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All of the "Pisces" series are true stories that have happened to me.
I decided to share my experiences freely and you are welcome to 
distribute them as much as you like. I have found that true erotic 
stories are much more of a turn-on than fantasies, and since I have
enjoyed jerking off to many other peoples' recollections, I felt it
only fair that I should put something back!

I am always happy to receive email at pisces_uk@hotmail.com.

This one happened to me when I was a young shop assistant in an 
electrical shop. I was always the last person to leave as I worked the 
last half an hour before locking up.

She was, I suppose, about thirty. And I groaned as she started browsing
the shop shortly before closing time. The policy was that the customer
in the shop could stay as long as he or she liked if they were in 
before closing time. At 5.30, I walked the the front door and dropped
the latch to prevent anyone else from entering. As I passed her, I 
noticed her strong, heady perfume. I also noticed that her trousers
were tight enough to show that she had a nice bottom. Perhaps I didn't
mind staying a litle longer!

"Are you waiting to lock up?" she asked.

"Oh, that's OK," I said "do you need any help?"

She ferreted around in her shopping back and I was able to admire that 
lovely backside a little better. Eventually, she pulled out a small
plastic box of slides. 

"Do you sell slide viewers?."

We did, I found a slide viewer and unpacked it to show her. I put some
batteries in and asked if we should try it.

"I'm not sure if you're old enough!" she smiled, and handed me the box.

By now, I had directed her to a chair and sat down beside her. I
placed the first slide in the viewer and pressed it in until the light
on - and gasped. The slide was of her - wearing only some sort of
see-through negligee and black panties. I passed her the viewer and she
looked too.

"It's my first set," she said "do I look OK?"

"Err, yes you look lovely," I stammered, feeling an sharp tingle in my
groin. She put another slide in, took a look, and passed the viewer
back to me. I looked - she was certainly an amateur, but she had a nice
body and gorgeous brown nipples which looked as hard as thimbles.

My mouth was becoming very dry. She loaded up another slide. And 
another. And another. I needed a drink. I offered her coffee. We
drank coffee. The slide show continued. Since she obviously wanted me
to see them, I lingered longer and longer over each slide. My cock
strained inside my trousers. I had often enjoyed poring over erotic
photos, but always alone. And here I was, sitting next to the woman
in the photos, inhaling her perfume. It was just breathtakingly
exciting, yet I felt I couldn't show my true feelings - I wanted to
take them somewhere quiet where I could massage my aching cock - not
sit there trying to hide my excitement.

We had another coffee. We started to talk, having looked at all of the
slides.

"So come on then - what do you really think? Am I just making a fool
of myself or would guy's like them?"

"Oh, they're great - where are they being published?"

"Well, nowhere yet - I thought I would try some men's magazines - what
do you think?"

"Well I'd buy a copy!"

"Oh, you're just saying that!"

"No really. Anyway - don't you feel embarrassed - I mean, stripping off
in front of strangers?"

"No - you should try it - it feels really good"

"Oh I don't think I could" But I was intrigued by the thought of it!

"I suppose I might like it - I don't know", I said.

Then she made me the offer.

"If you take off your clothes, so will I." she announced.

Well, somehow, like in one of those out of body experiences, we walked
upstairs into the stockroom. She stood facing me about 8 feet away and 
took off her jacket. As if in a dream, I removed my tie and shirt and
shoes and socks. I shivered. She removed her trousers and top. Then I
removed my trousers and stood there in my briefs, shaking.

She removed her bra, and those gorgeous pert dark nipples stood to 
attention for me, just as they had on the slides.

"Come on then" she said.

Although I had had a raging hard on earlier, in the cold of the stock
room, I imagined the my cock had shrunk to a pathetic size.

"It's so cold - I'm going to look really small" I protested.

"Nonsense" she said "just go for it!"

I pulled down my briefs. It looked shrivelled and cold and my balls
had drawn themselves up. I felt pathetic.

"There's nothing wrong with that," she said and slipped off her
panties.

She had a mousy brown bush that was neatly trimmed. I stared.

"I wish it wasn't so cold - I'm ashamed for you to see it like that"
I said.

"Here, let me warm it up for you"

She walked over to me and gently cupped my balls in one hand and
rubbed my frozen dick with the other. The effect was almost instant.
Warm life flowed back into my tackled and my dick was soon swelling
gratefully. She continued to caress my hardening cock and swelling
balls gently with both hands. Electricity flowed through my groin and
my knees went weak. I leaned on her for support and looked down at her
breasts. I was utterly fascinated with the way she was handling me - 
like she was handling a precious item of great value. She worked my 
foreskin back in tiny, expert movements and ticked the underside of
my knob with her fingers. I allowed my hand to slide down her back and 
touched her soft buttocks and felt the smoothness of her skin with my 
fingertips.

All too soon, I felt a deep surge from within my loins. As I reached 
my climax, I had to hold on to her for support. Then it came, great
hot spurts of cum that felt as like they would never end splattered
noisily onto cardboard packing boxes. Skillfully, she massaged the area
between my balls and my anus as if to carress every last glorious spurt
of the stuff from my grateful aching balls.

All too soon, the spurting stopped and she squeezed the last drops out 
onto the end of my dick and then looked up at me.

"Better?" she asked with a grin.

Better? I couldn't recall ever having an orgasm as powerful as that. I
was numb with pleasure.

We sat down on the carpet and smoked a cigarette.

Soon, my cock was coming back to life and I felt that she had been left
out. I told her so. She had be gently fingering herself while we were 
smoking and as she put her cigarette out she said "well you'd better
do something about it then!"

She turned and put her hands onto a large box and thrust that gorgeous
arse towards me. I could see her moist pussy lips and I suddenly felt
another surge in my cock.

"Fuck me as hard as you can!"

It wasn't a request.

I grasped my stiffening cock and pushed it between those lips. She 
wiggled her bum to get a comfortable angle. I pushed myself right in
up to the hilt. Her cunt felt hot and tight around my member.

"Fuck me hard" she demanded.

I didn't need telling again. I began to thrust my cock deep and hard
into that glorious twat. It felt good because I had already cum once
and didn't need to worry about control.

"Harder" she moaned.

I was ramming her so hard I was frightened I was going to hurt her.
My balls were banging into her, and I could feel juice from her pussy
running down my sac. She moaned and panted and pleaded for me to ram
her harder. She was grasping at her nipples with one hand but I needed
both hands on her arse so that I could ram my cock home without 
knocking her of balance.

Eventually, a shudder went through her whole body and I felt her cunt
grip my cock with the force of her climax and I continued to thrust
as hard as I could for a little longer before slowing down to a gentler
pace.

"Have you come yet," she asked as she caught her breath.

"Not yet," I replied. I continued with a gentle movement as I used
her warm wet pussy to caress my hard cock.

I reached under her to caress her lower belly.

"Don't do that" she said "I really need to pee"

"But I really want to shoot my load inside you" I complained. I really
didn't want to pull out, even for a second. My thrusting became more
purposeful.

"I don't think I can hold it any longer"

"Well don't then, I don't care" I gasped.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" she said.

I began to thrust again. This time, I was no longer caring about
anything apart from using her body as a fuck hole for my aching cock.
I started to thrust deeper and deeper. With slow, deliberate strokes,
grinding my pubic bone into her quim. She started to moan again and
then panting, she headed for another climax. This one was bigger than
the first, and as she shuddered, she lost control and her hot wetness 
spurted around my bollocks and ran down my legs.

The feeling was so gloriously dirty that I climaxed hard and fucked
her even harder. We were both hot and wet and I certainly didn't care.
I just kept on fucking her until there was nothing left in me.

Pisces


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