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The Pool

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

I have bene going out with a guy named Carl for the last few months and I really like him. we get on well, he’s funny, smart, polite considerate, sensitive and good in bed. And he has lots of really cool friends that I really like and get on really well with.

Last Saturday night Carl and I went to a party at some friends of his house.  They are a young couple about our age and pretty cool. There were eight of us there and they had a pool  and a spa and a really nice house. There was me and Carl, Eric and Marie, whose house it was, Roger and Debby, and Cheryl and Ross. Eight of us. Four couples. It was a pool party so we all wore swimmers and I was slim and taut so I wore my bikini and felt pretty good. we barbecued ribs by the pool and drank gallons of Californian wine. We were all pissed. It was so cool. They are all such bright, funny and interesting people.

After eating and drinking and talking and dancing for hours we all got in the spa together. It was fantastic. The warm turbulaent water, good company and a belly full of wine. I was feeling real mellow. Kinda horny but more mellow than horny. Debby took off her bikini top for some reason and waved it around over her head in circles. Then Cheryl did the same. Debby has small tits but nice and Cheryl’s tits were great. Big and round and firm and they glistened and jiggled about as she moved around in the spa. Then Eric waved his shorts around above his head like the girls and everyone was aughing hysterically.

Next thing everyone was waving bikini tops and bottoms and swiming shorts around and I realsied I was the only one stil wearing  a bikini. So I got naked too. Well, everyone else was.  I was sitting right beside Eric with Carl ont he other sideof me and Marie directly in front of me. Marie kept rubbing her foot on my stomach and my thighs. Just fooling around. Then she put ehr foot on my left tit and squashed it. Carl and Eric both turned to watch and laughed.

So there we were, four young, happy, cool couples, naked in the spa talking and drinking and laughing and so cool as if it was nothing being naked. I’d never been in quite this situation before but I was fine because everyone else was just so cool about it. And I was slim at the time and felt pretty good about my own body.

Then Marie stood up in the spa and she has a gorgeous body. She stood there letting everyone see her naked body, magnificent, with water running down her legs and her breasts and stomach glistening in the orange party lights. God, she looked hot. She yells out… “Last one in the pool’s a big fat loser” and she’s off and running to the pool. Then everyone is getting up and its just naked flesh everywhere I look, round breasts, firm asses, flat bellies, flaccid and erect cocks, white hairy asses, tanned, tight, male buttocks. It was so cool.

Then there are people diving, jumping and falling into the pool and Eric gets up on the diving board, stark naked, wet, cock half hard, and he runs and dives in and come up right in front of me and his cock rubs along my body as he come up to the surface. He laughs and I automatically pull away but smiling and laughing. We all splashed and dunked each other like teenagers, laughing and yelling and talking the whole time. I feel tits, hands, feet and various other naked body bits rub, poke, prod, bump and slide against my onw naked body.

The water is warm and wonderful. Everyone is so happy. I feel so free and liberated. It’s all so cool.

Then everyone gets a bit too excitable for me. I got dunked right under the water and got a mouthful of water and came up coughing and spluttering and nobody even noticed. So I just moved away a bit to watch from a safe distance.  They all kept carrying on like idiots, but cool idiots and I was happy to watch. I loved being naked in the water. I’ve always loved sknnydipping. It sort of turns me on but in a personal way.  Like I am turned on but not desperate for a fuck. Its a nice feeling.  I hate it when I get really turned on, desperate for a fuck and I can;t ahve one for whatever reason.

the thign I liek ebst about skinnydiping is swimming underwater. I glide through the water like some sexy goddam dolphin or something. Its like I can feel the water flowing over every part of my body. I love it. I swam around under the water, coming up for a breath when I had to for a while and then I came to the surface and found I was by my self. They ahd all gone back tot he spa and I could hear them alughing and yelling from the pool.

But then I saw Eric at the opposite end of the pool. He had just his head poking out of the water. Like a shark or something. He waved and smiled and I waved and smiled back and he disappeared under the water. i couldn’t see him at all. I wondered where he was. If he was swiming over to me. I let myself slide undr the water and I saw him. Swimming underwater and heading towards me. Eric is a redhead and he had reddish almost orange hair and a very light complexion. Pale white skin. But he’s in good shape.  

I was sort of floating there watching him and when he was about six feet in front of me, he gracefully, turned up and swam straight up to the surface. He was like a dolphin executing a 90 degree turn vertically. I saw his chest, then shock horror, hios fully erect cock, poking out, being pulled back and down by the force of the water and it pointed right at me for a moment. As if to say “You’re mine.”

I floated to the surface and saw Eric  was at the ladder holding on to it. I swam underwater to him and was standing side on to me, and  his cock was poking straight out. Like a big fat, thick, long underwater missile or something. I wasn’t surpised or shocked. Not really. Some of the guys had hard ons some didn’t. It didn’t really mean anything. Some guys get hard ons easier than others, that’s all.

I held on the the other side of the ladder and we floated there just smiling at each other not saying anythiing. I was thining how cool it was to be naked in a pool with a guy and no sexual pressure. I never felt pressured. I never even thought about the possibility of us fucking. God, there were sic people, including my boyfriend and Eric’s wifr no more than ten yards form us in the spa. They couldn’t see us in the pool where we were right up close but gee. hahaha.

Eric said. “Go under.” Teh first words he’d spoken to me since we got to the ladder. I smiled at him and just elt myself sink under the water, sort of pulling and pushing myself down using the ladder. Then Eric sank under the water and he went right down below me. When he first came under his face was level with my tits only inches away and he swam down flapping his arms out like a bird. His faced moved down from my tits, past my stomach and he hesitated at my cunt, then went down deeper. then he slowly came up pausing to look closely at my cunt and my tits ont he way up.

I felt a bit embaressed when we were face to face at the surface again but I said. “Your turn.” and he just smiled and  pushed himself under the water the same way I did. I did the same thign he did. I looked closely at his chest, so white with his neat little man niples and no hair on his chest. Then down until his cock was right in my face. it almsot brushed my lips as I swam in position under water just looking at it. it was big, hard and uncut. With the head just poking out about half way. His cock sprang out of a tangle of thick bright red pubic hair that matched his head. Then I went down deeper looking at his muscly thighs and then repeated my inspection on the way up only I was out fo breath. I must have spent a bit of tme looking at his cock.

We were both giggling quietly when we got to the surface. As if we were sharing a guilty secret, which I guess we were. Eric has the most lovely smile. His whole face lights up when he smiles.  And he was smiling at me.

He said. “Both together”

Amd we both let ourselves sink under the water. this time we were face to face and we were both moving our legs and arms swimming to prevent our bodies flaoting up and forcing ourselves under the water, deeper.

Then Eric put his feet together and let his legs float up under me and I instinctively opened my legs. I fel this hard cock poke my inner thigh up high, then rub against my cunt, and then his arms foled around me and I instiinctively put my arms around him and we began to float upward. we both flapped one arm to stay under, like we were one creature of the deep.

Then it was like he was almost lying down wiht me on top of him and I watche as he lowered his flapping arm and guided his cock into my cunt hole. It just happenned. It was all so quick and so natural. he was smiling at me underwater, looking me right int he eyes and he guided his cock into my cunt. I wasn’t even thinking. I think my body was on autopilot or something . His body felt all smooth and slippery like a seal when I touched him and his cock felt hard as it slid up into my cunt.

We were weightless under the water and I used my arms to force my body down onto his cock and he thrust his arms to drive his body up so his cock slid in and out of my cunt. We were fucking underwater. Weightless, holding our breaths, smiling, and fucking. I felt his strong hands on my tits, squeezing them, teasing my nipples with hsi fingertips, then he placed a hand under my ass and pushed his fingertips intot he crack of my ass pulling my body to him and forcing his cock deeper into my cunt with each stroke. My hands found his ass and I pulled him into me.  

We slowly floated to the surface, fucking as we slowly rose.  We couldn’t fuck and keep ourselves under the water and now we were concentrating more on fucking then staying underwater. When we got to the surface I had my legs locked loosely around Eric’s waist. We both held onto the ladder wiht one hand and we floated there supported by the ladder and slowly fucked.  Our bodies made little waves as we moved together. I felt water bunch up and flow over my tits. My niples were hard as little rocks and I felt the cold air on them each time my tits came out of the water.

I could hear the others laughing and splashing in the spa not 10 yards away and thought at any moment any one of them or all of them could come over and see us fucking. I didn’t care. All I could think about really was Eric’s cock moving slowly in and out fo my cunt. I wanted to fuck harder and faster but you just can’t in the water. The water slows you down. You thrust your hips and the water slows your thrust to a crawl. Eric pulled himself up by the ladder until most of our bodies were out of the water and to my horror yelled out.

“Hey Marie, bring me my drink willya?”

How could he do that with his cock in me?

To my immense relief she yelled back. “Get it yourself, you lazy bastard.” and laughed. Eric laughed too. If his face lit up when he smiled, it positively GLOWED when he laughed.

I puleld myself closer to him, hugging his back wiht my arms and wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.  I whispered right into hsi ear, my lips touching his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck my cunt.” and I poked my tongue deep into his ear.  It tasted awful. It always doe, but it drove him nuts. He started fucking me liek crazy with our bodies half in half out the water and I was worried at the noise the splashing made.

Then Eric grabbed my ass tight with both hands, his fingers digging deep into my buttocks and he shoved his cock deep inside my cunt. He came inside me. He groaned as he came and I fel the momentary warmth of his cum inside my cunt. Warm compared to the pool water.  I broke free and dived underwater to his cock and broguht my face up close to it. I could see a thin trail of cum oozing out of his cock and floating in the pool water, spiralling and spreading out.

I brought my mouth down on his cock and sucked it hard. Real hard. It felt so funny sucking a cock under the water. I had to keep my lips pressed really tight around it so I didn’t suck in a mouthful of pool water. His cock felt slippery and smooth and warm in my mouth, so warm. I sucked and sucked and felt a small spurt of cum ease into my mouth. Warm and salty, but just a spurt. I cupped his balls in one hand and gently squeezed as if to squeeze some more cum out of his cock. I reached around wiht my free hand and grabebd his ass, pulling him closer to me. His body slid forward and I felt his cock slide further into my mouth and down my throat.

My fingertips found his asshole and I slid my middle finger into hsi asshole. It felt tight yet slippery under the water and my finger went in tot he first knuckle without resistance. He wriggled his body as I wriggled my finger in his asshole, squeezed his balls and sucked his cock. I was so fucking horny. I wanted more cock. I wanted to finger fuck myself and rub my clit until I came. Then eh grabbed my hair and dragged me to the surface and as I came out of the water I heard him talking and saw Marie walking towards us, still anked, and glistening wet holding his drink. They were talking but I couldnt make out what they were saying.  Just shit about him being a lazy prick and not getting his owon drink.

I was so fucking horny. Marie leant over to give Eric his drink and her tits swung forward, round, heavy, brown tits with big, dark brown nipples. I wanted to reach up and darg her intot he pool and suck those big brown nipples hard, to lick her shaved cunt, to finger fuck her and to grind my unsatisfied and hungry cunt into her face. But of course you can’t do that sort of thing. Eric was chatting gaily to Marie  and to my dismay climbed up the ladder giving me a glimpse of darker red hair iin the crack of his ass.

He stood there chatitng to naked Marie and he said something and she laughed and grabbed his cock and pulled him towards her by his cock and kissed him on the lips, still holding his cock. I was horrified to realise I was rubbing my clit under the water. Not even aware I was doing it. But they weren’t looking.  Marie and eric were still kissing and she was rlling his cock in her hand, squeezing it and gently wnaking it and rolling it round and to my surpise I saw it starting to get hard again in her hand. She was laughing and talking quietly and I assumed she was talking dirty to him judging by the way his cock was reacting.

 Then they both walked away without a word to me leaving me alone in the pool. Feeling horny and unsatisfied. I watched Eric’s white ass and Maries’s finely sculpted brown ass walk away. I hung on to the ladder with my left hand, replaying in my mind my pool fuck with Eric, rubbing my clit violently wiht my right hand, up and down, round and round, imaginging his  pale naked body thrusting agaisnt me int he water and imagining his cock inside my cunt, my hand on his balls, my finger in his tight, white asshole. But I couldn’t cum. I hate it I absolutely ahte it when I get fucked and dont cum. I feel cheated in the worst possible way.

I went back to the spa but they were getting out and getting dressed and I had the feeling the aprty was over. I dried myself and slipped my dress over my bikini ready to go home. I felt cheated and a bit pissed off. As if eric had used me. I felt used. Carl and I got seperted in the crush as we all headed up the hallway to the door, all leaving together now, and Eric came out of nowhere and said goodnight and went to kiss me on the cheek. But instead he kissed me full ont he lips and drove his tongue deep into my mouth. I kissed him back sucking his tongue and he grabbed my tits and squeezed it so ahrd it hurt. Roger and Debby were behind us and Roger laughed and said “Hey settle down, get a room.” and they both laughed as if it was the best joke ever.

Carl and I were parked up the street a bit because their street is always jammed with cars and I got Carl to fuck me out there in the fucking roadway not giving a fuck if anyone saw us.  Carl knows when I am Super-horny and he can’t resist me when I am demanding a fuck. As soon as we got to the car I dropped ot my knees on the hard, rough ashphalt and took out his cock and sucked it like a demon. He made a half hearted protest and looked nervously up and down the stree tbut in two seconds he was gone. Totally mine. I suked and sucked until he was about to cum and the I bent over the bonnet of the car, lifted my dress up, pulled my bikini bottoms to one saide and said “Fuck me liek a madman.”

And he did. And I rubbed my clit like crazy as he fucked me for about two minutes and managed to cum just after he did. He rammed his cock deep inside me and maoned as he came and I reached around and grabebd his ass, holding him there, not letting him move, until I flet the first spasm of my orgasm wrack my body.

Ont he way home he told me it must have been all the naked bodies that got me so turned on and how it was such a cool fucking party.

Extreme Sexual Harassment

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

That’s what it was. I had to fuck a guy to keep my job. The irony is that it was such a shit job. I have a commerce degree and was simply “in between positions” – hahaha in a manner of speaking. I had quit my last job simply out of boredom with the rather optimistic view that I would get a better, more interesting job without any problem and without any delay. I was wrong. It took me several months to get another job in the admin field. What I failed to take into account was that most employers in my field take about a month to amke up their mind after interviews and often call you back in for another interview.

My rent was in danger of getting behind, bills were piling up and savings were dwindling alarmingly.  I was close to desperate.

I just happened to walk past a bar and saw a sign “Waitress Wanted”. So I thought I should be able to handle that.  So I wandered in full of confidence and was directed to the manager’s office. I never liked him from the start. His name was Roscoe and he LOOKED LIKE a Roscoe. I found out later that wasn’t even his real name. I mean what kind of idiot chooses a name like “Roscoe” ???

He was short, average looking, nice eyes, a friendly face but a furtive manner. Sneaky. The kind of guy you don’t trust on sight. Too smooth. Not smooth. No. Slick? Like a weasel though. That kinda slick.  His eyes went from my face to my tits, lingered there, then to my crutch and then back to my face. I felt his look. It was like having grubby fingers run over my body. But I thought I’m not going out with him just working for him. So I turned on my charm and got the job.

I had done waitresssing work before when I was at Uni so it was no drama for me. It was actually kinda nice not having my normal work hassles. Like meeting deadlines for reports and stuff. Yeah the first week was good. I had to fend off Roscoe’s advances several times a day but I thought I had that under control. I fended him off but let him think he did have a chance with me. My most artful fend. Yes so the first week was good.

Then Roscoe cornered me in the store room. It was a drak poorly lit, fairly small but not real small, room. About the sixe of a small bedroom. Shelves on all the walls and a row of shelves down the center. I had gone in there just as the lunchtime rush had finished to get some more serviettes for the tables. I had just picked them up and turned and there was Roscoe. In the storeroom. Door closed. Roscoe looking at me. Intently. Staring, his eyes moving ebtween my crutch and my tits. I dont know why he stared at my crutch. There was nothing there to see.

I said “Excuse me” and he said “Why ? Whatya do?” and laughed like it was the funniest joke ever. He was laughing but his eyes weren’t. His eyes looked cold and cruel. He woulda been in his late 20s I guess, not ugly, reasonably attractive in fact, but he was flawed. He looked furtive and sneaky.

Then he just stood there staring at me blocking my way. I said “Excuse me” again and moved to the side to try and get past him and he moved to block me and grabbed both my arms. Up high near my shoulder.

Roscoe: Do you like working here?
Me: Yeah its ok
Roscoe: You wanna keep working here?
Me: Yeah I guess. Why?
Roscoe: Well it all depends on me you know. How … happy I am with you.
Me: And aren’t you?
Roscoe: Well you could be nicer to me.

Now he was rubbing his knuckles up and down my upper arm. Slowly. Not looking me in the face. I was thinking Uh Oh I kn ow whats coming.

Me:  I am nice to you. I do my work
Roscoe: You could be nicer
Me: I don’t know what you mean.
Roscoe: Yes you do

Then he kissed me. Full on the lips and tried to shove his tongue into my mouth. I gritted my teeth together so NOTING coulda got into my mouth. I was thinking Oh no. Oh Yuk.  I thought I could just knee this loser int he nuts and walk out fo here. That was my first thought. Then I rememered my savings were now Zero. Rent was due and I was depending on my pay this week to cover that. So if I walked out I doubted i would get paid this week, definitely wouldnt get a full weeks pay and might never get paid for it. But if I didn’t get my pay this week my rent was behind. It was that simple.

His hands were all over my tits now, emboldened by my lack of protest. I was thinking furiously how ot get out of this without getting sacked. He hired me on the spot and I had no doubt he caould sack me on the spot too. I regretted fending him off so casually. I should have been more careful.

So I finally thought Fuck It. I really need this weeks pay. I’ll give him a hand job. So without a word I reached down, while he was still trying to get his tongue in my mouth, and was groping my tits, undid his fly, took out his cock, (already hard as a rock) and started jerking him off. I leaned forward forcing my breasts into his hands and pulled my mouth away form his and breatehd wetly into his ear. A long loud sigh.  He responded by moaning and thrusting his hips, fucking my hand. I was wanking him furiously and moaning wetly into his ear hoping he’d cum quickly.  Things were going well. I thought I could handle giving him a han job OK. No big deal there.

But then he said “Suck it” in a strangled voice. I ignored him and moved my mouth back on his, taking the much lesser of two disgusting evils, and shoved MY tongue into HIS mouth. His body stiffened and he started trembling and I thought he is going to cum any moment. He kissed me back and he shoved, poked and prodded his tongue around in my mouth. I thought he was really losing control now and I was in chareg of things.

The he suddenly grabbed both my upper arms and pushed me backwards and downwards, bearing down heavily on my shoulders, forcing me down onto my knees.  I had to kneel down or be pushed backwards and suddenly I was face to face with his cock. It shot past my face and rubbed against my ear and then the side of my neck disappearing into my hair as he shoved it at my face trying to shove it into my mouth.

I grabbed hold of his cock befor it poked me in the eye and started jerking him off again and he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I cupped his balls in one hand while I jerked him off.

He said “Suck it”.
I said “I don’t really …want to do this”

But he grabbed my hair and forced my head forward onto his cock. I braced my hands on his hips and looked up at him and said very clearly and forcefully.

“I don’t want to suck your cock. I’ll give you a hand job but that’s it”
He said: “You’ll do what I fuckin tell you or you walk out the door right now”
Me: You can’t do that.
Roscoe: I can. Theres plenty lining up to take your place. It’s up to you.

It’s funny while this is going on I was thinking how disgusting it was having his tongue was in my mouth and thinking how sucking a guys cock is a lot less personal than sucking his tongue. Shit tongue kissing seems more intimate than fucking. So I thought it’s not like its the first cock I ever sucked and I really needed this week’s pay check so I sucked his cock. I sucked it good too. When he last spoke he seemed totally different. Mean, hard, and cruel. And I had no doubt that he would sack me on the spot and would not pay me a cent of what I was owed so far.

I was right. It was nowhere near as disgusting sucking his cock as it was tongue kissing him. I dunno why I kissed him. Panic. I always knew tongue kissing was really intimate. Its funny I’ve been able to fuck and suck  so many guys that I could never tongue kiss and didn’t even like kissing at all. Kissing is much more intimate to me than cocksucking or fucking. 

I was giving him a good head job, sliding my mouth up and down the length of his cock with my hand jerking him off, following my mouth as it moved up and down. I had his balls cupped in my left hand and was gently kneading them feeling their hairy smooth weight in the palm of my hand. He was into a gentle rythym sliding hsi cock gently forward and pulling back in synch with my mouth. I was just thinking this isn’t so bad – better than cleaning the toilets. Hahaha. When he upped the fucking ante again.

He backed away from me and hauled me up to my feet. He grabbed my arm and led me to a small table in the corner of the store room. For some reason I started feeling teary and I was scared I was going to cry. I dont know why I felt that way at the point in time. I know the realization had just came to em that he intnded to fuck me and if I was to keep my job I had to go along with it but that didn’t explain this teary, girly feeling. This was hardly rape.  The decision was, and still was, at that point, mine to make. I had a choice. I could have stopped him at any time and walked out of there. But I knew and accepted that the consequences of that were much worse than what was going to happen in this storeroom.

He picked me with both hands on my waist and sat me up on the table.  I said “Come on Roscoe, I really dont want to do this… please … I’ll give you a head job.” He said “You’ll do what I fuckin tell ya”. I realised my mistake. I should have kept quiet. I think as soon as he thinks I dont want to do something he wants to MAKE ME DO IT. This was all about power not sex. Or was I getting mixed up with rape. Or was this rape. A kind of rape? Or just non-consentual sex.

He was rubbing my cunt now and trying to get his hand up inside my skirt, presumably to pull my panties off. It was a short, tight skirt and there was no way his hands were gonna go up the sides of my thighs so he could get to my panties. I decided to make things more comlpicate for him. In a really panic sounding voice I said “Have you got a condom. I’m not doing it without a condom” I really played that one up and he looked really annoyed but a bit worried. I may have overdone the panicking voice.

He told me to take my skirt off and he took a condom from his pants pocket. He’d stepped out of his pants and carried them down to the table before.  I undid the zip at the side of my skirt as I watched him put the condom on. I thought he has a decent looking cock, circumsized which I thought was a stroke of luck, and a resonable size. At least 7 inches, maybe longer? Hard to tell. But a bit bigger than average. For some reason it helped me to cope thinking about his cock rather than what was going on here.

So there I was. Leaning back against this small table, its edge pushing on the bottom edge of my ass cheeks, ankles crossed, my panties forming a bright pink V between my legs. Roscoe had the condom on and looked up at me and then looked down at my cunt. He said “Nice pink” and I said nothing. He stood there for a moment looking at me and I looked down and thought “Not bad, not too bad”. I was slim at the moment. From the stress of being out of work and waiting for a decent job. My legs looked goos, slim and sleek and slightly muscled. Very white though. But smooth and silky looking.  My stocking came up to my thighs. Flesh coloured, nothing flash or sex. Still had my shoes on. Black medium heels.  High enough to be sexy but not too high since I am on my feet so much.

I hooked both my thumbs inside the top of my bright pink panties and pulled them down at the front, exposing my smooth, hairless cunt.  Without thinking it just came out.

“Want some of this? Hmm?”

And i moved away from the table slightly and slid my panties down my thighs to my knees then let them fall to my ankles. I put both hands on the table behind me and hefted myself up so I was sitting just on the edge. I slowly spread my legs apart and leaned backwards to rest on my hands on the table behind me and slid my ass a little bit further forward so my cunt was fully exposed and just off the table. Just overhanging the edge of the table.

Again without conscious thought, very softly, I said:

“Well, lets see what you got”

He stepped up and holding his cock in his right hand, he guided it to my cunt and slid it all the way in, in one smooth fluid movement. My treacherous cunt was sopping wet and it slid in effortlessly. It felt good too.  Surprisingly. Despite the circumstances. My legs were sort of sticking out a bit from the table and I felt them instinctively raise.

He started fucking me slowly. Slowly and methodically. Each thrust going all the way in as far as it could go then each outward thrust almost taking his cock out of my cunt making me lurch each time with fear it would fall out.  As he continued to fuck me I noticed my legs had risen up of their own accord and were moving now to lock behind his back.

He was fucking me faster now in an amazing display of precision. Even though his cock was moving quite fast now and coming almost completely out of my cunt with each stroke – it never did. And it went in all the way every time. I thought he must have had lots of practice in here. On this desk fucking hundreds of poor fools like me who desperately needed the money.  An expert table fucker.

While he was fucking me and my traitorous body was enjoying his cock my mind was active. I was thinking how sordid it was to be fucking this guy I didn’t even like just to keep a job I didn’t like so I could pay my bills.  I thought it was a pretty slutty thing to do. But I have known that I am a bit of a slut for some time now. Even so, this seemed a pretty slutty thing to do. But it was kind of exciting at the same time. A bit of a turn on doing something so incredibly slutty.

 And what about him? Was this the only way he could get a fuck? I didn’t think so. No I think he liked the power trip. Forcing girls to do things against their will. He could get himself a girlfriend I had no doubt of that. He probably had oen for all i knew. No this was his “thing”. This sexual power play.

While I was thinking this he had slowed down his fucking and was undoing the buttons on my blouse. I thought oh no bad enough already without getting me completely naked. I wondered if he had locked the door. Probably not. Geez and any of the girls were likely to come in here to replace stuff sued during lunch. I looked around me as I was getitng fucked and my blouse undone. Shelves and shelves all around. Bottles, boxes, fuck knows what in them. All around us.

He had my blouse unbuttoned now and pulled open exposing my bra clad tits.  He kept fucking me the whole time. Never missing a beat just slowing down. He was looking at my tits wondering how to free them no doubt. He was on his own. I had both arms behind me, hands braced on the table behind me holding me up. He looked greedily at my tits as his cock kept moving in and out of me. Sliding wetly in and out.

He reache dboth hands inside my blouse and unhooked my bra behind me expertly. I felt my bra spring forward at the font and flet my tits leap forward and down, freed from their restraint. His hand pushed my bra up to my throat. He leaned forward and sucked a nipple hard. My left one. He nibbled it with his teeth and a sigh escaped my lips.  he moved to my other nipple and sucked it hard then nibbled it like he did the other one and all the time his cock kept fucking me like some automaton.

Then he seemed to get into position or something. He had a hand on each of my tits squeezing fairly hard, my nipples rubbing agains the palms of his hands, he straightened up and began to fuck me hard and fast. Faster than ever. I was enjoying the actual fucking itself, the pure fucking, the feel of his cock in my cunt. Or more accurately, the feel of cock in my cunt, more de-personalised. But i wasnt tenjoying the whole scenario. The idea of allowing this cunt to fuck me to keep my job made me sick.  Just the thought of it. The sordidness and tackiness of letting him fuck me on a table in a dim dirty storeroom at work.  The thought of allowing myself to get into such a mess that I had to let him.

Then he stopped and pulled me off the table, spun me around and bent me over the table so my sotmach was on the table and he was behind me. I could feel his cock nudging my ass, very close ot my asshole and I said “You’re not going to fuck me u the ass…?” in my PANIC voice. This itme he laughed. He said “Maybe” and laughed some more.

Then I fe lt his cock slid into my cunt form behind and I felt his full weight bearing down on my ass, flattening my ass under his pelvis and forcing his cock so deep inside my cunt.  Much deeper than before. yeah he was shoving it in about as deep as it goes. It hurts. A strange pain. One of those pains its hard to differentiate from pleasure. It’s afine lin between pleasure and pain sometimes. And getting fucked so deep in the cunt that the cock rams home hard against your cervix is one of those.

I love being fucked form behind though. I love doing it doggy. Love the feel of a cock in my cunt that way and the feel of a mans body squashing my ass and slamming into my ass. Oh Yeah.

He came and as he came he  rammed his cock in as deep as he could, grabbing my hips and pulling me back hard while he rammed his body forward forcing his cock deep into my cunt as he came inside me. I could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing inside my cunt as he came.  He leaned on me and groaned in my ear.  I thought “What a fuckin animal” but at the same time I moved my feet further apart, and wriggled my ass discretely, feeling his cock slide in infinitessimally yet satisfyingly deeper. I thought it would have been nice to feel his cum on my naked ass and regretted mentioning the condom. But then I thought if he’s been fucking so many women in here theres a risk of disease.

He moaned one more time than slowly withdrew his cock form my cunt. My cunt felt sopping wet and I could feel wetness on my inner thighs.  It has actually been quite a good fuck despite the circumstances. I wondered what kind of fuck up could think such a thing. I also thought it was a turn on to fuck a guy you didnt like just to keep your job. I dunno HOW that is a turn on but it is. It must appeal to my degradation side. That side of me that likes to be pissed on and degraded.  This was no big deal to me but I had felt enough to know how it would be a real big deal to a lot of women. Self esteem etc. oh Yeah. My self esteem issues all relate to my body shape not my activities.

Roscoe was humming quietly to himself as he pulled up his pants and tucked his shirt in. I realised I was just standing there blouse undone, bra undone, tits hanging out and no skirt or panties on. Thinking. I think too much. Roscoe looked at me surprised. As if unable to read the look on my face.  Disgust? Hatred? Contempt? Indifference? Satisfaction? Pleasure? Perhpas a bit of each and thats why he couldnt read it.

I think I felt nothing at that stage. I was acutely aware of my nakedness.  So I started sorting myself out. Tucking tits into bra and buttoning and straightening my blouse, then retreiving my panties from the floor and dusting them off thinking about going commando the rest of the shift but quickly dismissing that idea. Steppng into my skirt and sliding it around me to so up the zip.

I became aware of roscoe watching me.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” He said, sounding surprised. “You got off to a slow start but once we got going you were into it alright.”

I said nothing. My nipples were still tingling still his teeth.

“Yeah you enjoyed that alright.”

Truth was I did enjoy it. I enjoyed the fuck. Not the scenario. I felt pretty fucking pathetic and ashamed that I had allowed myself to get into a position where I had to elt this prick fuck me. But i had a choice and I took it.  No regrets.

I had to work another 4 days there before I got word on a proper job and I dodged roscoes cock twice, once wiht the excuse of periods, and again with some vaginal itchiness. Hahaha  Two things to turn a man off. But he did nail me another two times during those four days. Once in his office over the desk. He just bent be over and fucked me like a thing. I didn’t enjoy it at all. Second time was behind the bar with me standing up and him trying to fuck me from behind. His dick never went in more than half way and he came all over my upper thighs. Not good either.

I had a letter waiting for me one night when I got home from the bar telling me I had the job and I simply never went back.

Am I a slut for fucking the boss to keep my job. I dont think so. Probably what makes me a slut is for not feeling bad about doing it.

Fucking in the Rain

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

His name was Nigel and I’d been going out with him for about 2 months when this happenned. He was a nice guy and I really liked him but I knew he didn’t have any really strong feelings towards me. He just liked me and liked fucking me.  I guess I felt the same. Perhaps if he had felt a bit stronger towards me I might have developed stronger feelings towards him. But it’s hard to fall in love with a guy when you know he’s just not that into you.

Every guy I’ve ever known has a favourite fucking position. Hahaha. Every one.  Nigel loved to fuck me standing up, leaning over with my hands gripping the window sill, looking out the window.  It was his “thing” fucking in the window. I was a bit funny about it at first because I felt so exposed but he had a house and his favourite window was in his bedroom  looking out onto his backyard. We did it a few times in his lounge room window looking out on the street which was a real blast but it was actually a busy street and he was afraid we’d get spotted.

It was about 9PM and we were going at it hard and fast. I was standing up, leaning over and gripping the window sill while he ploughed into me from behind. He had his knees bent, hands gripping my thighs tightly, ramming his cock into me, and jerking my hips back each time he thrust forward. I had my feet braced firmly on the floor, my legs apart, my feet well back from the window, my knees bent and my ass sticking out. And we were really going at it. Ugh ugh ugh, splotch splotch splotch.

The storm came from nowhere. One of those summer storms where dark clouds hurry together from all directions and soon become one mass of black cloud that blacks out the sky. I watched the stars disappear rapidly as Nigel kept fucking me hard and fast. Watched as my body jerked back and forth fromt he impact of his body and himjerking my body back with his hands on my hips.

A brilliant flash of lightning lit up the whole sky and his backyard as bright as day and almost immediately this huge KABOOM rattled the house, startling me and then the rain just came down in one huge mass.  Flash… Kaboom… Kaboosh… suddenly it was raining, thundering and lightning … ing. Hahaha

At first I was worried about getting struck by lightning but Nigel yelled “Far out”.  “Fucking far out” and  I turned and saw this crazy look on his face each time he was lit up by the lightning. The rain was coming down really hard.  it was hitting the window sill and splashing up onto me. Wetting my face, breasts and stomach.  The rain was really cold even though it was hot apart from that and I was feeling hot from the exertion.

Nigel was loving it though. He kept saying things like “Fucking fantastic” Fucking wicked”  I was still worried about getting struck by lightning and didn’t like getting wet but its hard to complain or say anything when you have a big, hard cock in you. And Nigel’s excitement was catching. The more excited he got the more excited I got. 

We had been fucking pretty hard before the storm but now we were really going crazy. I was thrusting my ass back and forth to meet his thrusts and shaking my head, my hair flying out and my tits swinging and jiggling back and forth under me. I could feel the weight of my breasts as they moved back and forth.

Suddenly Brian stopped fucking me and stood there behind me with hsi cock still in me, deep in my cunt and said “Get out, get out”. I turned my head around and said “What? What?” and he pushed my back and said “Get out, get out.” I didn’t know what he meant and just shook my head. He said “Get out, get out the fucking window” excitedly and emphasised his order by ramming his cock in me hard and deep.

I said “Out THERE ?” incredulously but he more or less bundled me out the window and I climbed over the window sill, naked, with him pushing me out into his backyard and out into the storm. Out into the driving rain.  The window sill was slippery as I lifted my foot and placed it on the sill, but Nigel pushed me and I half fell the few feet to the ground outside. I slipped on the grass and landed flat on my ass in a sitting position and was soaked instantly. Rain soaking my hair and running down my naked body, between my breasts like a river. The ground felt cold, wet and squishy under my ass and blades of grass were tickling my ass and my cunt.

Brian leapt out the window like Spiderman and landed neatly on his feet and his cock bounced up and down as he landed. He was grinning from ear to ear and laughed and said “This is going to be fucking GREAT”. He had to shout above the noise of the storm. It was really pissing down, thundering and lightning. The lightning lit the whole of his backyard as brigh as day. Brighter than day. More like the strobe lights at a club.

Nigle took my hand, dragged me to my feet and led me to the middle of his backyard. I felt cold, wet, scared, exposed and as I turned to face him and saw the look on his face then saw his cock sticking up, actually pointing upwards at me, it normally pointed slightly down or straight ahead but now it was so hard it was pointing upwards, I felt the craziness come over me.  I remember thinking “Fuck me.. a thunderstorm fetish” .

He more or less pushed me to the ground on my back and knelt down between my legs. I watched him take hold of his cock, his hand forming a fist around it and he guided it to my cunt. I felt his knuckles graze my inner thighs and then felt the blunt point of his cock nudgng my cunt hole.

Suddenly he was looming over me and I was out of the rain sheltered by his body as I felt his cock slowly entering my cunt. Sliding in inch by inch. His super hard, stiff cock slowly sliding into my wet, hungry cunt. I could feel every inch of it slowly moving deeper and deeper into my cunt. He rested his hands on the ground beside my head and I felt my legs automatically, instinctively, spreading wide apart, my knees bending, and my ass lifting up and angling up to meet his cock, to welcome it into my cunt, to make it easier to go in and to let it go in deeper, as deep as possible. At that moment I wanted his cock in me as deep as possible. I wanted his cock right in there, in deep, the tip of his cock bumping against my cervix. I wanted my cunt to swallow his cock entirely. To consume it.

The rain was pissing down and water was running on the ground, pooling at my side and running down the side of my body as if I were a little dam. I started each time the thunder boomed and blinked each time the lighning flashed. I thrust my hips like a crazy woman and he drove his cock into me like a madman. I remembered the lines of a song “…like a madman laughing at the rain ..” as we fucked like crazy people. Like animals.

Every time Nigels body moved, every time he thrust into me, I got the rain full on my face, hitting me hard on the face and in the eyes making me close my eyes as they filled with water. I felt my body slding on the wet grass each time he thrust into me. The grass was wet, cold, slippery and squishy underneath me.

It all felt so fucking good. The thunder, the lightning, the rain, the wet grass, being outside in the storm, knowing sensible boring people were tucked up safe and warm inside, his cock moving inside me, his body above mine moving constantly, his cock driving like a jack hammer never letting up, never slowing down going in hard, fast and deep, Oh so deep.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled my hips rolling him off me and I rolled over on top of him his cock out of me for only milliseconds until I got in position on top of him. I ploonked myself on top of him and  felt his cock jolt into me, going in deep and hard as I sat on him. I just let myself drop onto him and was surprised how deep his cock went into me.

I moaned loudly and ground my hips into his body forcing his cock in, up into my cunt until it went up so far and so deep that I yelped in pain and had to ease off. Then I began to pound him. I lifted my body up and slammed my ass down onto his hips focing his cock up into my cunt and I rode him like a crazy woman.

I jerked my head violently to the right throwing my wet hair over my shoulder and it hit my back and shoulders with a loud wet slap. I looked down at my body, my nipples black and my skin electric blue-white each time the lighning flashed and I leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders and rode him harder and faster. Thrashing my ass up and down, thrusting my cunt down onto his cock forcing i t up into me. Up into my cunt.

He grabbed my tits in both hands and squeezed so tightly, his fingers digging deep intot he soft flesh of my breasts and he twisted and turned them making me cry out in pain. He braced his feet on the slippery wet ground and thrust his hips up forcing his cock even deeper up into my cunt. We fucked liek this for ages and I felt my orgasm building.

Suddenly he  rolled me over onto my back and then roleld me again until I was on my stomach and then he lifted me up under my waist and hauled me up onto my hands and knees. He got behind me, grabbed my hips and rammed his cock hard into me. His cock missed my cunt hole and slid under my cunt slicing along my cunt lips, then the second time it went up over my cunt lips and up intot he crack of my ass. I thought “Oh yes, fuck me up the ass. Out here in the storm like two wild animals, Lets get really animal.

I yelled out “Fuck me up the ass” but I dont think he heard me for the storm and his cock went inot my cunt onthe third thrust and he was jerking me backwards and ramming his cock into me hard and fast and deep. Oh God.

It was ahrd to stay in position on the wet slippery grass. My hands kept slipping as did my knees. The ground was so wet and slippery under my knees and hands. Nigel reared back and I felt the rain hammering down on the back of my head and on my back and then on my ass as well. It was raining so ahrd I could feel the impact of the rain. Like thousands of little wet hammer blows on my body.

Nigel leaned forward, reached under me and grabbed my tits again, squeezing and twisting like before and his body curved around my ass, as if we were welded together and his cockk moved in and out of my cunt so ahrd, so fast but not so deep now.

I looked down under me and saw leaves and grass and mud stains on my sotmach and breasts and more on my thighs from where he put me on my stomach as he rolled me over. The rain was making the grass and leaves move over my skin, slowly washing them off.

Nigel suddenly jerked my hips back forcing me to lose my balance and my face landed on the wet grass and was rubbed into the grass as he hauled back on my hips and rammed his cock in really deep, oh so fucking deep, and he wriggled his hips from side to side violently, shaking my whole body and he moned loud, like an animal, like a wounded animal and I knew he was cumming. He came with his cock deep inside my cunt, so deep it hurt like hell, so deep I could feel the tip of it pressing hard on my cervix deep insid emy cunt, his fingers were digging into my hips as he hauled my hips up and back relentlessly trying to force his cock in even deeper as he came.  He had my hips up so high that my face was being ground into the grass and I don’t even know what my hands or arms were doing. He had me up in the air impaled on his cock while he pumped his cum deep into my cunt.

I had the entirely inappropriate thought that if you wanted to get pregnant then this was the way to get your cum right up there where it needs to be. I thought “Fuck me, they wont have far to swim”. Hahahaha

Then he just let me go and I collapsed onto the grass and he collapsed on top of me, his body heavy  on top of mine, crushing me into the grass, his cock landing deliciously right between the cheeks of my ass. I felt his cum dribbling out into my ass crack. Tiny, brief, drops of wet warmth in between our bodies out of the rain.

Despite the hot weather all day and night, the cold hit us exactly three seconds after we stopped fucking. Suddenly all we could both think of was the cold.

We had to climb back in through the window becasue all the doors were locked and by the time I got a foot up n the window sill I was fucking freezing. Shivering and fucking miserable. I had one foot on the ground and was stretching to get my other foot on the window sill when Nigel decided to stuck two fingers into my cunt while I was int hat exposed position. I suppose it WAS tempting but it annoyed the hell oout of me.

I was cold, wet, fucking freezing, terrified now I would get struck by lightning or fall from the window and break a leg and Nigel sticks two finger up my cunt. I coulda screamed. I might have.  I really struggled to get back in through the window and Nigel had to shove me up to get me in.  He just fucking leapt up like Spiderman again.

I desperately wanted a warm shower like a man dying of thirst wants a drink of water but fuckign Nigel grabbed me and bent me over the window again, got on his knees behind me and started mouthing my cunt. He did everythign right, sucked, licked, and bit my clit and tongue fucked my cunt hole but all I wanted was that fucking hot shower so I faked an orgasm quickly with a lot of moaning and thrashing about and then scurried off to the shower leaving him sitting naked and wet on his bedroom floor.

I was kinda hoping he’d go down on me after the shower but I wasnt game to suggest it or even hint at it in case we ended up abck out in the storm. It was great but one of those heat of the moment things I’d enver do again. Atoo wet, too cold and too worried about getting struck by lightning.

After Work Quickie

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

I’d just started work for this insurance company and had been there a few weeks. Still settling in.  I became friends with this guy called Peter and we’d had coffee and  lunch a few times and I think he was just about to ask me out when one day over lunch we were talking about cooking and I invited him to my place for dinner that night. The invitation just came naturally from  the conversation we were having.

We left work together and went back to my place. He hung out in the kitchen with me while I got dinner ready and helped me.  We had grilled chicken breasts with Teriyaki sauce,  stemed vegetables and rice and white wine that he had bought.  We sat at the table and ate chatting quietly and it was all very relaxed and comfortable. Just two work collegues having dinner. We ahd coffee sitting at the table and we were so content just sitting there neither of us suggested going to the lounge room or moving at all.

After coffee I got up and started stacking dishes in the dishwasher and Peter came up behind me out of the blue and grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them tightly and pulling my body back against his. It took me completely by surprise because there had been no sexual tension or anything suggestive of this all evening.

I had taken off my shoes but was still in my work clothes and stockings. A cream button down blouse, and grey skirt. He was in shirt sleeves and suit trousers.

I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass as he pulled my body backwards, his hand gripping and squeezing my tits hard and his body pressing hard against mine. I’d never had a guy grab me from behind like this before. I felt a bit helpless and overwhelmed. It’s hard to protest or resist when a guy grabs you from behind like this.

I was pretty turned on immediately and I had been thinking about fucking Peter already, wondering what it ould be like, how he would approach me. Things like that.  I’d decided I would fuck him when the time was right. After a few dates when I was sure he liekd me and wanted to. But not so soon. I kept thinking about not fucking on the first date but thought all those coffees and lunches were sorta like dates. hahaha

So there I was undecided, caught by surprise,  leaning over the dishwasher, Peter’s cock pressing against my ass through my skirt, his hand on my tits, squeezing, massaging my tits, his lips on the sid eof my throat, half kissing half sucking.  He was pulling me back agaisn this body and I realised wiht some surprise that my own body was reacting, my ass gyrating and pressing back against his body, and his cock.

I turned my head back around towards him and he leaned forward and down and our lips met and his tongue was out and plunging into my mouth. I sucked his tongue eagerly, swept away now although only seconds had elapsed since he first grabbed me. As his tongue poke and probed in my mouth I felt his hands move on my tits and flet his fingers deftly undoing the buttons on my blouse, one after another, doing it easily as if he’d done this many times before.

His hands were skilled and deft and he had all the buttons undone in no time, his tongue still working in my mouth. I felt him tugging at my blouse and felt it come free of my skirt and hang down on either side of me. Then his hands were on my bra feeling my tits through my bra and then his deft hands pulled my bra up over my tits and suddenly my tits swung free and down.  His hands went straight to my skirt now and I felt him undo my zipper, then backtracking upwards to undo the button above the zipper.

I felt my skirt being tugged down over my hips and was plased when I remembered I was wearing a little black g string  and that I was in pretty good shape at the time. I had just lost a lot of weight during a thing I had with a guy called Terry. So I was relieved that I looked good and was pretty sliim.

I felt my skirt around my ankles but before I could step out of it I felt him tugging my pantyhose down and cursed that I was wearing those shitful things and not thigh high stockings. I felt the night air suddenly cool on my bare ass as my pantyhose came down and then felt his knuckles grazing my ass as he pulled my g string aside.

Then I felt him fumbling with his zipper and all at once I felt him use his upper body to force me to lean over more, I grabbed the edge of the  benchtop  above  the dishwasher with both hands and felt one hand on my tit which was swinging free under me and another hand guide his cock towards my cunt. I felt the blunt sharpness of the end of his cock press against my ass and move upwards seeking my cunthole and felt it press on my cunt just below my cunthole then slide slowly up and in.

My cunt was  so wet it just slid in easily and as his cock slid into my cunt his other hand went to my other tit and suddenly his cock was in my cunt, I was bent over the kitchen bench holding on with both hands and he had a tit in each hand squeezing tightly.  All this had happenend in mere seconds. I had never had a man grab me and have his cock in me so quickly. I thought he must have had plenty of practice with this move and had done it many times.

He stopped for a moment with a tit in each hand and his cock in me and then he started fucking me. Hard and fast, his cock ramming into me with my legs  held close together my my pantyhose. His cock went in and out and his  pelvis slammed into my ass amking a splotch splotch sound. I tried to open my legs wider but couldn’t because of my pantyhose wrapped around my legs just above the knee.

I let out an embaressingly loud involuntary moan and slammed my hand down on the top of the kitchen bench as he thrust his cock deep into my cunt. He leaned his upper body forward and down forcing my body to bend over more until my head was down level with the benchtops. The more he leaned over the shallower his cock went into me so I moved my ass up and backwards so it could go in deeper. I suddenly wanted a hard, deep, fast fuck.

I thrust my ass back to meet his thrusts and tossed my head from side to side, my hair flying up and out,  while he hammered me from behind.  His hands kept squeezing my tits and pulling them in all directions. His fingers were digging into the soft firm flesh of my tits hanging down underneath me.

Then he slid his hands off my tits and down my body until he was holding my hips from the front, pulling me back into each powerful, deep thrust.  He was thrusting and jerking me backwards violently now and his pelvis was really slamming into my ass hard and fast.

My blouse was gaping open and hanging down on either side of me flapping widly from our violent body  movements. My tits were hanging down, swinging and dangling and jiggling in all directions. My bra was up around my chest just below my throat. My skirt was around my ankles and my pantyhose were around my knees still preventing me from opening my legs wide. This was preventing his cock from going in as deep as I would have liked but it was still fucking good. So fucking good.

When he came he straightened his body up and pulled me back ahrd by the hips until I was almsot standing straight up and he pushed me forward until my hips bumped into the edge of the benchtop.  He groaned loudly as he came and I felt his cock in me throbbing as he pumped my cunt full of cum. I was almost standing straight up wiht his cock straight up inside me. I’d never had a cock in me like that before and it felt weird. weird but good. Oh so good.

He ground his hips into me trying as ahrd as he could to force his cock in deeper as he was cumming inside me and I used my hands on the benchtop to push my body backwards forcing my ass tight agaisnt his body and forcing his cock deeper up my cunt. His cock was more up my cunt then in my cunt now.

He stopped thrusting and just stood still with his cock deep up my cunt and I felt his cum starting to ooze out of my cunt and dribble down the inside of my thighs. Not a good position to get pregnant I thought somewhat inappropriately as his cum ran down the inside of my thighs.

Thne he took his cock out and I felt him rub his cock all over my ass cheeks, his cum smearing my ass cheeks and leaving little sticky wet trails on my round and firm ass cheeks.  He took his cock in his hand and I felt the wet, slippery tip of his cock moving over my ass and then poke at my asshole. The wet, blunt tip of his cock pressing directly on my asshole.

He stepped back and I heard the rustle of clothing as he pulled his pants up and did his zipper up. I stayed still leaning back down resting my hands on the benchtop. I was a feeling a bit dazed and overwhelmed because it had all happenend so fast. I also felt a bit embaressed, especially in this position but was too embaressed to turn and face him. I finally got the courage to take off my pantyhose and g string and pull my skirt up still facing away from him and I took my bra off and did up my blouse.

I turned around looking decent if dishevelled with my blouse hanging out of my skirt not tucked in and saw he was calmly making himself a coffee. As if nothing had happenned. He was so fucking cool and calm. I felt a bit of a wreck.

For a moment i wondered if it had really happenned. Did we just have a quick fuck?  He looked so calm not smiling or anything. Just making a coffee.  Then he asked me if i’d like a coffee and everyhting was back to normal. I’d never had a fuck like that before. SO quick, so intense and all voer so quickly.  Overwhelmed doesnt begin to descrbe how i was feeling.

Pete and I ahd a thing that lasted a few weeks but the sex was pretty ordinary and was never as good as that first time.   All he ever wanted to do was fuck me from behind hard and fast and that was good for a while but soon bcame boring. He wasn’t into oral sex, fooling around or any position other than doggy or me standing leaning over. I think he wanted to fuck me in the ass ebcause he was always rubbing his cock on my asshole but he never went any further than that and I never felt like encouraging him.

And he was a bit of a dickhead as it turns out. Funy how you can really like a person when you first meet them and then you get to know them and realise they are a dickhead.

But that fuck from behind at the dishwasher was one to remember. Oh yeah. I’ll never forget that. Thank you Peter. Hahaha

Sometimes, not always, theres nothign I liek better than to be just TAKEN like that. No awkward moments, no should I or shouldn’t I. Just into it. Absolves me of responsibility.