When the four of us returned to the hotel each of us went to his or her own room — but I quickly made my way to her suite. Once there, I reached underneath her flowing dress and removed her pan-ties. She told me not to bother looking for a bra because she wasn’t wearing one. We made our way to the settee, kissing passionately I ran my hand over her small, firm breasts and between her silken legs. On the couch I took in her naked body from her breasts to her calves as she arched over me. I ran my hands up over her tight bottom, and along her stomach to her breasts, her nipples pressed against my palms. Then I leaned down and kissed her stomach just above her patch of dark, curly pubic hair. Pulling her wet pussy to my mouth, I began thrusting my tongue into her slit. She smelled and tasted won¬derful, and my lips became smeared with her juices. She let out a low groan and squatted on my chest, pressing against my mouth, rocking her hips, opening up for me to suck her clit while I firmly held her arse with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other.

After a while I lifted her off my chest and stripped off her dress. As she unbut¬toned my shirt I slipped my fingers into her pussy. When I was naked and fully erect, my cock hard as steel, I carried her to the bed, pulled down the covers, and stretched her on her back. As soon as she spread her legs I slipped my throbbing member into her warm, wet cunt. She immediately began to make noises as I pumped my cock into her pussy, her wail of pleasure beginning as a low rumble, then building to a piercing shriek. I covered her mouth with kisses and thrust my tongue between her lips to muffle her cries. Finally my orgasm started at my toes, ran up my legs, and ended in my balls as I sent several streams of come into the depths of her vagina. Still firm, I continued to slide in and out of her puss.y eliciting more screams and whimpers as multiple orgasms rippled through her body. Before I returned to my room we kissed and made plans to be alone together the following night.

During the next day of meetings we acted professionally distant. Although she flirted with her several admirers, she told them she was not going to dinner with the group. Neither was I, of course — though no one needed to know that except us. The restaurant she and I chose was reasonably dark, so I slipped off a shoe and slid my foot up under her dress and between her legs. Much to my delight, she welcomed it by opening her legs wide enough for me to reach her tights-covered pussy. Then she clenched her thighs and gently rode my toes. We stopped now and then when the waiter brought drinks, menus, and served our food.

After dinner, I suggested she go to the ladies’ and remove her panties, which she did. Later I sent her back to the toilet to take off her bra. It gave me an incredible thrill to know she was absolutely naked under her dress. When we were waiting for the taxi to take us back to our hotel, I caressed her arse and put my hand down the front of her dress to feel her hard nip¬ples. It gave me an incredible erection, into which she ground her pussy.

In the cab I reached under her coat, unbuttoned her dress from neck to hem, stroked her breasts and nipples and slid a couple of fingers into her sopping pussy. We left the cab at the end of the long drive which led up to the hotel. Before we went inside, she opened her coat and totally exposed herself to me. When we got in the lift she stood back and opened her coat again. I feasted on her beauty while I unzipped my trousers and extricated my rigid cock.

As soon as we reached her room we were instantly out of our clothes. I threw back the covers and dived on to the bed, rolling on to my back. She was on top of me in seconds, sucking my cock while massaging it with her hand. I was losing myself in the soft wetness of her mouth, it wasn’t long before I told her I wanted to be inside her.

Straddling my hips, she lowered herself on to my shaft. She slid down on to it until she could press her clit against my pubic bone. She likes this position because she come over and over again without making quite so much noise. I couldn’t tell you how many times she came in that one instance, but she continued to ride me so long after I came that my seed ran out of her pussy on to my balls and thighs.

My reason for hoping you’ll print this letter is that I am living near her now. Though she has married, divorced, and remarried, I hope she wants to see me again as much as I want to see her. I would love to watch her suck my cock until I take her to bed to fuck her and, just like the old days, kiss back her screams during her many mind-blowing orgasms.

We had a pleasant dinner then went dancing. We had a good but unevent¬ful time and by 11 I was ready to leave. Heather had a couple of drinks but didn’t seem at all tipsy, and I’d only had one myself as I was driving. When I dropped her off she invited me in, out of courtesy, I thought, for coffee, which I accepted. I wasn’t planning on staying for long but one cup sounded good.

She went to make the coffee and I sat in the living room. When she returned with the mugs she sat on the couch and I sat across the room from her on a chair. We chatted casually for a bit, then Heather crossed her legs. For the first time I noticed how long and gorgeous her legs were.

Heather saw me looking and smiled. Then she changed the entire course of the night. She smiled again and said, ‘Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?’
‘No,’ I finally stammered.
‘It’s been far too long,’ she said with a pout.
As I sat watching she calmly reached up and pulled her dress straps from her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts. She had very nice little tits, pert and pretty with dusky pink nipples. She uncrossed her legs and I could see a hint of her knickers. I was getting excited by this point.

Next Heather lay back on her couch and shimmied out of her dress. She was beautiful in just her knickers and high heels. She simply lay there, lightly touching her pussy and tits and shivering with the pleasure she was bringing herself as I watched, mesmerised. I’d never seen a woman so completely into herself. She stroked herself to a climax right there in front of me.

I hadn’t even realised it, but I was rubbing myself through my trousers as I looked at her. Heather opened her eyes and smiled at me, remembering I was there. She stood and turned round, showing me her round arse as she got up on her knees on the couch and looked at me over her shoulder. She removed her knickers and threw them to me, and then she leaned forward and arched her back.

As she held her position I dropped my trousers and got behind her in one quick movement. I gripped her hips and slid easily into her, as she was already turned on and really wet. She was very tight and her pussy welcomed me with a squishing sound as she and I both moaned.

I thrust slowly in and out, working hard not to come right away because it felt so good. I picked up the pace and she moaned even louder.
‘Spank my arse,’ she begged.
‘You like it rough, eh?’ I murmured back, as I lightly spanked her.
‘Oh, yes, that’s it. Please spank me harder!’ she cried out. I couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it.

It didn’t take her long to experience a strong climax, which caused me to let my own overtake me and I shot my load deep inside her. I sat on the floor as she collapsed on the couch and lay there panting. After a brief rest Heather joined me on the floor and began licking and sucking me clean, which also served to get me hard again.

She pushed me back and straddled me reverse cowgirl style so she could ride me forcefully at her own pace. She bucked wildly till she came again then she turned round to dangle her tits in my face as she continued to ride me.

From the way this date began I would have never suspected what happened, but I enjoyed it just the same. We fucked all night in every position we could think of. Finally we passed out, drained but happy.

We’ve gone out several times since then and Heather gets more and more uninhibited. I don’t know how long I can keep up with her, but I’m certainly going to try!

At least, as things turned out, I didn’t have to endure that. The work wasn’t difficult, but it was mind-numbingly boring. Some days were frantic, while some seemed to stretch on for ever. Overall, busy was the better of the two. The staff was almost exclusively female, and bored women can be quite bitchy, and it wasn’t unusual to go into the ladies’ and find someone crying over something someone else had said to her.

In those days, our company enforced a dress code. Women had to wear skirts or dresses, and men had to have a jacket and tie. That was good news if you were young, female and had nice legs. (Hav¬ing nice tits didn’t hurt, either.) Very short skirts were fashionable at the time, and the young filing clerks and secretaries had fun flashing our undies to horny salesmen and middle managers old enough to be our fathers.

One man ran slap into a door he didn’t see because he was so busy looking up my skirt while I was bent over at the water cooler getting a drink. I only wonder how many women suddenly found themselves expecting a baby because their husband got home in an over-excited mood at the end of the day.

The company discouraged ‘fraternisa¬tion’, as they called it. That meant you weren’t supposed to date people you worked with. Looking back, I can under¬stand why senior management thought they should be the morality police, and it didn’t have anything to do with morality. Office romances cost companies untold hundreds of thousands of pounds in lost productivity. But do you think we paid any attention to that stupid rule? More spunk than coffee gets spilled on office desks, I’ll tell you that for nothing!

Sometimes the men who weren’t mar¬ried (and some who were) would come down to records and flirt with the clerks working there. One in particular regarded us as his personal hunting ground. Andy was rather cute, and he wasn’t married, so we didn’t especially mind being the objects of his attention. In fact, some of the women who went out with him reported that he was pretty impressive in several departments.

One of my girlfriends filled me in on the extent of Andy’s endowment. ‘He has a big one, Grace whispered to me in the women’s rest room, ‘and he knows how to use it!’ We giggled, but I felt myself getting wet between my legs.

I wasn’t a virgin when I came to the big city. I had lost it after a party the Christmas before. I had gone to a party with Gary, who played for the college football team. We had enough alcohol at the party that on the way home we ended up parked in a quiet side street.

Somehow I ended up in the back seat of his father’s car with my skirt up round my waist, my panties down round my ankles, and Gary between my knees. He had got his cock far enough inside me that he was falling madly in love. Meanwhile, I was sure I was falling pregnant — not to mention the fact that Gary didn’t make any particular attempt to be gentle. And just before he came, he pulled out and squirted his spunk everywhere. Yuck! After that, I made him use a condom every time.

Grace had me convinced that bigger was better, and that ‘Handy Andy’ was about as big as they came. I had no idea how big ‘big’ was. My boyfriend back home seemed pretty big to me, and I hadn’t been with anybody else to compare. I hadn’t even seen pictures of any men naked.

All this made me a perfect target the day Andy came prowling. I was about to go to lunch when he came in with a list of files he wanted me to find for him before I went to eat. I was slightly miffed, but he was nice and offered to help me. As we worked, he complimented my hair, my clothes, how nice I was to work with, all the good things he had heard about me from other people. On and on.

Then he managed to be standing right behind me as I opened a file drawer and backed my bottom against his crotch.

‘Oh, sorry,’ he said, as his hands came round my waist and held me.
‘My fault,’ I said, as I pressed my hips back against his trousers.

His cock seemed to come to life. I felt the heat through the thin material of my dress and knickers, and it moved as it stiffened. I’m not sure how long we stood there pressing against each other before he began to rub against me.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this here,’ I said. ‘What if someone comes in?’
‘You’re right,’ he said as he reached round my chest to feel my breasts.
My nipple was distended and sensitive to his expert touch. I put my hand over his and pressed him into my soft flesh. I had forgotten about his other hand until I felt it come up under my short skirt and his finger slide along the sensitive skin between the edge of my knickers and my leg.

I gasped because at that moment I felt such a rush of sexual desire that I just wanted to have him inside me and I didn’t care who came in. My knees turned to water, and I sagged against him as I let out a guttural groan.

I turned round and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth as hard as I could. We opened our mouths, and our tongues danced. My short dress lifted up, exposing my white nylon knick¬ers. Andy slid his hands down my back until his big hands came to rest on my bottom and squeezed me hard. I was so wet, you could have mopped the floor with my underwear.

Andy led me to a desk in a corner of the room. First he peeled off my knickers. Then he had me sit on the desktop with my legs spread for him. He dropped his suit trousers to the floor and struggled to extract his cock from his boxer shorts.

‘Oh, my God!’ was all I could say when he finally had it out.
It was the first uncircumcised cock I had ever seen in my life. It was easily eight inches long and as thick as my wrist. Veins stood out along the length, and the head was starting to protrude from the skin like some kind of sea monster emerg¬ing from a cave. It bobbed and swayed between us like a supertanker in heavy seas. My boyfriend’s cocl looked like a toy by comparison.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ I just nodded. He moved between my legs, and I guided it to my slit, which seemed too small to accommodate anything so enormous. I moved the head up and down to part my lower lips. His skin felt so soft and good, covered with my natural wetness. I positioned it at the entrance to my vagina and guided it as he pushed the head into me. He pushed again, and another inch of his monumental manhood disappeared inside me.

Slowly, so I could get used to the size of him, Andy worked it in and out until I was taking all of it in my wet love tunnel. I was fascinated watching it slide out and then back in until his balls were bouncing on my bumhole.

‘I can feel you all the way inside me!’ I said.
I had never felt anything like it before. Andy filled me completely, stretching my pussy further than it had ever been stretched before, and the delicious friction of our fucking was pushing me toward the most fabulous orgasm of my young life. I lay back, and he picked up the rhythm, playing with my breasts and working the nipples as he pumped in me.

‘Oh, yes! Fuck me!’ I said between clenched teeth, trying to prolong the time before orgasm shot through me. ‘God, it feels so good!’

I closed my eyes, and the world explod¬ed. My insides clutched Andy’s shaft tightly, trying to wring it back into me. My back arched, and I shoved hard against him, trying to fill myself with everything he had. Then he shuddered, and his organ seemed to swell even more. I felt it pulse as he squirted his hot spunk in me.

Andy lay on top of me as his breathing returned to normal. His cock softened and slipped out. Grace was right, I thought in the afterglow, as drops of come ran down my crack. Bigger is better.

‘Are you two having fun?’ It was the sarcastic voice of Mrs Adams, my supervisor.
We were caught. It was a scandal. Needless to say, we were fired on the spot. We were the talk of the company, probably for weeks. I have to admit, I was very upset at the time. But in the long run, things worked out, as they sometimes do in life.

Instead of looking for another dead-end job, I enrolled at a university in the city. I got a student loan and a part-time job as a waitress. I gave up my bedsit and moved into a student house, where I met Sarah, from Glasgow, who introduced me to the world of the written word and to a kind of love only two women can share. But that is another story.

The next day I meet you at your flat and we drive into the countryside. Finally we reach a special spot I know, and I pull the car to the side of the road. I lead you from the car across a wide meadow. The sun is bright and the heat makes distant objects seem to shimmer.

Sweat trickles down my back and ribs, and I feel my shirt clinging to me. I am car¬rying an ice cooler and have a rolled-up blanket tucked under my arm. I take your hand and lead you toward the trees on the far side of the field.

When we enter the shady woods the temperature drops considerably. We are in shadow, but the air is hot, dry and explosively still. I lead you further into the forest. Pine needles crunch under our feet and the trees tower above us. Beams of sunlight pierce through gaps in the green canopy, dappling the forest floor with bright patches of light.

I spread the blanket on the ground and then kneel before you. I begin to undress you. My hands are shaking as I unbutton your blouse and skirt. I then slide your skirt and panties down over your hips. Without speaking, I use my hands to gently guide you down on to your knees. You lie down on your stomach, letting my fingertips glide along your back across your hot, sweaty skin.

I reach into the cooler at my side and soak my hands in the icy water. Then, taking an ice cube in each hand, I touch the base of your long neck. You jump at the delicious sensation. I slowly run my hands down your back, from your neck and shoulders to the gentle swell of your buttocks. You feel the cubes of ice slowly melting away beneath my palms and moan with pleasure.

Droplets of melted ice trickle down your back and sides and across your ribs, to fall to the blanket. Some drops run down your spine, forming a small pool at its base. I continue to caress and massage you like this, until your skin is cool and your muscles are relaxed. Now I take your foot in my hands and press my thumbs into your sole, kneading the muscles and tendons and working upward to the ball of your foot. I deeply massage it and each individual toe, then work upward over your ankle to your calf. The muscles there are tight and tender to the touch, and I mas¬sage them deeply but gently.

My fingers trail upward across the back of your knee to your thigh. My thumbs press and knead the muscles deeply, my fingertips spreading over the firm rounded flesh.

I move my hands up slowly, feeling your muscles relax beneath my palms, until 1 graze your damp pussy curls with my fingertips. I can detect a different kind of tension in your body now, an erotic tightening of the buttocks and pelvis, an awareness, a deep desire.

I masssage your other leg as I did the first, working my hands up your hot, sweat-slick calf and thigh, until my fingertips brush your pussy lips. Now I kneel astride your thighs and slowly massage your arse cheeks. I use both hands on each one, massaging and kneading the deep mus¬cles with my thumbs and fingertips.
Then I place a hand on each cheek and massage them both at once, squeez¬ing gently, pressing them together and spreading them apart. When they are apart, I gaze down at the small dark puck¬er of your anus. You tell me to go on.

Now I pull my shirt off, then bend for¬ward at the hips until my powerful chest rests against your back. 1 feel you breath¬ing deeply, and match the rhythm with my own until we seem to breathe as one. I stay that way for minutes, savouring the sensation of your heart beating and your back rising and falling with each breath.

I kiss your cheek, your shoulder, shift¬ing your hair to graze the back of your neck with my lips. I kiss your back, working down your spine, letting my fingertips trail lightly over your skin.

I kiss each of your arse cheeks lightly, all over, cupping them in my hands and spreading them, running my tongue in between. I slide my hands to your hips and gently pull you upward on to your knees. I see a glint of dampness between your pink pussy lips, droplets like dew in your tiny curls.

I place my hands on your shoulders and urge you upward until you are kneel¬ing upright, then roll on to my back and slide my face between your thighs. You look down into my eyes and I watch your face as my tongue glides over your soft labia.

You stifle a cry of pleasure, but I hear it nonetheless. I take your lips between my own, savouring the taste of you. Then I glide my tongue across and between them, exploring the hidden contours of your damp vulva.

My warm breath on your protruding clit¬oris produces a shudder that runs through your entire body. I probe deeper, my tongue gently penetrating you. You bear down on my face with a sharp gasp, allow-ing me further into your heated sex.

I stroke the inner depths of your pussy, sensing the rhythm of your pelvis and matching it. I move slightly upward to graze your hard clitoris with my lips, test¬ing your sensitivity. I then encircle it, draw-ing as much of your clit as I can into my mouth, while my tongue gently plays with the engorged love button.

I feel you tense as I slowly suck on your clitoris. I begin to circle it with my tongue and lips, slowly at first, then faster. I feel your hand in my hair, guiding me. I wrap my arms around your slim waist as you begin to shake and buck against me. You repeat my name again and again.

Finally your voice rises in intensity until it is suddenly cut off as you take your lip between your teeth. I continue sucking and licking your sweet cunt all the time you build and build to your special place. Then you release a scream of total ecstasy. I lift my head up from between your thighs and watch your face as you come.

I feel the tension slowly drain out of you. I pull you to me and hold you tightly. I listen to your rapid breathing slow, feel your pounding heartbeat return to normal. I hold you for long minutes, watching dark clouds begin to roll across the sky. It’s going to rain soon. You begin to stir against me. Then I feel your hands at my waist as you unbutton my trousers. You come up on to your knees to pull them off me. My cock sticks up, stiff as a board. With a tiny moan you bend to it and flick it with your tongue. Then, emboldened, you take it between your sweet sexy lips. I close my eyes and arch up to you as your warm, soft mouth moves down, tak¬ing all of me, holding me enveloped for a moment, and then moving, sliding, up and down, up and down…

Then you move up to kneel astride my pelvis. Your eyes lock with mine as I feel you reach down to guide me. I feel the heat of your cunt pressing against me and then engulfing me, as you lower yourself on to my shaft.

Then you fuck me. I close my eyes and savour the pres¬sure, warmth and wetness of your sweet vaginal walls surrounding me. I open my eyes to see the first drop of rain strike your shoulder, trickling downward on to your breast. I sit up to cup that breast with my hand and take your nipple in my mouth. We begin to move harder and faster.

I watch the trickles of cold rain roll down your naked chest. I feel your hands upon my chest as you move atop me. You grind your pussy on to my manhood, filling your¬self up with me. You rise and fall on my cock, jamming me joyously into your hole.

Lightning flashes overhead. Your fran¬tic movements mirror the storm. I feel your fingers digging into my chest as you approach orgasm. I arch my back, filling you as deeply as possible. Your head is flung back, your eyes and mouth wide open, your wet hair thrown across your face.

I feel your vaginal muscles contract around me as you come again and again. I thrust upward and pull you down on to me by your shoulders, burying myself inside your pussy as you come.

Your final scream is drowned out by the roar of thunder from the sky, and as I release my bolts of come deep inside you, I feel your warm mouth on mine.

We run back to the car in the pouring rain, laughing. As I start the engine and we roar off, you kiss me deeply. A perfect day.

I was so busy watching Anna walk that I almost didn’t realise she stopped to talk to me. She had noticed me ogling her, and caught sight of my blatant erec¬tion. We talked, but all I was conscious of was the blood rushing to my throbbing cock. After just a few minutes in her com¬pany I was once again blown away by her combination of intelligence and seductive beauty.

Trying not to be intimidated by her intel¬lect, I invited her to come and have a drink with me. To my delight she smiled her acceptance, and I led her to my room, where I fished out the bottle of vodka I keep in the wardrobe. I was mesmerised by Anna’s nipples — now erect — as they poked against her tank top. The vodka soon had its effect. My cock seemed as though it was about to rip the seams of my trousers, straining to get at her. And Anna was staring at the bulge it made. Her eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen. I was frozen by her gaze.

She licked her lips sensuously. I need¬ed no further encouragement. I pulled her close to me and planted my mouth on her moist, sexy lips. Our tongues met. They darted in and out as we kissed one anoth¬er with deep feeling. My hands seemed to have a will of their own as they groped at the firmness of her breasts, the warm dampness of her pussy.

Anna emitted a quiet moan as she grasped my cock through my trousers. She whispered, ‘I want you.’ She lay back on the bed, and I kissed her tenderly. Then I got on top of her, straddling her tiny waist. I pulled her top over her head to free the most gorgeous pair of tits I had ever seen. I kissed and sucked her erect nipples as she moaned and writhed with pleasure.

Anna sat up to unzip my trousers and pull out my cock, which was hot and swollen. When she saw the size of it her eyes widened. She kissed the head, then flicked her wet tongue over its full length. I moaned in delight. She sucked it and licked it, pausing each time I tensed up, ready to come. Then she looked up and said, ‘Do you want to come in my mouth?’

‘Oh, yes! Definitely!’ I sighed.
Then my dream goddess got down to sucking my cock at a furious pace. She was giving me the blowjob of my life. The warmth of her mouth and the skill of her tongue were too much. I felt my muscles tighten as I came with such force that I shouted out in ecstasy.

I wanted to return the pleasure she had given me. I pulled down her shorts and pants to reveal her hot, swollen pussy. I nuzzled her, sampling her sweetness. Then I buried my tongue in her cunt.

‘Oh, God, please don’t stop!’ she cried out as I nibbled her clit. She writhed and panted as wave after wave of pleasure pushed her to the brink of orgasm. Finally she exploded. Her come poured down my chin and on to her inner thighs. She screamed again in ecstasy as I swallowed every drop of her love juice.

I took a pen and a scrap of paper from my handbag and swiftly scribbled a note. Taking a deep breath, I turned and handed it to him, then quickly walked away. The note said, ‘Meet me in dressing room B.’

As I entered the small, enclosed room I could hardly even imagine what his reaction would be. There was a bench against the left wall, a mirror on the right and a few scattered hangers. The carpet was grey. I wondered if the room was sound¬proof. I closed the door and dropped my handbags to the floor, and before I even had time to reflect on what I was doing, I heard a knock.

When I opened the door and saw him standing there, my heart raced and I felt flushed. He took a step inside and shut the door behind him. We stood and stared at each other for one or two seconds which seemed to last an eternity. Then, without a word or a sound, we thrust ourselves into each other’s arms. His mouth was warm and wet, and seemed to drink me in as if I were a glass of water.

He undressed me quickly, then pressed me against the wall. With one hand he caressed my breast, while with the other he brought out his throbbing cock. Down to my knees I fell, grabbing his penis tightly around its base, quickly licking and sucking, sliding it in and out of my mouth. He was big and hard, and I was desperate to have him inside me. So I slowed down the pace a little, taking my time teas¬ing and kissing his cock. I let my tongue ride up and down his shaft, then circle his cockhead, before again engulfing him deep in my throat. It was a hardcore blow job.

He pushed me down to the floor and crouched over me, ramming his long, hard cock all the way into my wet pussy. I shrieked with acceptance and delight. We were soon fucking furiously. At one point he turned me over and began fucking me from behind as we panted and whimpered.

Each powerful thrust of his prick seemed to touch every nerve in my body, making me quiver. He rode me hard, grabbing my tits, and rubbing my stomach. I turned round to kiss his lips, moaning and gasping as he continued to plunge himself inside me to the hilt.

The next thing I knew he had pulled out of me, turned me round and lifted me on to the bench against the wall. He spread my legs wide, then bent down and gently placed his tongue into my hole. I could feel my wet, warm juices oozing into his mouth as he licked me like a lollipop. I felt sensations rocketing through my body, concentrating in my clit. I wiggled and jerked, gasped and moaned as he sucked and teased and gnawed at my sex. The motions of his head and the soft sounds of his pleasure made it even more erotic and explosive.

At this point the room seemed to close in as I felt myself reaching the point of no return. But I didn’t want to come without him. I pushed him down to the floor, as he had pushed me earlier, and then I mount¬ed him, ready to ride him home.

He gasped and I cried out as I felt his cock enter my vagina, pushing tightly against its walls. I pumped myself up and down on his whole length, faster and faster. He grabbed my breasts and pulled me down so he could take them into his mouth, sucking and licking my nipples. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and together we exploded, backs arching, legs tensing, mouths gasping as we lost all control, drowning in our passionate ecstasy…

That’ll be ten pounds fifty, madam,’ the cashier said loudly, obviously repeat¬ing the phrase. I had been lost in my fantasy and hadn’t heard her. Hastily, I handed over some money, apologising inarticulately.

As I walked away, returning my change to my purse, someone handed me a small, folded piece of paper. The figure quickly moved off as I looked up, and I caught only his shadow, rushing away.

I opened the note, my hand trembling, it simply said, ‘Meet me in dressing room B.’

I quietly eased down his zip and reached inside his fly. I could feel his cock through his boxer shorts, growing steadily harder as my fingers tickled it. I got bolder, and pulled it out of his fly, first encircling it with my fingers, then with my lips. It felt so rude to be giving my boyfriend a blowjob in a half-full cinema, and I could feel my knickers starting to get wet with excitement. My mouth worked up and down his length until he was fully erect. I felt his cock jerk and spasm, and knew he was about to come. I could have pulled my mouth away and given him the chance to calm down, but I just kept on sucking until my mouth was filled with his warm, salty come.

By now, I was desperate to come myself, and Chris seemed to have realised that. His hand slipped down the seat to push my skirt up round the tops of my thighs, then he began to stroke me through my damp knickers. That isn’t usually enough to make me come — I like to feel his fingertips rubbing my exposed clit, but just the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing, combined with the knowl¬edge that I couldn’t make a noise in case someone realised what was happening, pushed me over the edge. I bit the back of my own hand, stifling my cries, as my body shook in orgasm.

By now, we’d completely lost the plot of the film, I mean, so we hurriedly adjusted our clothing and left. The cinema is only ten minutes’ walk from our home, so approximately 12 minutes later we were rolling around on our bed, with me using my hands to get Chris’ cock nice and hard again, prior to giving me a really good fucking.

As it turned out, the woman I’d hired as receptionist decided she didn’t want the job. Out of desperation more than anything else, I asked Jan, the woman working for our neighbouring business, if she wanted to interview for the job. To my delight, she did. Satisfied with her qualifications, I offered her the position — at a higher sal¬ary than she was already earning. To cut a long story short, she took the job.

She arrived for her first day of work in a white cotton blouse. She was braless, and her hard nipples appeared to be trying to burst out of her blouse. We talked and flirted throughout the day, and she agreed to have a drink with me after work. ‘I’ll come into your office at five-thirty sharp,’ she said.

At precisely half past five there was a knock on my office door. It was Jan, look¬ing very good even after a long and hectic day of work. ‘Are you ready for that drink?’ I asked.

‘Yes, but we don’t have to rush off right away, do we?’ she answered. With that she stood, unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Next she unzipped her skirt, tossed it aside and then kicked off her shoes. She was now completely naked, and her body shimmered with a thin dew of perspiration that glistened in the light and accented her delectable curves.

Well, my dick was hard immediately, which made walking around my desk more than difficult. Jan saw this and told me to take off my trousers. ‘Freedom of movement, if you get my drift,’ she said.

I discarded my clothes and stood before her. ‘Wow,’ Jan gasped when she saw my dick. My cock happens to be enormous – forget the exact measurements, you’d have to see it to believe it — and in my experience it has intimidated far more women than it has turned on. Fortunately, Jan didn’t appear to be put off by the size of my equipment. On the contrary, she embraced me and rubbed her pussy against the huge shaft.

That’s all really yours, eh?’ She gig¬gled. ‘How did you get it — steal it from a racehorse?’
I shook my head. ‘It’s all mine.’
‘And now it’s all mine,’ Jan said, rub¬bing her taut belly against the glans.
‘Well,’ I said, ‘it’s all yours for now.’
‘Now’s as good a time as any,’ she replied, turning her back to me and bend¬ing at the waist. ‘I hope you like it doggy-style. I want to feel every inch.’
‘Don’t worry, you will,’ I assured her. I stroked her cunt lips with the swollen head of my cock, getting her wet enough to handle all of me. Then I slowly penetrated her.

She moaned with ecstasy as the head slipped all the way in, grinding her pelvis in a circular motion that really gave my cock a workout. She counted out loud as inch after inch of my mammoth rod made its way into her. She stopped counting at ten and begged me to ram home whatever was left. I pushed the remainder of my cock up her channel and started fucking her hard. She was a big woman and had no trouble taking the thrusts of my giant hammer.

‘Sit on the edge of the desk,’ I said. ‘I want to look at you.’ When she was in position I buried my cock into her. The look on her face was one of pure rapture. I knew she was feeling pleasure of a sort she’d never before experienced. I came at her with slow, deliberate strokes, wiggling my cock in her cunt. She came with a loud cry, followed by sighs and then uproarious laughter.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘But I sometimes do that when I come.’

That’s all right,’ I said. ‘I like to make a woman laugh.’

We didn’t get out of my office until dawn the next morning. Jan and I fucked in a variety of positions. For me, the high point was when Jan sucked my cock. She’d been licking and nibbling my prick all night long, but at about three in the morning she gave me the works. She wasn’t able to suck it all, but she deep-throated more of my cock than anyone, my wife included, has ever managed to do.

I know a lot of men dream of having a huge I mean, really huge cock. Let me tell you, it’s not always a blessing. Many women are simply not comfortable sucking and writhing around on something that looks more like a fence post than a part of the human anatomy. But finding a woman of Jan’s bottomless appetites makes it all worthwhile.

During a break, I walked over to the spoiled brat and boldly suggested that I could go with her to her trailer and help her memorise her lines. This big star looked at me, a lowly stuntman, as though I was a maggot. ‘Do you know who I am, arsehole?’

‘I know who you are,’ I replied. ‘On the outside you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but on the inside you’re a dog!’

She got up slowly and began sizing me up, walking around and checking me out from head to toe. When she spoke her voice was less contemptuous, though still kind of sarcastic. ‘So I guess you’re the guy who can teach me a thing or two, huh?’ she said with a cocky grin.

‘Yeah,’ I said confidently. That’s right. I can teach you a thing or two.’
‘All right,’ she said finally. ‘Meet me in my trailer at six o’clock sharp.’ Her cocky grin turned into a seductive smile as she gathered her things together and strutted away.

Since Carole had told me six o’clock sharp, I turned up at quarter to seven. She went ballistic. ‘Who the fuck do you think you are, leaving me waiting for 45 min¬utes?’ she demanded. I could tell she was furious, clearly being unused to anything less than superstar treatment. I thought she was going to cry, but then her look of shock turned to one of lust. She came into my arms and we began to kiss passionately. Our clothes went flying everywhere, and soon we were both naked. It was like one of those saucy big breast sex videos you see on DVD that you can get from a sex shop in Soho.

As we kissed, Carole grasped my rigid cock in her hand and began stroking it softly. I put my hands on her shoulders and lightly helped her down to her knees. She knew what I wanted. ‘But I’ve never done that before,’ she said innocently. What a fucking liar she was! I could hardly stop myself laughing out loud.

‘Just give it a little kiss,’ I said in a reassuring voice. She slowly made herself comfortable in front of me and wrapped those sexy lips around the tip of my cock. She continued to kiss it and, like most women, she became bolder and more curious by the second. In no time flat she was swallowing me enthusiastically, and she kept going until she had my entire eight inches down her throat.

I looked down at her as she sucked my cock with an increasing passion. She cra¬dled my balls in her tiny hand, rolling them round with her fingers as she moaned lust¬fully around my dick. I reached down and clutched at her hair as her tongue swirled around my girth. I didn’t bother to give her a warning, but she knew instinctively that I was about to come, and as the first rush of sperm shot from my cock she eagerly swallowed it down.

I reached down and lifted her to her feet, then placed her on the bed and pro¬ceeded to kiss and lick every inch of her body. I slowly began to finger-fuck her pink pussy as I licked and sucked at her tiny clitoris. She was loving the treatment that she was getting, and I loved giving it to her.

She trembled excitedly on the bed, and before long I had her moaning and squealing in ecstasy as I took my time, working her clitoris with my mouth and tongue and pumping her juicy, tight pussy with my fingers. Her hips began to rotate and spasm uncontrollably as an explosive orgasm rippled through her beautiful body. I didn’t stop until she had experienced the last wave of her climax.

‘Oh my god. That was unbelievable!’ she panted. ‘No one has ever made me come like that!’
‘Well, I’m not nearly done with you
yet,’ I assured her. I kissed her deeply as I moved on top of her, and she reached between us and guided my hard, aching cock to her very wet entrance. I nibbled on her ear and neck as I slid my dick into her pussy.
‘Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me!’ she begged. I moved my mouth to her long stiff nipples and licked and sucked on them as I began fucking into her, up to my balls.
‘Mmmm, yes, I can feel you so deep inside me!’ she moaned to no one in particular. She wrapped her legs around my hips and locked her dainty feet hard against my buttocks, pulling me into her womb as far as I could go. She was soon crying out in ecstasy, and I pounded harder into her as I felt her cunt begin to convulse around my dick. ‘Oh, shit! I’m coming again!’ she wailed.

I fucked her thoroughly during her climax, and then pulled out of her and turned her around, looking down at the most perfect heart-shaped arse I had ever seen. I grabbed her tight butt cheeks and spread them wide. I slid my hard cock into her with one stroke, bringing a cry of joy from her mouth.

‘You love my cock up inside you, don’t you?’ I growled.
‘Yes, I love it,’ she whimpered.
Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need!’ I barked at her.
‘I need you to fuck me harder!’ she squealed with desire.
‘Whose pussy is this, eh?’ I asked her as I fucked her with all my might. My balls slapped against her slit.

By that time I couldn’t hold back. I ground into her with one last, hard stroke and filled her with my come.

Carole was ready to fuck me once more, but I told her that she had some work to do first memorising her lines for the scenes we were supposed to shoot the next day.

For the rest of the shoot Carole was so prepared and well-behaved that the crew were amazed. Like I say, a good stunt-man has to know how to do more than fall down.

I was the first girl on stage, and the money started rolling in once they got a look at my 38D tits, almost falling out of a low-cut top, and my long legs in their fishnet stockings. The first man who paid inevitably went for my tits, pushing the cold, gooey pie into my cleavage. My nip¬ples stood up at the sensation, thrusting against my see-through black bra. The second target was my round bum. I bent over, my skirt was raised and the pie land¬ed heavily against my panty-clad cheeks. I was loving every second as he rubbed the creamy pie against my bum.

A ten-pound note was thrust into the beer glass in which contributions were collected, with the instruction that my top had to come off. Now my breasts were on show as they strained against my flimsy bra, and another couple of pies were smashed against my chest to dribble down my body. Another tenner and my skirt was off. I was asked to sit down this time, and part my legs. The target this time was my pussy, and I shuddered in delight as I was flanned though my panties. By now, I was starting to get really turned on.

More money was put in the glass, with the demand that my bra was removed. I feigned coyness, but part of me was lov¬ing it. I turned my back, unfastened the catch on my bra and whipped it off. When I turned round again, I jiggled my big boobs shamelessly at the audience, who bayed for more. A couple more pies were plastered on my tits, while one was dumped without ceremony on the top of my head.

All I wore now was my stockings, sus¬penders and tiny panties, and the boys wanted those knickers off. I did as they requested, teasing my panties down tan-talisingly slowly to reveal that I had care¬fully trimmed my cream-splattered pubes into the shape of a heart. At the sight, they went mad, and I was soon being hit with pie after pie while I flaunted my body, bending over so they could plaster my pussy and arse with goo.

At last, my turn was over. One of the bar staff, who was tall, blond and particularly cute, said he’d help me carry my clothes to the changing room. Once there, I pounced on him, rubbing his cock through his trousers while kissing him. He soon responded, stripping off his clothes so he could press his body against my messy one. We fucked in the shower, his cock thrusting rapidly into me under the steamy spray, and it wasn’t long before we were both coming.

Between me and the other girls who got gunged that night, we raised several hundred quid, so everyone benefited: the rugby players got a great evening’s entertainment, the hospice got a decent donation, and I got a lovely bloke who I’m still seeing to this day.