Afternoon Delight

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel
room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the
diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another
feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he
thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back
to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch
against the window as a storm raged outside.

A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An
ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few
papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case
against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead
one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business
appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind,
however, would have shown a completely different story.

He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling
a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back,
clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not
take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he
saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her.
Then she stood quietly.

For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the
only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he
lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had
come to serve him.

She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to
protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her
hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown
closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could
see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her
eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.

Finally, he broke the silence with a single word.
‘Disrobe’, he said with a voice that was not a request, but a

He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the
doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on.
He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew
she must obey.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened
it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor.
She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf
at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees.
Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up
under her skirt.

Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she
pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck.
Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At
the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory
cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch.
On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in
the passions of lovemaking.

Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to
fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she
reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he
could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As
he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see
the motion of the rings with each move she made.

Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent
slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed
her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.

As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A
slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and
muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy
her master’s every wish.

He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm
breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach.
Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare
mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself
well. Not a trace of hair remained.

Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until
they entered the tall leather boots. ‘She will do’ was his only

He turned his attention away from her, leaving her
standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched
the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.

‘Topping todays newscast’, droned the newscaster,’heavy
rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations
Capitol. And on the sports scene…’. His attention wandering,
he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood
there, quietly.

He fixed his stare on her, ‘Shower’, he commanded.

For the first time since she had finished undressing she
moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the
bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball
scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other

After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the
bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the
door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at
her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.

He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking
around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he
placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at
his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with
anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands
lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of
each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so
his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her
cheeks wide.

He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches
tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to
move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet
and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from
his touches, so he withdrew.

Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed,
he uttered ‘undress me’. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes
lowered to the floor as she answered ‘Yes, Master.’

This was not their first time together, and she knew
exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast
downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she
carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser.
Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed
his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and
demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt.
Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she
took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the

When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing
her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the
leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the
strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She
then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes.
The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next
she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she
straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back
of each shoe.

At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front
of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly
lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to
make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down
over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in
the closet and returned.

While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in
a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside
chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.

Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near
him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of
handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came
forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and
attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her
collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he

firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of
the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he
reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look
at him, he spoke.

‘Who am I?’ he questioned.

‘You are my Master’, she answered.

‘And what do you exist for?’

‘To serve your needs as your sex slave’, she replied. At
these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his

Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward
into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of
happiness crossed her face.

‘May I give you pleasure Master?’ she whispered.

A simple small nod of the head was all she got in
return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to
the television.

He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face
hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and
was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her
head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric.
She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her

His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one
side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth
and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him
completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge
of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.

Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position
just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of
movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for
what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she
allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving
slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her
tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over
it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.

Instantly, she could feel the response. Blood flowed
rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically
increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him
deep inside her mouth.

Quickly, it reached full erectness. gostosas She could feel the
pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick
head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear.
Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly
back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming
more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she
could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head
in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a
slow, but sure, rhythm.

She continued this way in silence. The only response she
noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly
strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense
around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and
she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her
efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.

As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock
buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing
him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder
and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.

‘No! Stop!’ she heard him cry out.

Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she
began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the
powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she
struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she
had erred.

She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.

‘Stupid slut! Didn’t I teach you better than that?’

She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in
serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.

He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock
still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand
beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other
pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.

‘You have been a bad girl.’ he said. ‘You have forgotten
who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.’

She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air,
feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the
other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.

She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air
and come crashing down on her bare behind.


The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room.
important source She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had
struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of
pleasure from her groin.


‘Will you ever learn?’ she heard him say. ‘Answer me!’

‘Yes Master’, she whimpered ‘I will be much better now,
a perfect slave to your will’. Even as she spoke these words,
the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her
tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from
her, and hoped he wouldn’t anger.

He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight
bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly,
wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.

Pointing to the bed he quietly told her ‘Lie down on
your back’. When she had, he reached back into the bag and
withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four
long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to
bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom
at the head and foot.

He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach
her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he
finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm
would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted
the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.

Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand
he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he
attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end
attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that
she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.

He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on
her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on
her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue
after she had swallowed these missed traces.

Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items.
The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at
the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From
the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for
the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and
fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight
ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator.
Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the
tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening
to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth.
After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her.
She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached
down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing
even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She
could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator
pressed firmly against her cervix.

He stood up, and began to dress. ‘I’ll be back in a
little while’, he said. ‘I’m going down to the lobby for a
moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don’t
make a sound’.

How long stayed away, she couldn’t tell. The pleasure
coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her
senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the
feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples
would bring her quickly back from the edge. important link Over, and over she
went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture
between her thighs.

At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and
looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he
undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and
released the ropes at her wrists and legs.

‘On your knees’, he commanded.

She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head
low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him
standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he
tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her
wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her
knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open
high in the air behind her.

As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper
inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last,
allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no
longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.

The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She
could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard,
slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her
breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter
closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm
trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had,
she fought it back.

He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep
inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She
could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her
smooth buttocks.

He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear
his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings
to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to
come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of

As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from
her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench
her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At
the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a
sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been
explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy
as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She
felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in
uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt
limp as he pulled out of her.

She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As
he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely
stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a
warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with
it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took
her place by the door.

With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested.
At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return
again … and again. She loved her husband.

Fuck to Tears

It was time to PARTY on a moon lit Saturday night. Angel and her friends were all headed out to the cliffs where they spent a lot of time getting drunk and having a good time. Angel has dirty blonde hair with golden highlights. Definitely a treat for any guy that would be lucky enough to have her. On this night out with her friends she was going to make sure that her and all her friends had a better time than the normal “drinking” night. Bridget was driving and Kathy was in the back seat. They pulled into the semi-muddy ground next to the high hills. Angel went out to the trunk and pulled out the case they had bought and started cranking Metallica really loud.

It was a cool place to party since no cops ever went out that far north and there was no civilization for miles around. Angel wasn’t going to go into details about what she had in store for her two best friends. She had it all planned out. Kathy was nagging Angel to try to get some information on what she had planned, but she didn’t even give any clues.

Bridget was busy popping open her second beer and lighting up her cigarette. There was a bit of nip in the air since it winter was just ending and the leaves were sort of being risen from the dead of the long cold winter. Bridget was talking about what they all were going to do this summer to live it up to the fullest. They were talking
about the ocean and going on road trips here and there. Angel looked at her watch and it was 8:45. She just smiled and kept drinking..

Kathy figured that some people might be stopping over at the cliffs soon since there are always a good many guys and girls that get together on Saturday nights. Bridget saw headlights of two cars coming up the hill. They went past them a little and parked. She noticed it was a car full of guys and girls – she assumed they were couples just parking for a few drinks or something -. A few of the people from the car came over to Bridget’s car and asked them what was going on later during the night. Angel told the people that they had plans and didn’t know of anything. They all got out of the car and started drinking alot more beers and making a few mixed drinks in between.

Angel finally said that they had better go since they had plans, so they crushed their last beer can and got in the car. They were all fucked up by this point and Angel started blabbing. She went
on how she had an appointment with some people on the other side of the hills. Bridget sort of caught on and started the car up. The entire ride over, Angel was saying that she has been waiting along time for this to happen. Kathy still didn’t know what was going on since she was so gone.

As they pulled around the corner, there was nothing but emptiness. talking to Bridget was ragging on Angel for leading them on a wild goose chase. Angel just told her to shut up and drink another beer. The entire case was almost gone by this time. Angel looked at her watch again and it was 8:55. Angel just sighed and started looking around. From the rear window of the car, she saw a car driving
really fast up the road. It came to a skidding stop behind them. Angel ran out of the car and went up to the driver.

There was three guys in the car. Kathy thought she had seen the car once before. As it turned out, she had seen the car before. The three guys were all friends of Angel’s and they knew both Kathy and Bridget. Joey, Tim, and Randy! Both Kathy and Bridget got out of the car with a beer in hand. The guys had already gotten out of the car by this time and Joey was frenching Angel already. Kathy smiled at Bridget and got all excited at her friend making out with her other friend Joey. It was a crazy scene when Tim and Randy got over to Kathy and Bridget.

Tim grabbed Kathy and Randy took Bridget. It was so fucked up, it almost wasn’t real. It seems that Angel invited their best friends up to the far side of the cliffs for some fun. Angel was walking hand in hand with Joey up the the trunk of the car. Out of the trunk, she pulled out three blankets. It was perfect.. Too crazy for them all to believe. No one thought about anything at the time other than screwing. Everyone was drunk, they all had liked each other before and the setting was perfect. Angel pulled Joey next to a tree, spread out the blanket and sat on top of him while kissing. Tim and Kathy were already naked and about to fuck at any second. Bridget was behind a bush with Randy and no one could see what was going on back there. It sounded nice though..

Angel was working on getting Joey out of his tight pants. She flipped her top off and started rubbing her cunt all up and down his chest through her jeans. She asked him if he wanted her and he of course replied with a yes. She as very horny and finished stripping down to bear flesh. Joey was sucking on Angel’s tit while she was playing with his hard dick. She placed it in her hot spot and started to rub it around the outer edges of her clit. Joey felt himself being taken inside of her body and felt the warmth of her hole. Angel was almost under a trance as she pounded her body up and down on his hard rod. Joey was taker her by the hips and guiding her body up and down as she started to shake with delight. Angel had an organism and Joey wanted to switch positions. He wanted to hold out and enjoy as much of this as possible.

She got on her knees and then stood on all fours. Joey stuck her right between the legs from behind. She felt him on the sides of her viginal walls pushing and throwing her body into a wild frenzy. Joey took a good strong grip on her breast and made sure he entered her as far as possible. She was moaning louder than ever. Angel was muttering for Joey to cum inside her. Joey went faster and faster until he felt like he couldn’t hold out any longer. They were totally engrosed in each other so much by the time that Joey had his orgasm that the thought of his hot sperm flowing into her gave Angel another orgasm.

She came as he slowed down his thrusts. Joey pulled out and a hot stream of cum flowed out of Angel’s cunt. They both knew they needed more of this in the future. They sat under the moon lit
sky for several hours until it was time for them to go home. Bridget and Kathy appeared from nowhere and smiled from ear to ear. The three got into Bridget’s car and took off for home after giving their new loves a kiss goodnight. The entire ride home they talked out the fun and how they were going to have more fun and adventures in the future. As the dropped off Angel, they thanked her for making the arrangements. Angel told them that next Saturday night could be
another adventure with their old friends and that she won’t stop until she is
fucked to tears!

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The Cleaning Lady

“Oh that feels good.” Steve Fox said to himself as he stroked his hard cock.

Normally, sitting in the large boardroom of the brokerage house where he worked was the last place he would’ve considered masturbating. If things had gone the way he’d originally planned, the 19 year old mailroom clerk would’ve instead been up in
the main conference room pounding the hell out of
his new girlfriend Tammy.

He’d planned tonight’s encounter for weeks. The 34th floor conference room, which as a mailclerk he had the keys, was a great place to take a date. It had four oversized couches and a giant
room length window that faced New York Harbor.

On a Friday night like tonight, even the cleaning
crew was gone by nine. Everything was ready, he had his tape player
with the right music. Wine and munches chilled and
heated up in the kitchenette. It sure beat checking
into a cheap motel.

No girl he had ever brought up there had failed to put out. Tammy would’ve been no exception. The only flaw in his plan was that
unknown to him, Tammy’s best friend was Rhonda Jo Zuckerman. And Rhonda had been Steve’s guest two months before. How was he to know that Rhonda and Tammy would have lunch together this afternoon. Or that Tammy would mention her date that
evening. So much for a night of passion. When Tammy hadn’t shown up at 09:30 like she promised, Steve called her house. He was not so
politely told that she had no wish to become another notch on his couch.

Which brought him to his current plight. Still horny and with no place to go, Steve had remember old man Fergeson’s dirty book collection hidden in the bottom draw of his desk. He was
always forgetting to lock the desk and tonight proved no exception. It wasn’t long before he had a major league hard on.

Soon with only the gentle hum of the sign line still showing the closing prices of various stocks for company, Steve leaned back in Fergeson’s oversized padded chair and began to flip thought the
old man’s latest acquisition of teen age nudes from Europe.

“Damn this stuff is hot!” Steve said as he looked at one particular big breasted blonde who couldn’t have been more than 16. Finishing the book of underage beauties,

Steve quickly reached into the draw for another. This one was better than the first, consisting of dozens of graphic color photos of various sexual acts. Couples, threesomes, and even lesbians in action. Steve wondered of he could get away with taking this book home with him.

By the time Steve unzipped his pants and let his cock burst free, he was sure that it was going to explode with the slightest touch. Gently he began to stroke it, closing his eyes and imagining himself in the magazine spread out on the desk. “Oh Baby, yes….” He murmured as he ran his closed fist up and down his engorged cock.

The blonde haired boy could feel the coming explosion building in his balls. He slowed down his motions, wanting to savor every moment. A small drop of precum covered his cockhead, a harbinger of what was to come. Wanting to see the photos one more time, Steve spun around in the chair and opened his eyes.

“Holy Shit!” Steve cried out as he jumped up in the chair, dropping his cock. Standing at the edge of the desk was one of the cleaning ladies. Steve had seen her on many late nights, pushing her cleaning cart from office to office. But he had always ignored her, he didn’t
even know her name. Her name was Elisabeth Drechsler. Although
she looked much older, she was only 37 years old. Born in what was once East Germany, she had come to this country three years ago. anime porn

A stocky, heavyset woman who wore her brown hair pulled back in a
bun, she had been cleaning officers for all of those three years.
Steve sat there unmoving. How long had she been standing there? Was there anyway he could explain this? Would she report him?
As those questions flashed through his mind, Steve looked down and noticed that the wastepaper baskets hadn’t been emptied. She was running real late tonight.

The clock on the wall ticked onward as the two of them stood like statues. Steve was afraid to say anything. He was hoping that she would just turn and leave. It was then that the young man realized that she wasn’t staring at him per se, she was totally riveted at the sight of his now shrinking cock.

If Steve had been totally shocked by the sudden appearance of the cleaning woman, what she did next was enough to give him heart failure. Stepping closer to him, still not saying a word, Elisabeth reached over and took his now withered cock in her hand. Gently, she began to stroke it, bringing it back to life.

Looking up at her, Steve saw a wide smile on her face. Despite her appearance, her touch actually felt pretty nice. As nice in fact as that of any of his girlfriends. It wasn’t long before he was once again hard as a rock. While the woman played with his cock, Steve took a long look at her face. She was a lot younger than he’d realized, probably younger than his own mother. The gray that streaked her hair and
the lines in her face were the result of a life a lot harder than Steve could imagine.

“My name is Steve.” He said as he shifted uneasily in his seat, wondering what she would do next. “Lisa” She replied in a heavily accented voice.

“That feels nice.” He said for lack of anything else to say, wondering how much English she really understood. “Nice.” She repeated as she continued to stroke his cock.

The mailclerk laughed to himself as he thought about the situation. He gets stood up by his girlfriend and winds up getting jerked off by one of the cleaning women. All in all, it could be worse.
visit homepage She was doing a great job of it. He leaned back and
closed his eyes, blotting out everything but her gentle caress.

The twin shocks of the last ten minutes were nothing compared to the one that Steve now got as Elisabeth bent over and took his swollen cock into her mouth.

A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Steve’s eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Elisabeth had taken him whole and
was now sucking it with vigor. Steve felt the sensation of her sucking down to his toes. It didn’t take long before he knew he was going to burst.

He was so close it hurt. The older woman clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouth him whole, caused Steve to feel like he was going to explode. But it was such a wonderful feeling.
Finally he knew that he wouldn’t be able to

hold back much longer. He wondered what her reaction to a mouth full of cum would be. Because if she kept going like she was, that was exactly what she was going to get.

Elisabeth felt the tensing of his young body and knew from experience that he was about ready to climax. She let him slip from her mouth and quickly pulled him from his chair. “Quickly.” She said in the same heavily accented English.

Leaning over the desk and pulling up the back of her dress, she gave no doubt as to what she wanted. Without thinking about it, Steve pulled aside her plain white panties and plunged his cock
right on it.

“God she’s tight!” Steve thought as he felt the walls of her pussy wrap around his manhood. The tightness eased a little after a few
minutes of pumping as she became more and more lubricated. Yet even then, she was still what Steve and his friends would call a first class fuck. She was really getting into it, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own.

When at first he’d grabbed her waist to keep a good grip on her, Lisa had lifted his hands and placed them atop her massive breasts. She wore no bra and invited him to play with her nipples through
the uniform.

Their copulation didn’t last very long as Steve exploded with a vengeance, sending his hot seed into her. The climax had been more intense than it have ever been with any of his girlfriends. Even more than the one he’s had with the hooker his brother had set him up with on his 18th birthday.

The sensation had left his legs wobbly. Who wouldn’t believed this cleaning lady could’ve brought such a response. Steve continued to pump away long after his balls had been emptied, until his cock began to soften. He knew she hadn’t climaxed, and strangely
enough for the first time he could remember, he actually cared about that Taking a step back away from her, Steve watched as Elisabeth lifted herself off the desk and straightened out her dress. He couldn’t tell anything from the expression on her face. She reached out and cradled his now shriveled organ, covered with a messy mix of juices. Producing a paper towel from her apron, she wiped him clean. Then, without comment, the cleaning woman emptied the wastepaper basket and just pushed her cart down the aisle. Leaving behind a greatly bewildered young man.

Steve waited until she was off the floor before he left. It was going to take him some time to sort out what had happened. If nothing else, he was no longer going to make a value judgment about a  person simply based on how they looked.