Author: freebooter_fickle

It had been a long day at the office, training new starters to the business, but it wasn’t their training that was now pre-occupying me. It was the ongoing training of our new organisational psychologist Lauren. I just wasn’t sure that it was sticking, self doubt wracked me as I stared vacantly at the screen on my workstation. It was late, and the office seemed largely empty. Perhaps I should just call it for the day.

“May I wipe down your desk?” I bolted upright, the voice over my shoulder catching me completely unaware.

“Jesus christ Lauren you scared the shit out of me!” I chuckled, turning in my chair to look at the sneak. She was standing there with a cleaning cloth in one hand and a bottle of spray in the other.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I’m just wiping down all the desks at the end of the day. You know, just to help with the thing. Do you mind?” And with that she stepped forward, leaning to spray the desk. Read more »

Maybe next time I’ll take what I want. The thought resonating like a prayer bell, causing me to become firm time and time again as it entered the front of my mind. When I woke up this morning I was hard and the sound of your moans where an echo in my memory and what I wanted was your plump pussy and longing for it I became angry.

In the pre dawn gloom to the gym I found myself heading, a prayer at the temple of iron would have do to my body and rampaging testosterone what I longed for from my flesh inside yours. Instead the heat within is stoked rather than quenched and a little phantom of feeling visits the palm of my hand and the firmness returns as the phantom is the heat and the sting from my hand striking your ass. My eyes roll in my head and stumbling and staggering I find an empty stall in the locker room. Read more »

When I arrived at your house I found the door ajar. I took my shoes off silently and walked into the hallway. I had planned on surprising you while your husband was at work. “Maybe I’ll find her in the kitchen,” I thought to myself as I peeked around corners. My heart was pounding in my chest. “If the old man is here,” I was thinking, “I am fucked!”

I reached down and rubbed my cock that was stirring under my trousers. The thrill of he hunt was making my heart bang against my ribs. I walked into the kitchen, which was also empty. “Hmm,” I thought as I peeked out of the window, “there she is!” A bare ass out in the garden peeked from under a sun dress as she was on her knees tending to something in the garden, obscured by a bush

The site of your ass is too much for me and I hurry as I peel my shirt off and kick my trousers off, my cock springing free. I slip out the kitchen door into the garden and sneak up to where you are working near the strawberries. I think to myself “ do I just slip my cock I or do I want to taste that tail first?” As I get closer I see the spade lying discarded in the grass, and your body is rocking rythmically! Read more »

She came in from the storm on a mission that couldn’t be stopped. The day had been long, the rain incessant, and we had been teasing her with text messages all day long. To be fair, we had been teasing her with pics of us sucking each other off on her couch. It wasn’t our fault that we had the day off and she didn’t.

The air conditioning was transforming the sultry outside air into a cool dry wonderland, which meant that within seconds of her walking through the door, her rain drenched clothes were heaped in a puddle in the hallway. We were dressed properly in bathrobes, but since it was rude not to join in we dropped them to the floor as we scooped her naked body into our arms and carried her to bed.

He started to make a joke about the storm and I started to ask how her day was, but before either of us could get out a word she had one cock in each hand and it was clear that talking wasn’t really all that important anyway. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her closer and the growl that left her lips was enough to know it was the right thing to do. Read more »

“Tonight?” The inquiry. Reflection, then an affirmation. Address followed. Thus the arrangement was renewed for a moment, and I found myself standing in the late evening in a suburban street with a light rain pattering upon the umbrella held above me.

“Ready.” Accompanied by a splash of cleavage, the message beckoned me to the front door and beyond. I entered, fumbling with the latch and cursing under my breath. Remember to breath.

You lounge before me now in a candlelit room. Expensively trussed and restrained by lingerie, you are a vision of erotic energy. I am instantly hard. Shrugging my jacket off, I close the gap between us with several strides before dropping to my knees to begin worship.

You grab my ear and give it a sharp twist before my mouth touches you. A reminder. It hurts for days afterwards. I begin with your toes, lightly kissing and sucking. My hands run up and down your shapely calves.

I roll you over so you are kneeling on the floor your ass high in the air. I swear I can feel heat emanating from your pussy, still girdled beneath the black straps. My restraint fails me and I hook a finger under the g-string pulling it aside. My tongue is in your ass in an instant. Read more »

“Fuck, I’d better not get arrested again,” I thought to myself as I walked down the footpath. I was very conscious of my footfalls in the cool evening air. The park that she’d directed me to was only another block along my way. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears now, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “She probably won’t even be there.”

“I must be fucking crazy,” I thought to myself as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I ran my hands up my thighs, marvelling at the sheen of the silky black thigh highs were held in place by a black lace garter belt. A thing landing slip directed my eyes down to my clit, already swollen with arousal by the thought of what I had ahead of me. I turned back to my bed and picked up the coat draped across the bedspread. Pulling it over my shoulders, I took one last look at my otherwise bare breasts and pussy. “Okay here we go,” I said aloud while buttoning the coat buttons, cinching the belt tight and knotting it. I turned to the door and walked out my front door. Read more »

“Fuck, I’d better not get arrested again,” I thought to myself as I walked down the footpath. I was very conscious of my footfalls in the cool evening air. The park that she’d directed me to was only another block along my way. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears now, so I slowed my pace and took some deep breaths. “Easy,” I thought to myself, “She probably won’t even be there.”

“I must be fucking crazy,” I thought to myself as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I ran my hands up my thighs, marvelling at the sheen of the silky black thigh highs were held in place by a black lace garter belt. A thing landing slip directed my eyes down to my clit, already swollen with arousal by the thought of what I had ahead of me. I turned back to my bed and picked up the coat draped across the bedspread. Pulling it over my shoulders, I took one last look at my otherwise bare breasts and pussy. “Okay here we go,” I said aloud while buttoning the coat buttons, cinching the belt tight and knotting it. I turned to the door and walked out my front door. Read more »