Chapter 5
Amanda's mouth dropped open and she stared at Erin with a mixture of horror and excitement, then bit her lip as Erin got up and moved around the table. Tom pulled the table back and Erin dropped to her knees, hands sliding along the woman's thighs, pressing gently until Amanda numbly opened them.
She licked slowly up the inside of one thigh, circled her moist cleft, then licked down along the other. She spread Amanda's legs further, then tugged on them to get the woman to slump down more.
Amanda was breathing raggedly, her eyes flitting down to Erin, then across at Mike, then at Tom, then back at Erin again as Erin licked up and down along her mound, then planted a kiss on the center of her cleft. Her tongue slid along the narrow slit, up and down repeatedly, then her fingers slipped up and she gently pulled the soft, taut lips apart to reveal her pink inside.
Amanda whimpered, closing her eyes, then gasped in pleasure as Erin's tongue caressed the inside of her lips. Erin was bent far forward, and she raised her ass, spreading her legs excitedly as her tongue pushed into Amanda's pussy-hole and began to flutter around inside.
She pushed it in so far her lips were jammed against the woman's hot, wet sex, pumping it back and forth as Amanda moaned and panted. Then she licked upwards, easing the hood back and gently kissing her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" Amanda moaned.
Erin gently pushed a finger into the woman's pussy, feeling her hot, slick muscles clench down on it as her tongue licked delicately against her clitoris. Her hips began to grind and her breathing became even more ragged as she slumped down further. Erin licked harder, a second finger joining the first and sliding in to the knuckles, pumping slowly in and out as her tongue stroked against the blonde's clitty.
Amanda dropped a hand onto her head, squeezing a handful of thick brown hair as her head fell back and began to roll in orgasmic pleasure. She bucked upwards, slowly at first, a lewd, rolling, humping motion that became faster and more desperate with each passing second.
Erin slipped her lips around her clitty and sucked with a gentle, rhythmic action that grew stronger. Amanda's humping moved in time to the rhythm, then grew more frantic, outpacing it, her ass bouncing on the sofa as she cried out in pleasure.
Erin sucked harder, and Amanda let out a shout of wonder and bliss, her legs going around her head, bare feet jamming in against her shoulders as she humped up desperately, head jerking and thrashing from side to side as both hands pulled on Erin's head. Erin rose slowly, breathing heavily herself, elated at the look of bliss and languorous pleasure on Amanda's face. The blonde remained slumped back, a weary smile on her flushed face.
"Well, Amanda seems to have enjoyed that," Mike said.
Both men had rock-hard cocks then, Tom's thrusting upwards, Mike's still pushing against his shorts.
"Let's see, for the next hand for Erin, she goes all the way."
"Bet Amanda would like that," Mike growled.
But it was Amanda who lost the next hand, to Tom. She got up without a word, then bent over him as he spread his legs, staring hungrily at his thick cock.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then took his cock in her small hand and squeezed it near the base. She pressed her lips against the shaft just above her fist and licked slowly upwards to the crown. Then slid down again, licking slowly around his cock, pulling it down to lick around the other side.
She raised her lips and formed them into an O, then pressed them against his helmet-headed cock and sank her mouth down, her lips sliding along his shaft as she moaned softly.
"Suck his cock, Mandy," Mike whispered. "Suck it, baby!" His wife moaned again, her lips sliding up Tom's cock, then down again.
Erin watched, enthralled, her fingers between her legs, rubbing against her wet pussy as she watched the blonde suck her husband off, watched her head bob up and down.
Tom sat back, legs spread, looking down. He reached down and slid his hands onto her head, sighing as he let his own head go back. She slipped her lips off and licked down his cock again, kissing and licking his balls as she pumped her fist on his shiny prick. Then she took it into her mouth again, bobbing faster, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked, her tongue slurping up and down as Tom groaned in pleasure and Mike's cock almost tore a hole in his shorts.
"Suck him off, baby," Mike whispered again, louder. "Suck him off, honey! Suck his cock!"
Tom began humping up into the blonde's face, his big hands pressing her down as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper. Then he cursed as he came, his come spurting up into her mouth.
Amanda sat back, gasping, looking half-dazed, half-excited. She turned and looked at Erin, then got to her feet and moved back to her seat.
Tom took a moment to get his breath back, then dealt another hand. Mike lost his shorts finally, and his cock poked into the air hungrily.
Then Erin lost to Mike. She looked towards Tom, her stomach churning, then towards Amanda, who had wide eyes.
Mike got up and came around the table, then reached for her hand. She took it uncertainly and he eased her forward off the sofa and onto the floor. Her heart pounded faster and faster as he pushed her down onto all fours then moved behind her.
She turned her head to one side to look at Tom and
Amanda, then shuddered, almost coming before Mike had even entered her. She felt his hands sliding up and down her body, squeezing her behind, then giving it a slap. She felt his cock then as he rubbed the head back and forth along her cleft. It sank in slowly, then pushed deep.
She gasped, her head going up and back, hair flying backwards. Then she sank forward again, groaning softly as Mike buried his prick inside her hot, churning belly, his hips pressing in hard against her ass.
His hands moved up her back, then down along her ribs to cup her hanging breasts. He squeezed them, then pushed them together, rubbing them against each other as he leaned forward over her. "Fucking hot," he gasped.
He eased back, then thrust in again, grinding his hips into her ass again.
Again, he pulled back, this time farther, and began to pump, his hips slapping into her behind as he used long, steady strokes. Erin grunted in pleasure, head going back as her eyes closed. She pushed back against him, reveling in the hard, steady pumping. She knew Tom was watching, knew he could see Mike's cock glisten with her juices as it moved in and out of her. She knew Amanda was watching, too, and felt a strange sense of victory over her.
She's watching her husband fuck another woman, she thought heavily. She's watching him paw and fondle and grope another woman, and all she can do is watch!
She opened her eyes, turning her head to see Tom and then Amanda, feeling shimmering waves of heat rolling up and down her body as she locked eyes with them and Mike continued to thrust into her.
Then she turned her eyes away, grunting louder, pushing back harder as the pleasure grew. Each new thrust sent a bolt of delicious sensory joy through her body, each slap of his hips against her buttocks made her insides squirm with pleasure.
She felt the climax sweep in around her, folding tighter and tighter around her body and mind, then shuddered as the pleasure blasted through her, as the orgasmic storm rose to a whirlwind and swept her up in its embrace.
She threw her ass back desperately, her pussy spasming and burning around Mike's plunging cock. He cursed, squeezing her breasts harder, his fingers sliding down and rubbing her nipples between them as he thrust in hard and fast.
"God, what a cunt!" he gasped, humping furiously now, riding the bucking, gasping, moaning woman for all he was worth.
He came with her, his come juice spewing down into her clutching, sucking, burning sex, his balls emptying their contents as he groaned in ecstasy.
The game, such as it was, was abandoned then. Not that it mattered, since Erin was almost certain Tom had been dealing off the bottom anyway.
Since both men had just come, Tom and Mike had the two women sit back on the sofa next to each other. They spread their legs wide, Amanda's left leg actually dropping across Erin's right, then the men crawled in between them, Mike licking Erin's pussy and Tom doing Amanda.
It was bizarre, but her stomach burned at it, turning to watch Tom lick another woman's pussy, then raising her eyes to see Amanda's hunger and excitement.
Side by side, the two women began to grind and hump, their breathing growing hotter and faster as the men licked.
Erin came first, with Mike's tongue slurping furiously at her clit. A minute later, Amanda came as well, humping and crying out her pleasure.
Tom then suggested Amanda shave her pussy hair. She agreed, but demanded Tom do it. So the other two watched as Tom shaved her bald. She was so aroused then that she could hardly keep her fingers away from her pussy, rubbing up and down delightedly. They retreated to the bedroom, all climbing into the king-sized bed. Tom was still setting the pace, and with Mike quickly agreeing, he suggested the two women make love while the men watched. Amanda gasped, but then agreed shyly.
Tom knelt on one side, Mike on the other as Amanda lay on her back and spread her legs wide. She shuddered as Erin crawled over her. Then she settled down, pressing her own soft, warm flesh against Amanda, who slipped her arms around her. Their breasts were crushed together as Erin spread her own legs, sliding her hands around Amanda's head, then leaning in to kiss her deeply.
As the kiss grew more intense, she began to slowly grind her pelvis, rolling her hips, raising and lowering her ass. Then she began to grind her pussy in against Amanda's, her breasts rolling back and forth as well.
Amanda groaned, her hands sliding up and down her back, then following the lines of her body as they stroked over her behind. She dug her fingers into the soft meat there and yanked down, pulling her in harder against her pussy.
"Look at them," Mike gasped. "Man, that's hot!"
Erin felt another, larger hand at her ass, squeezing and slapping it. Then she felt two fingers slip inside her pussy, pressing down against Amanda's cunt. She groaned and humped harder, feeling a hot, liquid pleasure pouring through her body.
Erin humped back harder, the two kissing passionately, tongues swirling and twirling, bodies rolling and bucking in hunger and need.
Amanda stiffened, then began to tremble and shake as an orgasm hit her. Erin continued to grind against her until she slowed her movements, but then, suddenly, she climaxed again, head rolling back, back arching. Again, she settled slowly, then came a third time, moaning and gurgling in pleasure as Erin rubbed her hot pussy down against her.
She came herself finally, jamming her breasts against Erin's hard, round mammaries, rubbing her pussy desperately as Amanda began to come yet again.
After resting briefly, she and Amanda sucked each other's husband hard again, then lay back side by side, drawing their legs up and back as the men thrust into them. The bed bounced and shook to the hard rutting motions as Mike pounded his hips down against her buttocks and Tom thrust deep into Amanda.
Soon, their ankles were pushed back over their heads and each man was thrusting in hard and fast as they came, and it was time to rest again.
Amanda and Erin winked at each other, though, recovering before their men. This time, Erin lay back and Amanda crawled atop her, rubbing their pussies and breasts together until they both came.
They then moved into a sixty-nine, each squeezing the other's soft ass cheeks as they rode their tongues up and down their dripping snatches. Erin pried the blonde's sex open with her thumbs, then sucked on her clitty as Amanda bounced and jerked beneath her. Then it was her turn to come as Amanda licked furiously at her clit.
The watching men became excited again and crawled to either side of the slurping women. Erin saw a pair of hairy legs and then a stiff cock over her head. It pushed down and in against Amanda's pussy even as another one pressed against her own.
It was Tom, and she watched from inches away as he began to fuck the groaning blonde. She licked at his shaft as it slid in and out, then turned her head slightly to lick at Amanda's clitty each time he pulled out.
Amanda began to come again-and again-and again, the woman exited beyond measure by her first experience with wife swapping.
Soon, the cock inside her made Erin come as well, and she humped up against it as Amanda tongued her throbbing, swollen clit.
After this second wife swapping evening, Erin felt oddly different. She felt more sophisticated, more seductive. She had a new roll to her hips when she walked. She found herself thinking of doing even more outrageous things, and found her inhibitions and fears shrinking.
The very next morning, as they sipped their morning coffee, Tom looked over his newspaper at her and cleared his throat.
"By the way, can you get off work tomorrow afternoon."
"Why?"
"Old man Robinson croaked and I have to go to his funeral."
"So?"
"Want to meet me at noon?"
"For the funeral? That doesn't sound very appealing."
"How about in a lewd little hotel just down the street from where you are? Then you can come to the funeral."
"A quickie before the funeral? You dirty young man."
She felt her pussy squeeze down on empty air and rubbed it against the chair.
"Exactly. Then we can go to the funeral and come home and fuck like bunnies."
"Well, now that sounds a little more appealing. I'm not sure I can get the afternoon off, though."
"Try, will you?"
She nodded.
It took some doing, but she did get the afternoon off, and that morning, Tom had made it abundantly clear he had some things planned for that day other than paying his respects for a man he'd described variously as a tightwad, a squirrelly old fart, and a mean-spirited, bitter old jerk.
For one thing he professed tiredness the evening before, and she was suspicious, given how he'd gotten her into a state of frustration before the thing with Neil and Kelly.
Since that day, in fact, she'd found her needs and desires growing as her fantasies became more and more lewd and frequent. There were all kinds of things she'd never really thought of doing, but now was actively considering, and that led to a high level of heat between her legs.
When she saw the things Tom had set out for her to wear to work the next morning, that heat grew even greater.
She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a thrill of sexual arousal. She took a deep breath, then took the easiest first.
That was a lacy black G-string. She'd never worn a G-string in her life. She felt the soft silk caressing her thighs as she pulled it on and up, and felt the narrow back pull up between her buttocks.
Next came the garter belt. She fastened it on easily enough, then pulled on the long black stockings and attached the garters, snapping them in place. Next came the corset, light and lacy black, with cups which lifted her big breasts up and together, almost displaying them rather than protecting.
The top of the corset ended just below her nipples, and they pushed out hungrily, fat and swollen.
She stepped into the black high heels with no difficulty, then examined herself in the mirror. Nobody at work would believe their eyes. They would never believe this was what she was wearing beneath her jacket and skirt.
She turned to pull on her skirt and Tom came into the room. She halted, posing for him, smiling while raising an eyebrow. "Gorgeous," he said. "But there's one thing missing."
"I'll bring the gloves in my briefcase and wear them at lunch."
"That wasn't what I meant."
He handed her a narrow box and smiled.
"I want you to wear this."
She looked at it in surprise, then opened it. Her eyes widened and she giggled. "A dildo?"
She lifted it out of its box, half-amused, half-amazed. It was quite life-like in appearance, very thick, and eight inches long. "Where would you like me to wear this?" she asked with a smile.
"Guess."
Her eyes went wider still.
"You're crazy," she said, her voice shocked but thrilled. "Bend over." "Tom!"
His eyes twinkled, but there was hunger in them.
She swallowed her complaints, then turned and bent over the bed, spreading her legs. He moved behind her, his fingers sliding up and down her pussy through the crotch of the G-string. Then he tugged the crotch aside, baring her naked pussy, and rubbed the head of the dildo against her.
She was already quite moist, and as he pushed in, she felt herself heating up more. The dildo made her pussy lips spread wide, and she gasped, shifting her feet further apart. It slid into her slowly, pushing through her tight pussy tunnel, inch after inch disappearing into her body until just the tip remained.
Then he pressed against that until that too was gone, and her labia closed once more.
He tugged the crotch of her G-string back in place and she stood up slowly.
"You think I'm going to go through the entire morning with this inside me?" she gasped.
"Think how hot you'll be by the time we meet at noon."
"I won't be able to concentrate on anything!"
"You'll have to try."
"Tom!"
"Erin!"
She looked at herself in the mirror again. The idea of wearing the dildo inside her while moving around her colleagues, of carrying on conversations without them having the slightest hint that a dildo was up inside her was just delicious. What a joke to play over them.
"I-I'll try," she gulped. "But I might wind up fucking my boss."
"Just so you fuck me at noon," he said, squeezing her breast.
She blew out a deep breath, then pulled on her blouse and did it up all the way. She slipped her skirt on and buttoned it, then drew on her jacket.
She would have to keep the jacket on, or her nipples would show, especially if they stayed as hard as they were now, but at least there was air conditioning at work.
She felt nervous in the elevator, wondering if anyone could possibly sense the sexual arousal she felt, if the scent of her pussy could waft up to tell them all that she was such a hot, wanton woman that she had a dildo up inside her.
Every movement reminded her of this, and she walked carefully to the car, feeling the base of the dildo pushing against her pubic lips, bending over farther than necessary unlock the door, just so the dildo would twist inside her.
She sat down gingerly in the car, but even so, the seat pushed up against her pussy, which pushed up against the dildo, easing it higher inside her.
It was going to be a long morning, she thought.
She started the car and pulled out of the garage. Every time the car went over a bump, though, she felt a push against her pussy, and the dildo jerked a little inside her.
She arrived at work and pulled her hair back, then hesitated. She tied it off in a loose ponytail, not the tight bun she usually used, and left some bangs falling across the side of her head and her forehead.
Wearing the dark business suit, she then got out of the car, feeling the dildo shift as her body straightened. It was tight inside her, and there was a full sensation as she walked along. She could feel a slickness in her pussy, though, and even as tight as it was, she worried it might fall out.
And wouldn't that shock the people she worked with!
She knew that couldn't happen, that, even without the G-string, her pussy was tight around the dildo, but the idea made her walk carefully.
She thought about going into the bathroom and removing it, but where would she then put it? She could put it in her purse, but then she'd have to watch it like a hawk for fear someone would find it. The same went for her desk.
It was safer where it was, she decided.
She got off the elevator and walked past the receptionists with a nod, then went down the hall and unlocked the door to her small office.
"Erin, Mr. Maxwell wants to see you."
She looked up and saw Jan Bradley and nodded. "Okay. Thanks," she said.
Jan turned and Erin's eyes moved over her body, wondering what she would be like in bed. Then Jan disappeared.
It was impossible not to feel aroused with the dildo inside, her and the thought of what would come at noon, but she tried her best, getting her case files and going up the hall to her boss's office.
The door was open and Barry Jones was already inside talking with Maxwell. Her mind flashed to a two-on-one, with the three of them, then she shook her head and cleared it, trying to keep her mind on business.
"Ah, Erin, come in," Maxwell said. "I'd like you to take on a case. Barry was doing it, but he's got to bow out."
He picked up a case file and tossed it to her. "Name is Ken Fitch. He's a smuggler."
"Drugs?" she said automatically. "Jewels."
She nodded and took the file back to her office, stopping to pick up a coffee on the way, then looked through the file. It was fairly skimpy, and she made a face, then phoned Corrections to make sure he was available for a visit.
She tried to work on some other things, but found it hard to concentrate. She kept squirming in her chair, and with the base of the dildo filling her, her pussy became warmer and wetter around it. Her nipples felt hard and sensitive against the inside of her shirt, and she felt hot, but didn't dare remove her blazer.
Finally, she decided to go down to Corrections and visit Fitch. As usual, the jail guards searched her briefcase, then ran a metal detector over her before letting her into a small spare room. There was nothing in it but a small table and four chairs.
She waited for a minute, then the door was opened and Fitch was brought in.
Her mind started to hum the moment she saw him, but it had been humming a lot that morning. Fitch was placed in a chair across from her, with one hand handcuffed to the table, then the guard left and closed the door.
She had been alone with male prisoners many times before, but today she felt her insides purring like a cat as she gazed across the table at him and tried to keep her face expressionless.
"You're representing yourself, Mr. Fitch?"
"Yes," he said. "I don't intend to waste my money on some bloody lawyer, nor will I trust my future to some novice half a year out of law school."
Fitch was a slim man, but with a handsome face and glinting blue eyes, and she was instantly attracted to him. He had a thick Australian accent, as well, and she licked her lips mentally.
"I've been given your case. I'm assistant district attorney Kingston."
His eyes looked her up and down briefly and approvingly.
"Well, ain't I the lucky one."
"Yes. You are. I'd like to make you a deal."
"You would, would you?"
"Yes, I want the jewels."
"Fond of jewels, you lasses."
"We certainly are. According to this file, there were two very valuable diamonds stolen with the rest of the jewels you were caught smuggling. We want to know where they are."
"I'm sure you would, lass. They'd look lovely on you."
"In return, I'll let you plead to something minor that will have you out of jail in no time."
"Such as?"
She shrugged and smiled. "Nine, ten years."
"I don't think so."
"With your record, you could wind up with twenty."
"In an American prison? I think not, my dear. Twenty years sentence in America means you get at least two full meals before you're eligible for parole." He leaned forward and winked. "And parole boards love me."
"God knows why." She rolled her eyes.
"It's the women, y'see. They think I'm sexy."
"You?" She snorted.
"Oh, I am. Come on, honey, don't tell me you wouldn't like a roll in the sack with me."
"You couldn't handle me, pal," she said.
He grinned wolfishly.
"I would love to handle you, honey."
"I've heard that before."
"I'm sure you have."
"So, what kind of a deal would you like?"
He grinned again. "Say two years, and give me a lap dance."
"A lap dance, huh?"
He grinned. "You don't have to strip completely, of course. Just doff the skirt."
"You're a sexist pig."
She squeezed her pussy down around the dildo.
"I know. So what do you say?"
"Ten years, and maybe I'll give you a kiss."
He smirked.
"Three and a blow job."
"Dirty-minded pig."
She smiled coolly, then unbuttoned her blazer and let her arm pull it open. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest, and the easily visible nipple pushing out against her blouse. His eyes widened and he licked his lips.
"Now, that looks inviting," he growled.
"I haven't invited you to anything yet, honey," she said. "I might take five years with that lap dance."
She ran her tongue along her lower lip, then fingered the top button of her blouse. It popped open, and he swallowed, staring. She fingered the next button, and that opened, too.
She felt her heart pounding and her pussy throbbing. She didn't know how far she was going to go with this, but wanted him badly. The dildo was a hot, pulsing live thing inside her.
Her creamy cleavage appeared as her blouse parted, and he growled softly.
"Now, Mr. Fitch, I'm sure we can make a better deal than that," she purred, sliding another button out of its hole.
Her blouse parted further, and he saw the black corset and then her nipples.
"Wow," he said, jaw dropping as he stared at her.
She spread the blouse open and he jerked forward, brought up short by his handcuff.
"I didn't say you could touch," she said with a smile.
"You're a real cock-tease, honey," he said.
"I know. I can do a lot with cocks, not just tease them." She inhaled deeply and her breasts thrust out against the corset.
"You always dress like that at work."
"Always," she breathed.
She stood up, then leaned forward across the table. Her breasts thrust out at him and he whistled as he gaped. "like what you see, honey."
"Oh, yeah."
She smiled, her insides melting, her chest feeling like electricity was crackling through it. She straightened, then turned to one side, lifting her leg and putting her foot on the back of another chair. She bent forward and slid her hands down to her knee, where the hem of her skirt was, then eased it up slowly, taking the hem with it.
She drew the skirt up to where her garter was, then higher still, turning her hip, then easing the dress up to her hip. She half-turned, exposing a round bare ass, then slid her hand up and down against it.
"I love women who wear G-strings," he growled.
"Don't all men?" she asked, smiling.
She let her leg down and turned her back to him, lifting her skirt up and rolling her hips. She felt like a tramp, but loved it. She felt wild and sluttish, and crazy.
"Bet you'd like to get your hands on this" she teased, her ass grinding back slowly.
"Oh, yeah! Would I ever!"
She giggled, then turned around. She eased the skirt down below her crotch, then slipped a finger beneath and tugged the crotch of her G-string aside.
"So, how about it, baby?" she whispered. "Eight years?"
"You're just teasing me anyway," he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Am I?"
She bore down on the dildo, pushing it outwards. She felt the base slowly pushing her pussy lips out and apart, and spread her legs further.
"Think I'm really just teasing?"
She pushed down harder, and the dildo eased out of her. She felt it against her fingers and grabbed it with thumb and forefinger, then pulled it down and out.
His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged as he saw the thick pink dildo glistening wetly in her hands.
"Holy shit!"
She lifted the dildo up, giving him a leer as she slid it between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts together around it as she pumped it in and out, then bent over, kissing the head.
"Ah, uh, four years," he gulped.
She felt a deep heat between her legs and moved forward, pushing his chair back with her foot, then straddling it and sitting in his lap. He stared at her breasts, then reached up with his one free hand, fingers trembling slightly as he pushed them against the firm, warm flesh.
"Tell me where the diamonds are, Kenny," she whispered, breathing into his ear.
She caught his wrist, pushing it back, and ground herself down on his crotch, feeling his rock-hard erection beneath her.
"Do you want me, baby?" she whispered.
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Tell me where the diamonds are."
"They...they're in the false bottom of my shoes!" he blurted before burying his face in her breasts.
"The ones you were wearing when you were arrested?"
He moaned and nodded, squeezing one breast as he licked and suckled on the other.
She smiled and stroked his hair, then reached down to undo his pants, pulling his cock up and out and rubbing it against her belly.
"Eight years," she whispered.
"N-n-nooo," he gasped.
She rose slightly, easing her skirt up enough to get his cock under it and rubbed the head up and down the moist, warm lips of her pussy.
"Okay! Okay!" he cried.
She sank down on him, groaning in delight as his thick meat pushed up through the soft heat of her body.
It felt so good to have him inside her, she just clung to him and trembled for long seconds. Then she took several deep breaths and began to roll and grind her hips.
There was just no comparing a dildo and a real cock, she thought, her leg muscles straining now as she began to pull herself upwards.
Fitch continued sucking desperately on her breasts as she rose and fell again and again. Her insides were dripping, and she could feel the slickness of his cock as she rode it, could feel her heaving stomach as it fluttered with glee around the pumping tool. It felt like an itch she'd been longing to scratch had finally been satisfied, and she grabbed his shoulders and hung on as she rode faster and faster, gasping and moaning, her buttocks slapping down on his thighs as she took his cock into her with frantic need. She came with a crescendo of sensory bliss, burying her face in his neck, chewing and sucking on his throat to keep from screaming out loud, her pussy milking his cock of every drop of juice as her insides burned with ecstasy.
She slid off him then, staggering back against the table. She picked up the dildo, then shoved it back inside her, gasping and panting at the still simmering heat within her body. She tugged the crotch of the G-string back in place, smoothed her clothes, then moved back to her chair.
Fitch looked dazedly down at the table, groaning. "Eight years it is," she said, feeling like a wild slut and wondering where her self-control had gone. He groaned in response.
CHAPTER SEX
Screwing Fitch was an insane thing to do. Someone could have walked in on them, and where would that have put her?
He would almost certainly tell everyone about it, but few would believe. Still, it was insane, and before her introduction to Neil and Kelly, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing it.
Well, she might have dreamed of it, but she never would have done it.
Now, though, with every new sexual experiment she felt bolder and wilder and less caring of consequences. Fucking Neil had been a breakthrough moment for her. Doing the same to Kelly had been just as wild. Even doing it in the elevator had been a shock. She felt her inhibitions melting away with every passing day, and wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Sooner or later this new Erin Kingston would be noticed by friends and co workers, and she doubted they would think her much of an improvement.
But her mind was filled with all manner of wild things she wanted to try, almost all of them involving some risk or another. An orgy! Imagine being at an orgy! With Kelly and Neil and Amanda and Mike, they would have enough. Wasn't six enough people? Of course Amanda and Kelly didn't get along, but, surely, she could do something about that.
The mere thought of going to an orgy was enough to make her pussy steam. But there were other things as well, all of them cluttering her mind as they fought for interest.
Certainly, she had no intention of going back to the ordinary sex she had with Tom. It hadn't been bad, of course, but it just didn't compare to the thrill she was getting from doing such...forbidden, wicked things.
A two-on-one, Tom had said. Perhaps a three-on-one, or a five-on-one. Maybe even she would like to try a gang bang like Kelly had. She thought about having all the men in the office gathered around her on a bed, her wearing a mask so they couldn't see her face. They would all think she was some wild whore, maybe someone paid, a prostitute. They'd never imagine in a million years it was her.
Decent, moral ladies didn't act like that, after all, nor respectable attorneys.
But maybe she was tired of being respectable, maybe she wanted to wear leather and short skirts and act like a slut!
She wondered what Tom would do if she showed up for the funeral in a leather miniskirt
She had bought a miniskirt once, years ago, but had been scandalized by it and could never bring herself to wear it outside. She'd tossed it away a few months later.
Now, she felt like going shopping and buying a whole new wardrobe, all of scandalous, exciting, seductive clothing that would make men stare.
On the other hand, she thought wryly, her normal office attire would pass quite well at a funeral.
She met Tom in the lobby of the hotel, a hotel which was less than impressive, as far as she was concerned.
The meeting was odd, though, and unexpected. For one thing, he shook her hand.
"You're Erin?" he asked, his voice loud.
She stared at him in confusion.
"Uhm, yeah," she said.
"Two hundred dollars. Right?"
He handed her two hundred dollar bills and smiled.
"I got a room already. Let's go upstairs. I don't have a lot of time."
She blinked in confusion, then her jaw dropped as he pulled her towards the elevator.
"I hope you're worth this much," he said.
"You're getting a bargain, buster," she replied.
The elevator doors closed and she slapped his chest.
"You bastard!" she said in delight.
"Maybe you'll get some customers when you walk out," he said with a leer.
"Serve you right if I accept them. And I'm keeping this!" she said, holding up the bills, then shoving them into her purse. "Well, then you really better be worth it."
"Worth it? Would you give up a couple of diamonds worth a half a million dollars for two minutes with me?"
"Ah, no, I wouldn't."
"What about several years of your life?'
"You're good, baby, but..."
"Well, for your information, a man did just that this morning." She was slightly nervous telling him at first, but when it became obvious he was more excited by what she'd done than jealous, she relaxed.
In fact, he made her play out the whole thing for him as he sat at a little table in the hotel room, watching as she exposed her breasts, slid her skirt up, then eased the dildo out from beneath.
"You did that? God!" he gasped.
"He never knew what hit him," she said proudly.
"But won't he tell?"
"Who'd believe him?"
"You little slut!"
"You bet," she said smugly.
"You owe me for that!"
"Owe you?" she purred, sliding her naked breasts against his chest. "Oh, yeah."
He stood up, then took her hand and led her to the bathroom. A massage table had been placed inside, filling the room.
"Oho! So this is what you had planned," she said with a smirk. "Yes. I was going to give you a massage to relieve all the tension you'd gotten all morning long, but now that you've taken care of the problem, I think I'm the one who deserves the massage."
"I thought it was a washing?"
"It's both. Soap up, soap lady."
"Soap lady," she said with a snort.
"I thought you didn't have much time, mister," she said.
"I'll make time, baby."
They both stripped, then he lay down on his stomach on the low table. Erin climbed past and stood in the bathtub, tied her hair up, then let the shower play over her body for a minute before soaping herself up. She rubbed layer after layer of soap over herself, then stepped carefully out of the tub, carrying the soap. She leaned over him, feeling a hot, moist ache in the pit of her belly, then poured some hot water over his shoulders. Her soapy hand followed, sliding lightly along his skin.
She poured more water, a trail of it going down his spine and then over his behind, then straddled the bench and sat down, rubbing her soapy behind against his, rolling it from side to side, and pouring the rest of the water over his back.
"This is kinky," she said, giggling.
She let herself slide slowly up his back, then back again before leaning forward and pressing her big breasts against him. She rubbed them up and down as her hands stroked along his ribs, then up over his arms.
Her body moved back and forth, sliding easily on the slick soap. Her breasts formed themselves to his firm back, sliding back and forth, being squeezed one way, then the other, caressed by his soapy body as the nipples sizzled and burned.
Her legs were spread, her bare pussy rubbing against his body, the soap making the sensation delicious. Her blood raced as her hands moved down his shoulders and arms, squeezing his biceps, and she slid her breasts up against the back of his neck, squeezing them around him.
She stood up, her feet bracing herself, and slid her crotch up his spine, up against his shoulders, then up along his neck, rubbing herself there, giggling, her fingers rubbing at his temples before she slid herself backwards.
She reached beneath him and felt his hardness, her fingers stroking against it.
"No fair cheating," he said. "You don't get to touch that until I roll over."
"Roll over then," she panted.
"You haven't done my legs yet."
She sniffed, then slid down along his legs, then bent, letting the sides of her arms squeeze her breasts together as she slid them along his leg, the nipples sparking like live electric wires as they moved against his dry flesh.
She slid down off the bench, rubbing her breasts against his feet and ankles, and he rolled over, almost sitting up to watch as she smirked at him.
He wiggled his toes between her breasts, and she stood, letting his foot slide down her belly and between her legs. He rubbed at her bare cleft with his big toe, and she spread her legs and sighed in pleasure.
"Toe fucking. There's a new concept," he said.
She filled up the cup with hot water and straddled him, walking forward before sitting down on his crotch.
"I don't think there's anything new except maybe to us," she said, pouring the water over her breasts as she rubbed them with her hand, feeling the soap going instantly slippery again as the water splashed down her belly and onto his crotch and stomach. She dropped the cup and leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against him as she rode her pussy back and forth against his crotch.
His hands came up around her and squeezed her soapy ass, their lips meeting at last as the thrill of the unique game made her body tingle with desire.
"Do you...know what I want to do?" he panted.
"I think so," she groaned, nibbling on his ear lobe and chewing along the nape of his neck.
"I doubt it."
One of his fingers rubbed at her wrinkled little anal opening, then pushed against it. She gasped, raising her head and staring at him as his fingers squirmed down into her ass-hole.
"Tommy!"
He leered up at her, the tip easing into her to the first joint, then the second. She wiggled uncertainly, feeling the oddity of his finger inside her ass, feeling it wiggle deeper.
"You have a fantastic ass," he whispered. "I want to fuck you there."
She had never even considered doing something like that. And he had never asked, perhaps knowing what her reaction would have been.
But now-now things were different, and the fluttering sexual need within her was founded on wickedness, outrageousness and daring, on doing new things that made her think of herself as a wild, wanton woman.
"You bastard," she whispered.
His finger pushed into her to the knuckle and twisted inside her, pressing this way and that. She gasped as it slid back, then pushed forward again.
"An ass like yours needs a cock in it, Erin. Do you know how many times I've looked at your ass and wished I could shove my prick into it? Do you know how many men have stared at this perfect ass over the years and imagined themselves buried to the balls inside it?"
His words were hypnotic, depraved, and deliciously scandalous. They made her think of legions of men watching her ass and fantasizing about doing her there.
His finger pumped slowly in and out and she groaned, rubbing her pussy against him.
"All...right," she gasped.
"Not like this!" he panted, sitting up, squeezing her, pulling her chest in against his and kissing her deeply.
He pushed her back, then got up, turning her around. She knelt on the bench, her ass raised, quivering inside her as he moved behind and slid his hands over her ass. He cupped her pussy and rubbed his hand against it, then hesitated.
"I thought about it another way," he whispered. "All the times I dreamed about doing you in the ass."
She rose and turned to look at him, and he grinned and helped her off the bench, then into the tub.
"In the tub?"
"Yeah."
He pushed her against the wall, her breasts flattening against the hard tiles and pillowing out. Her arms rose and widened and she spread her legs as he rubbed his erection up and down between her buttocks.
"God, you're sexy!" he whispered, his hands moving along her body.
She shuddered as she felt his finger push slowly up into her ass, then pump in and out. It pulled back, and she felt both his hands, fingers spread, stroking and caressing her ass. She giggled nervously, rolling her hips and pushing her ass back at him. He slapped it and she yelped, then giggled again.
His finger probed inside, sliding back and forth fairly easily. It was a new sensation, and she sighed, pressing herself harder against the wall, rubbing her breasts against it as he added a second finger. A moment later, the fingers came out and she felt something much larger pushing against her.
She braced herself, trying to relax her muscles, feeling the pressure mounting against her ass-hole as his cock pushed harder and harder. She felt herself spreading open, gasped as his cockhead pushed into her. There was no actual pain, just a strained sensation as he pushed deeper.
"God, you're tight," he whispered.
He eased in only a couple of inches, then stopped and pulled back. He was patient, and every time her ass clamped down, he halted and then eased back, giving her time to adjust. As his cock moved deeper, she felt a kind of cramping and fullness inside her. "Oohhh!" she gasped, spreading her legs more.
"You like that?"
"It feels...funny."
"Don't laugh."
She giggled, then gasped as he pushed several more inches up her ass.
"Oh, that's deep!" she gasped.
"More to come, baby," he said, kissing the nape of her neck. His hands slid over her ass, then up her sides to slide between her breasts and the wall. His fingers squeezed and stroked her swollen breasts, sliding through the thick layer of soap to pinch and roll her outraged nipples.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me in the ass!"
He thrust forward again and she gasped as a cramp bit into her stomach, then she felt his balls up against her buttocks and moaned in excitement, realizing she had almost his entire cock buried in her ass.
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I can't believe your whole cock is in my ass!"
"Not all of it."
He eased slowly back and pumped in and out, then thrust in until his balls were pressed up hard against the underside of her buttocks. She groaned and writhed against the wall, feeling impaled on his stiff cock, her insides twisting and tumbling as she arched her back.
"Oh! Oh!"
"Yeah!"
"It's all inside me."
"Every fucking inch!"
She gasped and shuddered, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling his stiff cock deep inside her. She was breathing in short, sharp gasps as his fingers worked her nipples.
Then he began to roll his hips, grinding them into her ass, twisting the cock around inside its tight passage as she whimpered and gasped.
He let her anal muscles get used to his size, then began to pump. His hands slid up from her breasts, squeezing against the backs of her hands, fingers entwined against the wall, then his hips started to work in and out, his cock pumping inside her rectum.
At first, he moved slowly, but as her muscles relaxed he picked up the pace, sliding easily through the tight, slippery anal tube, the soap easing the way as his hips began to slap against her wet, soapy buttocks. His body crushed her against the wall as he jammed himself deep and ground himself against her.
Her breasts burned and ached and throbbed, and she moaned in delight, pushing her ass back while rubbing her breasts even harder against the tiles.
His cock pumped faster still, then his hands came down her arms, one sliding around her to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, and the other sliding down her belly, two fingers extended, searching out her clitty.
"Oh!" she gasped.
He started rubbing at her clitoris in time to his thrusts, and she bucked back frantically, gasping for breath as the sexual storm overtook her and howled through her mind. Her ass-hole spasmed and squeezed and she slammed herself back against his plunging cock, gasping and crying out in pleasure as the fiery sex heat blew through her aching body.
His hands jerked down, gripping the insides of her thighs, muscles bunching as he jerked her legs up and wide, slamming his cock even deeper, lifting her to her toes as his balls exploded and he poured thick, creamy wads of juice up into Erin's burning ass-hole.
She would have liked to have more time, but they were due at the funeral. Tom wanted her to keep the dildo up inside her but, thinking of those hard benches at church, she put it into her purse instead.
That was just as well, because Tom decided to hide her G-string, and it wasn't until after they left the hotel that he told her he'd left it in the hotel's nightstand.
"Let the poor schmuck who opens that drawer see what he's missing," he said.
The funeral was as boring as she'd thought it would be. All the younger lawyers and their wives did their best to act mournful in front of the senior partners, dour old men, for the most part, and nobody that she could see really cared much for the recently deceased.
While Tom made small talk with the other lawyers she looked around at the people, and her eyes focused in on a young brunette leaning against a tree. She was a petite young woman, with shoulder-length brown hair and a cynical look on her small face. Erin guessed her to be about twenty.
She was dressed in tight black jeans, black running shoes, a black tank top and a black blazer, and was carefully examining her nails.
When Tom was free, she poked him in the side and nodded towards the young woman.
"Who's that?' she asked.
"Oh her. That's Nicole...Nicky, the old man's granddaughter. She's a university student, pre-law."
"She's...pretty."
"Very pretty. Half the guys in the office would love to get into her pants. But she has this attitude...actually, the attitude is half of why everyone wants to get her."
"What kind of attitude?"
"She's got a really high IQ, and tends to mock people a lot. She has this look...it's like rolling your eyes at someone, only without rolling them, if you can figure out what I mean. Anyway, she's been known to send people running with red faces just from a look. She makes fun of people a lot. She can be a real bitch."
"She works at the office?"
"Part-time. She's a law clerk. I suppose she's not a total bitch. I haven't really had much trouble with her. But she can really cut you down if she figures you're dorky or stupid."
"And you haven't had trouble with her?" She stared at him in surprise, and he glared.
She laughed and turned to look at the young woman again. Nicole turned at the same time and their eyes met. Nicole raised her eyebrows and smirked a little, but Erin didn't turn her face away. She just smiled slightly, knowingly for several seconds, then deepened her smile and looked away.
"Would you like to do her?" she asked softly.
"You kidding? I'd love to give it to her. I'd love to do her in the ass, too, snotty little punk."
"You make it sound like sex is a punishment," she said.
"Well...no, that's not what I mean," he said in confusion. She sniffed, not replying. She knew exactly what he meant. like a lot of men, he thought screwing a woman was conquering her. He might not think it consciously, but it was there.
She wondered if he'd think the same if he'd seen Fitch earlier that morning in the interview room.
She turned back to see the young woman looking at her, and smiled. Nicole turned away, then drew on a pair of narrow sunglasses and lit a cigarette.
"She's just so cool," she said with a grin.
"Yeah, well, they all think that in college."
"I wonder if she's ever had a woman."
He laughed and shook his head. "You've had one afternoon with a woman and you've become an expert?"
"Well...not an expert," she said, frowning.
"Don't even try her. She'll cut you to ribbons with her sharp tongue."
"I'm thinking she could put that tongue to better use," she said.
He rolled his eyes and led her on to another small group of lawyers.
They went inside the church, for the funeral service. Nicole sat solemnly at the front of the church next to a middle-aged man Erin presumed was her father.
Afterwards was more gossip and chatting with lawyers outside, then Tom motioned her towards the parking lot as everyone started for their cars.
"Over here."
He pointed at a limousine. She eyed him in surprise.
"I rented one. It's a long boring drive to the cemetery. Besides, I figured it would look respectful to the senior partners."
"Brown-nose."
"Inside, brat."
She smiled at the chauffeur, who smiled back, eyes flicking briefly up and down.
The man was tall and well-built, his black skin gleaming in the sunshine as he held the door. She felt a sudden shock hit her belly as she thought about having sex with a black man, about a thick, gleaming black cock sliding into her pussy, or into her mouth. She immediately knew it was going to be something she would have to try.
The man closed the door behind them and she watched him walk around the car.
"I just had this incredibly horny thought," she whispered. "About fucking the chauffeur?"
She grinned and he laughed.
"I've never done a black man."
"Honey, you've never done anyone but me, up until the last little while anyway. Yeah, I think I'd like to see you with a black guy, too.
The chauffeur got in front of them and he stopped talking. Erin looked around the car curiously, leaned forward and pressed a button. A clear window slid up from the back of the seat in front of them, shutting them off from the front. She pressed it again and it slid down.
The chauffeur eyed them in the mirror and she caught his eyes with hers, looking back brazenly until he moved his eyes away. "Don't play with things, honey," Tom said, a little embarrassed.
She turned and grinned at him. "That's not what you usually say," she said coyly.
She pressed another button and a darkened glass slid up between the chauffeur and them.
"Oh, cool. He can't see us?"
"Uh, I don't think so. But you should put it down. He might think we're being rude."
"Maybe he thinks we're doing something naughty," she said, leaning forward.
"I can see through this. Maybe he can, too."
"It's made so you can see through it a little, but he can't from his side."
"You sure?"
"Positive. What are you thinking?" he asked suspiciously. She grinned and slouched down, sliding her skirt up her legs. "You're crazy," he said, grinning.
"I know."
She raised it above her hips, spreading her legs, staring at the back of the chauffeur's head. "You sure he can't see."
"Yes."
"I almost wish he could."
She slid her hand into her crotch rubbing at her pussy as she stared at the chauffeur.
"I can always lower it if you want."
She giggled, then leaned forward, unbuttoning her shirt. She opened it and pressed her breasts against the glass before Tom pulled her back.
"Just because he can't see you doesn't mean someone coming alongside us might not!" he said.
She laughed out loud, then buttoned her shirt again and slid her skirt down. She pressed the button and the glass slid back into the seat.
As before, the chauffeur looked at her in the mirror. She winked and grinned, and he looked away.
"He probably thinks you're nuts," Tom whispered in her ear. They drove on to the cemetery, then got out and gathered by the grave, listening to a Bishop say nice things about the man, looking suitably solemn for the partners and other lawyers there. Erin leaned over and pressed her mouth to Tom's ear.
"I wonder what it'd be like to make it in a coffin," she whispered, her tongue shooting out briefly, then coming back as she pulled her lips away.
He turned and gave her a reproachful look, then tried to look solemn again.
She reached up and squeezed his behind and he knocked her hand down.
She sighed, bored, and looked away, then frowned as she saw Nicole walking back up the street.
"Why is she leaving?" she whispered, pointing.
He turned and looked, then shrugged. "She's always having arguments with her parents. Probably had as much of them as she could take today.
After the service, Tom wanted to hang around again, but she led him quickly to the limo, which then pulled out and headed back to town.
"What were you in such a hurry for?" he demanded.
She winked and he grinned.
"Oh. You never stop, do you?"
"Nope. Not lately."