The crisp chill air of fall swirled around my sweat soaked tits as the ceiling fan whirred it’s whimsical song. My pussy was still throbbing trying to expel the load he rammed into me just a moment ago. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall like the crashing waves of the ocean surf. My pulse thundered throughout my body as I lay there exhausted and sore. The ache between my legs only intensifying as I realized he was not leaking out, but gushing out.
“Damn, how much did he cum,” I asked myself in a light whisper.
Rolling out of bed, I clutched the hand towel from the bed stand and glared at the clock. Bright piercing green numbers registered 11:52 p.m. on the digital clock. Hurriedly, I shuffled to the bathroom to push out his remaining cum and clean my sore flower. Crawling back into bed as delicately as I could, I snuggled up to the man I called my husband for 15 years. His flaccid and now shriveling cock lay to one side. My juice still coating his rod, I drank in the site of what I had done. I’ve always been sexual in nature, but he brought out the kinkiness I didn’t know I had. A little tingle of apology ran through my gut as I first imagined using my tongue to clean him up and the realization the poor guy had to be up in 4 hrs for work. But, the thought of his rock hard cock touching the back of my throat made my mouth wet and through my cum plastered pussy, I could feel my arousal leaking out. His thick head was perfect and allowed for a very nice ridge to tongue so the bolts of electric pleasure burned in his eyes. I loved that look when I had him in the back of my throat. Realizing what I was doing, I removed my fingers from my dripping pussy and tasted the mixture of cum and juice. The taste was orgasmic in itself and I shoved my hand back between my legs as I lightly rubbed my bud. Staring at his relaxed erection, a thought crossed my mind. I wanted to see another guy worship what I had for years. I wanted another man to take take him deep into his throat and swallow every drip of cum his balls would release. Lifting my head off the pillow, I crawled up to kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, “Babe, you awake?”
“Hungh,” he groggily replied. “A little”.
“I want to see another guy suck your soul through your cock and I want to see you drain your balls into the back of his throat and maybe if your okay with it, maybe you could suck him,” I seductively whispered
His eyes flicked open. A devilish smile crossed his face, “I thought you’d never ask,” he growled.
Author: Satyricon01
Adventures with the Beastie, Plus Two [FFMM]
Everything contained within is true, though names and places have been changed. My stories are for you pleasure and I hope you can live vicariously through me. This is part 2 of “Vacation with the Bestie, Plus One.” Please feel free to leave a comment and the final chapter will be here soon.
The temperature in the plane never felt perfect no matter the type or amount of clothes worn. Currently, the air blowing on my face felt sticky from the humidity and slightly above standard room temperature. Legs and knees bent awkwardly to accommodate the tight configuration of seats. Staring out the window, glimpses of the sex fueled vacation ran chaotically through my head as the heat from Karen radiated from beside me. The first night had only fueled the desire to have Mark and her at every waking moment and every conscious thought that appeared. Snapping back to reality gave way to a new thought. “What now?” Karen and I had never been intimate until now and with the experience in our past, does that lead to the normal life of what we had before as a great friendship or something more. Dreading the conversation that would be on the horizon, I slouched back in my seat and put my earbuds in ignoring the flight stewardess’s speech on safety vest and emergency exits. The flight ran an estimated six hours and left to my own mind’s demise, I wanted nothing more than to sit back and fall asleep. Sleep that came pleasantly fast and comforting.
Vacation with the Bestie Plus One [MFF] [Oral]
Karen’s love for spontaneity never fully left as she aged. Her and I have been friends since the 1st grade and it was like she was my other half. We both grew up in a rather to-do family, so to speak, and we both enjoyed everything that life threw at us. We eventually graduated top of our class in 2004 and spent the last ten years working on our degrees, Psychology for myself and Law for her. College was simple enough for two budding misfits. Sure, we went to parties and even with a shared apartment we rented together we still had time for ourselves and for dick when the time became available. We were like every other college kid at that time. Alcohol and sex were common even if it was casual and tame to most standards. Luck or fate may have had a hand in our ability to miss out on getting into serious trouble, though there were times where both of us could have potentially ruined any opportunity we would have later in life. Once residency for myself hit and she was working on hitting the bar exam, things seemed to go quiet as we were both highly focused on our pursuit for a degree and landing our dream jobs.
Coming with HR [MFF] [Oral]
Rumors started spreading around the office like wildfire since Jan, Human Resources Manager, was fired without any inclination nor knowledge she had done anything to warrant such an action. The news came down from Greg, the Vice President, in an email that was sent in a matter of hours after his meeting with Jan and the director. She had come out of the meeting with her mascara running down her face and hurriedly slammed the door behind her as she entered her office. Approximately an hour later, security showed up to escort Jan out of the building with her box of belongings nestled carefully under her arm. The hushed conversations erupted as everyone, including myself, tried to discern from the email and rumor mill, what exactly happened. No one seemed to have any idea and the rumors were bogus and creative to say the least. It’s not every day, an HR manager, is fired on the spot without a shred of knowledge of wrong doing had occurred. The company was quite well off and so downsizing couldn’t have been the trigger for the firing. Curiosity overwhelmed the office that day and nothing seemed to get done. The life in an office environment could be taxing at times, but the drama that is prevalent, keeps the job interesting.
The Nightcap Pt. 3 to The Meeting [M][F]
The look on his face said it all. He knew or sensed something was off the second I got into the car.
“Did you have a good night’s rest,” he stated through a smirk
“Actually, I slept like a rock. Travelling wears me out it seems,” playing it cool the best I could. “How was your evening?”
“Very well actually, thank you for asking. I went to the bar for a nightcap as I, myself, were rather exhausted from the trip. I recommend the martini bar as it’s one of the better ones I’ve had as of late. I found myself droopy eyed not long after and proceeded to go to bed. Around 3:30 A.M. this morning I was startled awake by a commotion in the adjoining room. Seems the walls are rather thin and by the sounds of it, the person enjoyed themselves last night,” his tone flat and powerful.
He knew, is the only thing that ran through my head. He had heard me, but could it be? Was his room right next to mine? I couldn’t remember as I checked in and proceeded to the room before he even started the check in process. This couldn’t be, it just couldn’t.
The Woes of Travelling – Pt. 2 of The Meeting [F][M][Self][Mast][Oral]
Travelling seems to be my nemesis the older I become. The flight from Houston to Seattle leaves nothing in the tank for the rest of the day it seems. Five hours crunched up like sardines in a tin can eagerly awaiting your destination. Only to shamble off the plane just for the instant satisfaction of stretching your legs. Once you finally stretch out, it’s back into a car for another three hours to reach your final destination. Irritable from the lack of sleep and eight hours worth of travel, I wanted nothing more then to flop on that hotel mattress for the rest of the evening and curl up with a book. Only one slight problem to all of that. If Adonis were to walk amongst us during this time, his name would be Brad.
The Meeting [F][M][Oral]
Thursday meetings remind me of the monotonous hum of the offices Keurig. The slow whirl of the water heating right before the almost predictable flow of dark brown caffeinated water comes pouring out. A matter of life for all of five seconds only to come crashing down as k-cup after k-cup get dispensed into the trash and the majority of it’s time is left with silence. Just like my current living situation. One boyfriend after another slowly dispensed into the revolving cycle of the desperate companion pool. Days like today sitting here listening to the CFO spout off numbers and figures for the projected first quarter are about as interesting as the flavors of that machine offered. Dark Roast, inviting, strong and gives you a sense of the ability to accomplish something worth undertaking. Morning Breakfast, the warm sun licking at your skin, just enough to put you on your A game for the day. Both rather unappetizing in the current atmosphere with a monotone voice slowly rambling about how our projected outcome doesn’t look sharp due to contracts being down over the holiday season. If they would just consider the expansion of Polymer Industries advance robotics division maybe they could see the potential of hitting it big. All of which falls on deaf ears as Mike, the CFO, thinks it’s just another fly by night restructure to free up some funds for the main business. Now Brad on the other hand is a whole different cup of coffee who could possibly be pursued to see the opportunity at hand. Never met an individual quite like Brad. Supposedly, he attended a private college somewhere upstate and obtained his master’s in business. What he really did, was exert all his time an effort into chiseling his physique that even Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man would need more work. In my current state of affairs, it would be rather inappropriate to dwell to long on how his cheek bones cut sharp lines out of his face or how through his tailored shirt his forearms bulge at the seams from what must be hours spent at the gym each day. How his perfectly pleated slacks bunch up at his crotch reveling ever so slightly the outline of his…..