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Rachel and Marcia: A Hot Threesome – Part 4

“You want two cocks, honey?” I said. I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going, but Marcia muttered a noise of approval as she continued to suck me. I looked back at Rachel, who was now fingering Marcia.

“I know what she needs…you want me to go get a friend, Marcia?” Rachel said. Again Marcia made an approving sound as she worked over my unit. Rachel got up and Marcia turned over to get on all fours. She took my cock back into her mouth.

Rachel walked around to the side of the bed where I was. She got behind me and whispered in my ear. “You’re in for a treat tonight baby…”

“You wanna watch me get fucked?” Marcia said. This was the first thing the normally talkative Marcia said in several minutes. I looked over to see Rachel going though one of her dresser drawers. Eventually she pulled out a strap-on and held it up for me to see while smiling.

“Holy fuck!” I said. Rachel laughed as she walked around to the other side of the bed. Marcia went back to sucking my cock. I stared in amazement as Rachel strapped the giant, black dildo around her waist just above her pussy. This was something entirely new for me. Read more »

Rachel and Marcia: A Hot Threesome – Part 3

“So, when was the last time you had a hot threesome Paul?” Rachel asked. I laughed and told them it hasn’t been as long as they would think. First I told them the last time I was with two girls was a couple of years ago in college, but I went on to explain that we’d been involved with a married couple for a few weeks now and that they happened to be out of town for a couple of weeks.

Rachel seemed to get really hot and started asking a lot of questions about Mike and Chrissy. I told them pretty much the whole story, including the foursome we had.

“Sounds like this Chrissy’s a lucky girl, getting two cocks to play with on a regular basis.” Rachel laughed. “I bet Mike’s got a great cock.”

“I’m really not into analyzing another guy’s cock,” I said, “but I know Chrissy always has a good time with it. What about you? I can’t believe we’re the first couple you’ve ever done this with.” Read more »

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated – Part 4

“But now it’s my turn.”

Marcia strode firmly around the table and grasped Paul’s shoulders. She pressed her massive breasts into his back and whispered into his ear.

“Time to finish it, stud.”

Chrissy was disappointed that her climax had not made Paul cum. And she felt disappointment and emptiness as he extracted his cock from her cunt, its length now smeared with her cream. She turned to get her first look at it and almost died. “Oh my! I had that in me?”

It was about the scale she’d imagined. But her fingers hadn’t done it justice. She slid off the desk and dropped to her knees, her face level with his huge organ. She took it gingerly in her hands and grinned.

“If I’d seen it, I’d never have let you put it in me.” “I know,” said Paul with a cocky grin. She kissed the head and Paul moaned, a spurt of precum slipping out and between Chrissy’s lips. But before it could go any further, Marcia pulled him away.

“No. You’ve done enough with her. In me. Now.” Read more »

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated – Part 3

“I have something else in mind,” she said.

Without another word, she put her bra over Chrissy’s eyes. The girl resisted for a moment but a quick kiss from Marcia quelled her.

“Just trust me, my darling,” she said.
She tied the bra straps behind Chrissy’s head.

“Come over here,” she commanded. Chrissy heard Paul shuffle over. “Now, take those things off.”

The sound of his boxers hitting the floor. Chrissy’s pussy clenched as she realized that she was now naked with him. She could easily have peered around the bra, even with the massive cups needed to contain Marcia’s tits. But she declined, letting the suspense build.

“It is amazing,” Marcia said. “I’m stroking it now. You have no idea what you’re in for — my naughty little voyeur.”

A shuffling step as she led him by his prick. Chrissy could smell him close as the head of his prick bobbed only an inch from her lips.

“Now you can touch it.” Chrissy reached up. At first, she thought she’d grabbed Mrs. Kelly’s arm. But a grunt from Paul let her know she’d found her target. Read more »

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated – Part 2 [long] [office]

“I’m guessing you enjoyed listening to us?”

Chrissy froze, her hand on the mouse. Her face instantly turned bright red. She thought she might faint. The room spun. She was afraid to turn. She wasn’t even sure whether the voice was male or female — Paul or Marcia.

But then a strong hand — a man’s hand — gripped her shoulder and slowly turned her chair around. She found herself facing Paul’s grinning face. She lowered her violently blushing face — only for her gaze to catch on his crotch — and the substantial bulge she could see forming in it. She covered her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted.

Paul gently took her hands in his and pulled them away from her face. He waited until she turned her hot face up to him, tears now beginning to leak from her eyes. “Did you enjoy listening to it?” he said with a grin.

She crossed her legs, but couldn’t break the gaze of his green eyes. “Well?” She cast her head down. Read more »

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated – Part 1

This was the part of the job Chrissy hated.

She supposed she couldn’t expect much better. In fact, considering that we just a volunteer working on the representative’s campaign, she should consider herself privileged that she wasn’t out on sign-planting duty. But still, could there be a more boring job than this? The campaign headquarters for the southwestern part of the state had been given a toy by a contributor. It was the latest and greatest in computer dictation technology. In principle, someone would just speak into a headset and the computer would transcribe what they said. And the chairwoman loved to dictate. Minutes of meetings. New ideas for strategies. She seemed to think that every though in her head was worth committing to silicon. But like most computer dictation, the thing didn’t work perfectly. It worked well but would occasionally come up with embarrassing spelling. Worse, Mrs. Kelly had a tendency to talk on the phone and forget to turn the dictation off.

Fortunately for her, but unfortunately for Chrissy, the computer recorded a long audio file of the transcript. So it was Chrissy’s job to read through the transcript, correct any word choice errors and edit the grammar, remove any extraneous conversation that had wondered in while the dictation was on. And to listen to the audio file whenever the computer seemed confused about a word. Read more »

The Deli Girl [MF]

He noticed her every day. Okay, so it was every working day, and what he noticed most was her ass, but Fliss wasn’t hard to notice. She had a sweet and inviting smile that held a promise he never expected to find himself next to.

Matt was sure he was only a “ham, turkey and Swiss on French” to Fliss. Every day he wondered into the deli, ordered his sandwich and watched as she turned away to the counter and made it while he watched her wonderful rear, straining her Levis with the white strings of her apron ties around her slender waist. It was a lovely thought, just before lunch, to walk up behind her, grab her pelvis and press up against her ass. Not that the rest of Fliss was too shabby either. Beneath the white apron it looked like she had a nice figure and her face was instantly noticeable; bright blue eyes, shining teeth and wonderful, flowing shoulder-length black hair. When she smiled and handed Matt his sandwich each day, Matt melted. But she was just the “deli girl”, no way could he ask her out, no way in the bustling lunchtime rush would he get to talk with her, find out if there was anyone in her life, or in her bed. Read more »

Car Show [not OC] [searching for sequel]

This was posted by another on another platform several years ago…if anyone knows author or if they posted a follow-up I’d love to know.

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“I think she’s watching me play with your penis” Zoe, my wife remarked, motioning to the car next to us at the lights. I tried to steal a glance without letting on that we’d seen. Wouldn’t want to scare her if that was the case. The woman in the SUV was well above our seating position in the Mini Cooper. She could easily see everything. Everything, on this occasion, being Zoe rubbing and squeezing my bulging cock through my shorts. A bulge made even more obvious by the fact that I hadn’t put on any underwear, as we’d just left the beach and it was easier to change without bothering with undies first. Read more »