’t help but think of the climatic part in The Shawshank Redemption when Andy Dufresne emerged triumphantly from the sewers and stood basking in the rain. My attention was quickly drawn to the stark contrast of her black rubber glove gripping my swollen Caucasian cock. Linda had picked up her stroke speed dramatically. I was squirming around from how good it felt. I gazed down her shirt at her bounce bosom and wondered how much longer I could hold out.
Just as I felt my seed starting to swell in my scrotum, she stopped suddenly. I snapped back into reality, looking at her almost like a sad puppy would look upon its masters eating a meal. Linda smirked at me from below; that’s when the gloves came off, literally. The sound of her rubber gloves snapping off the end of her hands resonated in my ears. My mind wandered again, briefly, to the last time I was at the doctor’s office for my yearly checkup.
Just as the memory of the doctor’s office was starting to become clear, Linda placed her warm hands back around my thick cock and began to stroke me again. It had a totally different feel without the rubber blockade between us. I, again, let out a light grunt. Linda looked up at me and smiled as if this is what she had been waiting for all this time.
I was really getting into this hand job when she decided to change it up again. I was half staring up at the ceiling when her strokes began to slow. I looked down just in time to see her mouth open and her tongue dart out flatly. As she began to rub the underside of my penis on her tongue, my hips instinctively started to thrust forward. Linda smiled again and said “you like that huh? I bet you want to just stuff your entire cock down my throat.” As a matter of fact she was right, that is exactly what I wanted to do right then. Before I could answer, Linda began to lick my shaft up and down, curling her tongue to try and incorporate the sides. I was in ecstasy. Her left hand supported my aching nut sack and her right was wrapped around the base of my cock, helping to guide it through her wet tongue bath.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, she sucked the purple throbbing head of my cock into her warm waiting mouth. Sparks flew, stars shot, fireworks exploded, I was officially having the best day of my life at work. What Linda may have lacked in looks, she made up with her oral skills and then some. She worked her way from the tip to half way down my shaft, which isn’t too bad considering I am a thick seven and a half inches. Her right hand was still grasping the base and the left continued minding the step children below, I never wanted this to end.
Another grunt, only louder, escaped my mouth. This must have inspired her to go deeper. Linda reached her left hand around to my right ass cheek and squeezed as she pulled me in closer to her face. The closer my body got to her, the deeper my enraged boner entered her wet mouth until I was fully engulfed. Linda’s nose was now buried in my neatly trimmed man bush and my eyes were rolled into the back of my head.
I gripped the steel sink behind me and continued thrusting, fucking Linda’s face like it was the last blowjob I would ever get. Grunting and sweating I reached my hand down, I wanted to feel her big tits. Linda kept her left hand on my ass, guiding me with each pump as to how deep she wanted me to go, and I felt my way in between her moist skin and the thin tee shirt material. Jackpot, I found my prize. I worked my way into the top of her bra and cupped a large handful of her supple breast. It was her moan that escaped now.
I felt myself gaining closer and closer to climax as I kneaded her tit flesh in my hand. She could sense I was close to, I am sure. My thrusting became more rapid and forceful. Then a new surprise developed. Linda slid her hand left hand from my ass and moved it to the front of me and gave a gentle push, almost to say, hey stop for a second. I was so very close to cumming, I didn’t want to and it was apparent as my hips continued to buck towards her hot mouth. Linda slid my rock hard cock out of her mouth, still holding the base with her right hand. I could see the massive amount of saliva that had ran down he front of my khaki turning the normally light brown to a very dark color.
I looked at her with a bewildered expression when she said “my pussy is so wet right now, I can’t take it. I need you deep inside me.” And with that Linda stood up and took my hand pulling me deeper into the kitchen area, out of sight from anyone else. We walked over to a stainless steel prep table behind some large ovens, that’s where she started to unbutton her jeans. My heart was racing. Normally I wouldn’t have ever considered cheating on my wife with someone that looked like Linda, but after that magnificent blowjob, I was in great need of release.
Linda had a more round figure than I traditionally would look for in a woman, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from cumming hard into her. She turned around and slid her jeans over her ample, yet still semi-flat, ass revealing a pair of black thong underwear. They were the next to follow. I positioned myself, pressing the head of my cock against her wet snatch. Just as I started to push my way in, she leaned forward, preventing any substantial entry.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked almost frantically. “No, I don’t use them anymore” I replied. This was true, because I was married and didn’t need to worry about STD’s or pregnancy, as my wife’s tubes were tied after our last child was born. “Shit” she responded. “I haven’t been on the pill for a few months now, because of the added cost” she explained. I was just about to give up hope on fucking her deeply from behind. I had only felt the tip against the entrance of her wet hole, but it was already amazing! I had never felt heat radiating off a woman’s pussy like that.
I could tell she was feeling disappointed also, when a moment of genius struck. I reached to the side of her and grabbed the box of rubber kitchen gloves that was sitting there. Linda’s eyes lit up as she smiled. I pulled one of the black gloves out of the box and immediately pushed my raging cock into like it was a virgins’ pussy. I was so horny by now the animal side of me began to emerge.
Once again, I lined my swollen cock up with her furnace of a pussy and pressed forward. This time is was not interrupted. The sensations were magical. Linda’s pussy was so hot and remarkably tight I could have sworn there was no rubber glove between us. I pushed my way deeper into her wet slit, enjoying the feeling of every inch stretching her wider. Linda moaned in pleasure as I held onto her full hips. I could not believe how good she felt inside. Once I was fully penetrated into her, I slowly started to slide back out. I leaned over her back and reached forward, sliding my hands under her and palming both her tits. She picked her chest up a bit and lifted her tee shirt up. I helped peel her bra forward exposing her solid C cup melons. As I had suspected, they were deflated a bit, but still enjoyable to grope.
I started to pick up my thrusting some; enjoying the motion of her swirling hips as I pumped in and out of her. On one of my back strokes, I got a tad overzealous and pulled out completely. I was shocked to see the rubber glove had been doing its’ job and held up. I had to admit, I was feeling a little devious. If Linda’s hot pussy felt this good with a rubber glove on, I wonder how much better it feels with nothing at all. I slid the faux black cock deep inside her again and began to think out a plan.
After another twenty seconds or so, I slid my cock out of her again on the back stroke. This time I pulled the material as tight as I could before reentering her waiting snatch. Damn these gloves are strong. I held my right hand around the base of my cock, stretching the rubber to the maximum. “Let’s try this again” I thought as I slipped my cock out again. This time I pulled it even tighter prior to pushing into Linda. She moaned as my cock penetrated her and I moaned as the rubber let go. Glorious is the only word that comes to mind.
I was fearful that Linda felt the rubber let go the same way I had, but I was to in the moment to think that much about it. It felt like I had dipped my dick into a tight lava cavern. I moaned and pushed as deep into her fat pussy as I could go, nearly pushing the table over. Linda panted and heaved on every thrust. Her breathing picked up even more before she whimpered “I’m cumming!” Looked down and saw she had her hand between her thick legs, fingering her wet clit.
Her pussy felt like it was vibrating and clamping down on my giant prick. I continued to pump her wet snatch as she moaned. I could feel the sperm making their way up my cock, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I pushed my dick as deep into her cunt as I could just as I erupted. My body went into spasm and my toes curled. I pushed and pumped for what felt like a lifetime as I filled Linda’s hot pussy full of my cum.
After the last few drops made their way out of my tip, which was still buried deep inside her, I reached forward, grabbing onto her tits for the last time. I slid my cock out of her and it was followed by a waterfall of white cum. The jizz formed a puddle beneath us and there was no mistaken the broken glove that was bunched up around the base of my prick.
“Oh no” Linda exclaimed “what are we going to do?” I couldn’t help but focus on her heaving tits as the sway in front of me. “Could you maybe look at my eyes for a second” she said. I apologized and thought for a second. “This is not a big deal” I stated. “I will just run down to the local pharmacy on my lunch break and get you a morning after pill, ok?” She looked at me for a second and agreed that would be fine. The next statement I said made her grin enthusiastically. “Then tonight how about you reorder your birth control pills and let me know how much I owe you, because I cannot wait to do this again.” Linda willing agreed to that also.
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