[Part ‘something’ of some recollections forming a sort of series, based back in the late 90s.
For anyone trying to keep up: I’m Marco, and in stories so far I’ve been intimate with three of my female colleagues; Mindy on her own, Mindy and Julie at the same time, and most recently and surprisingly Inga, our 30-or-so, tall, blonde Norwegian. I’m still not really sure how this came about (other than a willingness to go with the flow) and if it sounds like it could become complicated, you’re not wrong.
It’s occurred to me that the last time Inga appeared before the previous story, I was intimidated by her but in that story I was suddenly happy to be (lightly) dominating her, which doesn’t really follow. Sometimes there are conversations between people – or about them – that aren’t part of “a story”. I do try and make them flow, but that’s how it goes.
Let’s continue. This one’s quite long, again. Feedback always welcome.]
Inga and I weren’t planned to be working together for some time. About two weeks later however, we were both on for what promised to be a busy night shift with a large wedding party in the hotel.
Sadly it was so busy that apart from a brief moment where I helped Inga change a barrel in the beer cellar – a process involving her lifting her skirt and bending over to reveal she was not wearing underwear, and me running my finger along her silky smooth pussy lips – we hardly paused for hours. Finally, the last guests made their way up to their rooms, we closed the bar and started getting the breakfast set up.
“Inga, thank you for the help tonight. I’ll give you a lift home.”
During the drive, Inga sat in my passenger seat, her hands gradually edging her skirt upwards, revealing the pale skin of her thighs. Despite concentrating on the road I could feel my cock swelling in my trousers and I was glad it was only ten minutes before we arrived at her flat.
“Thank you for the lift. Come in for a coffee?”
“I would like that.”
Following her up the stairs, I watched her slim hips swaying in front of me, wondering if this was actually just for coffee. I didn’t have to wait long to find out: as she ushered me into her flat, I had a couple of seconds to take in some tasteful soft furnishings before I heard the front door click shut behind us, shoes being kicked off and her voice softly saying my name.
“Marco.” I turned around.
Inga was standing with a finger on her lips, her brown eyes were wide and held my gaze as she slowly unbuttoned the light blue shirt of her uniform, slipping it down her arms and dropping it behind her, revealing a white lace bra. A moment later, the bra dropped to the floor, and after a pause her navy blue pencil skirt also. Naked in the pale morning light, her body was smooth and toned, slim enough for her ribs and hips to be slightly visible. Her nipples, light pink and surrounded by small smooth areolae, barely cast a shadow on her A-cup breasts. Lastly her pussy, a smooth ‘innie’ with her inner lips hidden, nestled between her slim pale thighs and glistened slightly.
After a few seconds drinking her in, I broke the silence. “You look amazing, Inga.”
“Thank you. I like to be naked at home. No one can see in, will you join me?”
The room was warm and sunlight was streaming through a floor to ceiling window. She watched me as I undressed, and as I lowered my boxers she closed the gap between us and wrapped her hand around my cock, growing but not yet fully erect, but as she slowly slid her fingers up and down its length it grew quickly. Pulling herself against my chest, she whispered in my ear.
”I always shower after work.“
The bathroom featured a large walk in shower, the wide disc of the head soon raining warm water down on both of us. Inga picked up a red bottle and spread strawberry-smelling gel over my chest and hers, sliding her body against mine, her hands running the bubbles along my arms and back, and down to my cock, briefly pumping my shaft as she laughed and then turned around, her small tight arse facing me. I returned the favour, my fingers coating her in bubbles, exploring her body, one hand circling a nipple before moving down between her legs as I held her waist with the other. My cock fitted neatly between her legs and I gently slid it against her pussy lips.
Sighing, she pulled away. “Be patient.” She rinsed us both off before shutting off the water and picking up a fluffy towel with which she patted herself dry and then me, before leading me out of the bathroom. In the small kitchen area she put a kettle on to boil and spun around, her long blonde hair following her in the sunlight.
“Now, Marco… in my flat, I am in charge.”
“But…”
“Yes, sometimes I like to be controlled. But here is my space, I have what I want. Is that OK?”
“Of course, Inga.”
“Don’t look so worried.” She stepped over to me and lightly kissed me on the lips: I suddenly realised it was the first time we’d actually kissed. My hands fell to her waist as the kiss lingered, until we were interrupted by the kettle boiling and she pulled away. While she made up the coffee facing away from me, I watched the light on her back, and by the time she turned back I was slowly stroking my fully erect cock.
“Marco. Hands away.” I complied, reluctantly. “That cock is mine until you leave here today, understood?”
“Yes, Inga.”
“Yes, *Miss* Inga.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Inga.”
Inga handed me a mug of coffee. “I want to go and sit outside. Come on.” Opening a panel of the large window, she stepped out onto a small terrace. The shape of the roof meant that we were hidden from other properties and from below, but open to the sky. The morning air was cool and fresh in spite of the sun as we sat on a bench and sipped our drinks.
“Marco, the night when you stayed with the other girls in their hotel room, did anything happen?”
“I think that’s private…”
Inga put down her mug and shifted closer, a fingernail scratching lightly across my chest. “You can tell me. Did you fuck either of them? Mindy is very pretty.”
“She is pretty. But I won’t say.”
Inga’s hand went lower and her nail slowly traced along the length of my cock, causing me to jump. “OK.” She laughed. “I’m glad you can keep secrets.”
“Of course.”
“And what did you think when you saw me in the office the other night? You liked seeing this body?” She jumped up, twirling around, her arms in the air.
I nodded. Watching her, my cock was expanding slowly, and instinctively my hand moved towards it. Inga raised an eyebrow and I stopped.
“Did you want to fuck me?”
“Of course I want to fuck you, Miss Inga.”
“Good. But I decide what we are doing. Put your hands on the bench.”
As I obeyed, she threw a sheepskin rug on the floor of the terrace. “Keep your hands behind your back. Kneel.”
I slid down to the floor, looking up at her, waiting. Inga stepped towards me, putting a foot up on the bench, sliding two fingers in a v-shape either side of her pussy and spreading it in front of my face, beads of her wetness sparkling in the daylight. “Do you know what to do with this?”
“I will do my best, Miss Inga.”
“Do your best. Then maybe you can fuck me.”
I leaned towards her and with my outstretched tongue, explored the neat folds of her pussy. Starting at the lower end, exploring her labia and progressively working my way up to her shining red clitoris, dipping my tongue between her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices. She was incredibly wet; I remembered touching her for the first time in the club. Was she this wet all the time? I focused more intently on her clitoris, making circles around it with my tongue and occasionally blowing air across it. She shivered, her knees slightly giving way.
“Ooohh, ok, you do your best indeed.” Still standing, she turned away. Bending over and presenting her opened pussy to my face, she rubbed herself against my nose and face, coating me in her wetness. “Is my pussy wet enough for you?
Even without touching, my cock was rigid and sticking out, the fresh breeze cooling my balls. “Miss Inga, your pussy is amazing. I would love to know what it feels like on my cock.”
“Oh, you would. I know you would.” She squatted down above me as I knelt on the floor, rubbing her pussy along the side of my shaft, teasing me. “I would also like to know how this fat cock feels inside. But you have not satisfied me yet. Lie down. Hands behind your head.”
Quickly I obeyed, lying on my back on the rug. Inga supported herself on my chest and lowered herself over my face, her clitoris hovering above my nose as she started rocking, grinding against my face. “Carry on what you were doing. If you make me come, maybe I let you fuck me then.”
I continued, working harder than before, her juices flowing more readily as she became increasingly aroused. She played with her small nipples above me, adding to her moans which encouraged me to increase my efforts until before long her legs began to shudder, cooing a quiet orgasm above me.
Gasping for air as she leaned back, I looked up at her.
“Miss Inga, thank you for letting me taste your pussy. I need to come now, will you fuck me?”
“Maybe. Perhaps I make you wait a little.”
I groaned as she got up and then kneeled over my face again in a 69 position, her pussy hovering once more over my face, teasing me, still slightly strawberry scented from our shower. A moment later, I felt a fingernail scratch the side of my already stiff cock making my balls tighten more than the breeze already had.
“Miss Inga… please…”
As I spoke, her warm mouth surrounded my cock head and I felt her tongue swirl around it. My legs twitched involuntarily as she began to work her way down, holding my shaven balls in one hand and pulling gently.
“Miss Inga… I…”
There was no reply other than a slight gag as she took my full length into her mouth. I felt her take a deep breath and swallow my shaft again, then again, fucking her own mouth with my saliva covered cock.
“Please, Miss Inga…” I gasped.
Without removing my cock from her mouth, Inga shifted back towards my face, her clitoris against my lips, and I sucked gently on it looking at the wetness still flowing from her pussy and her tight arse above me. Seconds later my orgasm arrived, big ropes of my cum shooting into her mouth which she swallowed, humming in satisfaction, followed by a second orgasm that seemed to take her by surprise as her slim frame collapsed on top of me.
Once we had our breath back, we pulled a blanket off a chair and lay under it for a while on the floor of the terrace, looking up at the sky, dozing slightly after our long night shift, our hands smoothly stroking over one another’s bodies.
“Marco… I still want that fat cock inside me.”
“Of course, Miss Inga.”
“My pussy is still wet. It is always wet.” She touched my lips with a finger that had clearly been in her pussy a second before, then started stroking my semi-hard cock once more. “Are you ready to fuck me?”
“How would you like my cock, Miss Inga? It’s all yours.”
In response, Inga rolled over and stood up. Pulling me upright, she turned and placed her hands on the bench. “I want you to fuck me from behind. You can do what you like but do not come yet.”
I kneeled on the rug behind her. After running my tongue over her pussy lips to get another taste, I then stood and rubbed my cock head against them while placing my hands on her narrow hips. Gently, I slid inside. She was warm, of course, incredibly wet, and stretched to accommodate my fairly wide girth with a slight intake of breath. I could see her watching us in the reflection of the window.
“That’s good, Marco” she sighed. “Fuck me, now. Give me that fat cock.”
In return I started making long slow repeated strokes in and out of her, two or three seconds each time. The cool breeze around my balls was invigorating as I leaned forward, reaching around to flick her little nipples with my fingers. They were erect but still small, and clearly sensitive as Inga shivered slightly, still watching me intently.
“Oooh, good. Keep fucking me. Feel how wet my pussy is.”
After a few minutes I raised the pace slightly, resting my hands on the pale skin of her back and sliding down to her hips, spreading her arse so I could see myself impaling her smooth lips, pulling her towards me on each thrust so my balls swung against her each time. I fucked her hard but steadily, feeling the heat rising in her pussy and her juices running out, down both of our legs. My cock was as hard as it has ever been, reaching deeply into her, but after my earlier orgasm I was holding on well.
“Marco, that is enough. Lie down again.”
Reluctantly I pulled back and complied, whereupon she immediately sat herself down on my cock to its full depth with her hands on my shoulders. She began riding me hard, grinding against my pubic bone, her little tits above my face but just out of reach.
“Now, concentrate. I still want you to resist coming, Marco. But you are going to come, and when you do, fire your cum deep inside my soaking pussy. Don’t worry about a condom. I want to feel it. You are going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“I will, Miss Inga, but not yet.”
“You will not last long. I can feel how ready you are. You want to fill my pussy with your cum.”
“Your pussy is so wet, Miss Inga, I love feeling my cock inside it.”
“Then don’t come yet.” She ran a finger along my lips and continued grinding. “I can see it in your eyes. You are desperate to come now.” I realised I was holding my breath, feeling every moment of her vaginal walls gripping my rigid shaft. She shifted position, her chest laying against mine, raising her hips to slide up and down my cock, rubbing her own clit before whispering in my ear. “Come then Marco. Fill my cunt.”
Further resistance was futile. I pulled her hips down to plunge my cock deep inside as my orgasm arrived, cum not so much shooting inside her as erupting. After a few seconds, her busy fingers brought on her third orgasm above me.
We lay there for a while longer, the fresh air cooling our bodies, me stroking her back as my cock deflated inside her and then slipped out. She giggled, shifting up me as the creampie oozed out on my stomach.
“Now Marco, I think what we need now is another shower.”
“Yes, Miss Inga.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smbb1a/inga_the_switch_fm18