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Once upon A time..
By:
teaseme@askrogue.com
It really hasn't been all that long, but you see, men have a
short attention span, and they need constant reminding. Especially
concerning things like these.
I am, of course, a healthy woman with a healthy appetite for
most of the finer things in life. I think you'll find that most people
categorize "good sex" as one of the finer things in life, and I'll admit to
a partiality to it that borders on the obsession that a gourmet chef takes
in the creation of his most delectable dessert.
Anyway..as I had said, it really hadn't been all that long, less
than a year or so since the last..er.incident. I'm not really a slut. Not
really. I behave very properly when the occasion warrants it. Just,
sometimes, things get out of hand. Don't they?
It was the end of winter. And it had been one hell of a cold,
snowy, miserable winter too. This was one of the first really warm days we'd
had, the temps finally reached 60 degrees. The last of the snow lay melting
on the dead gray grass; exposing a season's worth of dog shit that the rain
had yet to wash away. I kicked viciously at a small hump of brown snow that
still lined the roadside. What a day. Work had been a soul sucking drain.
Still, it was Friday, and I calculated the probability that I could coax my
baby out to the bar for a couple of drinks to soften him up before I lured
him home to screw his brains out. A chilly drip of water snaked down my neck
from the ice still melting off the roof, and I grit my teeth against a curse
as my key jammed in the lock. (Sigh) I really needed to get laid.
The handle jiggled under my hand and the door opened. "Need a
hand"? That's my guy, always right there where I need him, anticipating my
every desire. He takes my packages from me, and leads the way into the
house. After the obligatory: "how was your day? It sucked, yeah mine too",
he gives me a steamy kiss and sends me off to the shower.
Lingering in the shower, I feel myself come somewhat more alive,
and begin exploring some thoughtlessly sexy notion while lathering all sorts
of parts. The door opens, and I smile as I contemplate a remarkably sensual
"rinse" to end my shower. "Hey, Babe?" my lover speaks, and I breathlessly
answer: "Yes, Darling"? He hears my teasing tone and peeks around the shower
door. He reaches out and twirls a nipple while I chuckle and shake my
shoulders, causing my rather large breasts to bobble. "Some of the guys are
coming over tonight, I thought we'd order some pizza, drink some beer, and
play some pool.." He trails off. My face must have showed my disappointment.
"Okay", I drawled and turned to rinse. Quickly reconfiguring my nefarious
plans, I reasoned I could get him drunk and into bed faster if he didn't
need to drive anywhere. "But you'll be missing out on this" I said,
thrusting my ass out toward him. I stretched and posed under the pulsing
spray, my back to him, enjoying teasing him, until.SMACK! I whipped around,
that had stung just the tiniest bit and I wasn't going to let him get away
with anything. Too late, he had already gone. His diabolical chuckle floated
back to me. "I don't think I'll be missing out on anything", he purred.
"They'll be here soon. I thought you'd appreciate me bringing you some clean
clothes. Of course, if you really want to go naked, I doubt anyone would
mind".
The door closed softly. I rinsed quickly and shut the water off.
Reaching for a towel, I glanced at the clothes he had left on the hamper, my
mind racing madly. Sometimes my guy had a loose definition of "clothing",
but he seemed to be on the sunny side of decency. I had a pair of lacy
boy-short thongs; matching bra, a white cotton crop top and a pair of old
denim shorts. As I switched on the hair dryer, I heard the stereo start up.
I couldn't quite hear the song playing, but the bass drummed deep.
Dressing, I heard the doorbell ring, the dog bark. Male laughter
and the clink of beer bottles as the men made their way down the hall toward
the bar room. With one last look in the mirror, I saw that my nipples are
still hard and peaking up through my cotton shirt. I grinned and stuck my
tongue out at them.
Entering the bar, I savored the sight of my guy bending over to
make a shot at the pool table. His long blond hair sung loose across his
shoulder as he sank his shot. His jeans snug on his hips with just the hint
of a bulge at his crotch made my mouth water for a minute. "You Cock Sucker"
!
Startled, my gaze swung to the stranger who had uttered my very
thought that stood laughing in my bar. Belatedly, I glanced around at the
other people in the bar. Guys that my husband worked with, that I had drunk
with many times before, those I all knew. Exchanging pleasantries, I
sashayed behind the bar and bent to get a beer from the fridge. I made sure
to bend from the hips, just in case anyone was watching. I stood straight
flipping my blond hair out of my eyes and looked into a pair of very dark
green eyes framed with dark lashes. His hair was long, wavy and dark falling
just to his shoulders, and he had a goatee. Broad shoulders tapered into
narrow hips with long well muscled legs. He moved with the grace of a
hunting cat. I smiled, and was rewarded with a wink.
The stranger and I stared at one another for a moment while
conversation flowed around and over us. My guy finally saunters up and says
"Honey, this is Chris; he's going to be helping us with some vendor set up".
I stuck out my hand. "Pleased to meet you," I say, like we hadn't just been
eyeing each other up. "Beer?" I offer in my most "I am a very proper
hostess, and this is a colleague of my husband so I will so very properly
suck up my dirty little fantasies, and play nice" tone of voice. "The
pleasure is mine," he says in a voice that sounds like silk and suede, and
takes my hand in his. Holding it for a second longer than necessary he tucks
it into the crook of his arm and leads me away from the bar. "Do you play?"
he asks.
"Um...excuse me?" I stammer, trying to find a delicate way to
recapture my hand without being insulting. A nod toward the pool table
causes me to chuckle. "Oh, pool!" I feel a little silly and grin back at my
guy. He winks at me and turns back toward another co-worker who was
earnestly trying to tell him something.
We reach the table, and I take the triangle and begin to cue the
rack. "Do you have a preference as to which stick you use?" the stranger,
(Chris I reminded myself) asks with a strange little smirk. So, you want to
play, hmmm? I thought to myself. "Not at all", I returned aloud. "I'm
multi-talented. Break?" His eyes twinkled with a mischievous gleam. "Oh,
no," he says, coming around the end of the table, "Ladies first". Probably
not, I thought, but the jury's still out and I bent low over the table with
the stick in my hand.
SMACK! The cue hits the rack. I sank two. It was still an open
game. I look up at my opponent with a smile. But he's watching me, not the
balls still quivering on the table. "Your shot", I prompt. He saunters
around the table, picking up the chalk as he does so. He lines up a shot,
sinks it. Another, and then another.
My turn. I take this as a challenge; of course, as I do every game, but know
I'm a mediocre player at best. I miss my next two shots. He, in turn sinks
two more. Frustrated, I play more recklessly, missing two more but sinking
one of his by accident. He smiles and takes aim.
"You need to slow down", he says in a low voice. "Really"? I say in a
voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, indeed" he purrs. He comes over to me,
leans over me to help me guide my shot. Now I can't help but think, oh
puhleez, but he's very smooth about it. He didn't try to grind himself
against my bottom. Instead, his arms come around me, his thighs resting
against my bare legs, his hand resting lightly upon mine. And of course I
think with a snarl, with his guidance, the ball finds its way to the proper
hole as if it were laser guided. He straightens with a smirk, like he knew
how that light touch affected me, and sank the eight. (Sigh). "Good game" I
say bravely extending my hand for a congratulatory handshake.
He chuckles and clasps my hand, again tucking it into the crook
of his arm and leading me back toward the bar. We walk up to my guy talking
shop with his co-worker. "Your wife is a sore-loser", Chris says in a lull
in the conversation. "I am not!" I reply hotly. My husband chuckles and
swats me on the bottom. "Yes you are," he says genially. I look around and
see most of the rest of the crowd have left, and after a few more words, I
excuse myself to the ladies room.
Upon returning from the ladies room where I gave myself and my
raging hormones a stern talking to, I see that only Roger (my wonderful
husband) and his new friend are left. They are playing darts. I get out a
few more beers and pass them around. Watching the two, my hormones gleefully
rise up and kick me in the gut. My goodness, they're pretty I thought. Light
and dark, they looked like a pair of.my thoughts were rambling around like a
teenage girl. I reached for another beer and admired the aesthetics.
Wandering over to the stereo, I cued up some music. WINNER! Says
the dart- board. I look up to see two pair of male eyes looking at me rather
disconcertingly. "Um, so who won?" I ask innocently. The two men exchange a
look. "It was a draw," Roger says with a smirk. Not knowing where this game
is going, I scramble, trying to think of something to say. Chris comes up
beside me and takes my beer, setting it on the bar. "Do you dance?" he says.
"Um..." I sneak a peek at Roger. He looks inscrutable. No help there. Chris
steps a little closer, slips his hands around my waist and pulls me toward
him. "Relax," he whispers into my ear. He raises my arms and places them
around his neck. "It's just a little dance" he whispers, "You can do this".
Oh, boy, I think shakily to myself. Does he know what he's
asking? Do I know what he's asking? He pulls me a little closer still, until
a bare inch a space separates us, and slowly begins to move. Tom Petty's
Breakdown spun on the stereo, and he looks me in the eye and smoothly steers
me around. I had expected a hard quick grind, but he has a soft touch,
moving gracefully and easily. My nipples brush against his chest and a sweet
ache begins deep in my loins. His hard denim clad thighs slip against my
soft bare legs and I can feel the heat from him radiate toward me; a little
shiver runs down my back.
The song ends and he dips me on the ending chord, pressing a
quick kiss to the tender spot on the inside of my elbow. Releasing me, he
gives me a mocking little bow and excuses himself to the men's room. My gaze
follows him from the room. Nice Ass I thought slyly.
I turned around and sat in a chair at the bar. Reaching past
Roger, I grabbed up a pack of smokes, shook one out and lit it. Inhaling
deeply, I squinted through the smoke at my guy and say "Interesting friend,
you've got there". He leans back in his chair and looks me over. I brace
myself for a typical sardonic answer, and suddenly he smiles. A dirty little
"I've got a secret, and you're not going to get me to tell you what it is"
smile. "Do you think so?" he says instead. I flashed a grin at him, "Oh,
very." I say coquettishly. Roger stands up and comes around behind me to
massage my neck. I lean back and prop my feet on his stool. "You're wet,
aren't you?" he asks with a leer. "Why ask me questions you already know the
answer to?" I counter. He steps away and I swivel my stool to follow his
progress across the room. He picks up the darts and begins lobbing them at
the dartboard. "Do you want to fuck him?" he asks in a curious voice. Well
duh. I can't help but think. By way of reply, and just to tease him, I
simply smile a cat licked the cream type of smile. He turns to look at me
with an eyebrow raised waiting for a verbal answer. "You're going to insist
on an answer?" I demanded with a pout, knowing that if he is, the game had
taken a rather abrupt turn from the cock teasing I'd anticipated.
"Well, if he's not, I'd surely appreciate it", says Chris,
re-entering the room. My mouth must have dropped open, my feet hit the floor
with a loud thwap, and I felt my face flame. "It's nice to know how things
stand" he chuckles and reaches with his finger to close my jaw as he passes
by, trailing it down my jaw flickering lightly to my cheek. Roger broke out
laughing as I stammered and stuttered. Finally, I grabbed my beer and
swigged down two or three gulping mouthfuls to quench my suddenly parched
throat.
Chris takes the barstool Roger had vacated, popping the top of
another cold beer, and regarded me with a cool green gaze. Indicating the
pack of smokes at my elbow, he asks: "May I?" I nudged them toward him, and
settled back into my chair, not knowing what to say. Chris lit a cigarette
and glanced at Roger. Roger just shrugged, and I knew some sort of unspoken
communication was taking place.
"So. What was your answer?" Chris prompted. No sense in playing
coy I thought as I shot a look at Roger and saw his smug little smile. I
looked Chris in the eye. "Sure, I'd love to fuck you" I say nonplussed. He
holds my gaze for a long heartbeat, measuring my integrity. Then, with
another glance at Roger, he stubs out his smoke. Standing he extends his
hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me to my feet. Chris's arms came around
me and he braces his legs wide apart settling me between them. He tilts his
head for a kiss and leans close. "Last chance", he whispers "Are you sure?"
and I can feel the heat and hardness of his hard-on pressed against me. I
trembled for a minute, then I closed my eyes and sighed. My lips parted and
I breathed "yes".
He hesitated for just a moment, and then his hand crept up my
back and wound itself into my hair. His lips closed over mine in a testing,
teasing sort of kiss. He tasted salty with a hint of beer. My lips opened to
his probing tongue, and my knees wobbled as he deepened the kiss. The hand
not holding my head positioned for his plundering lips slid from my back to
cup my ass, pressing me tight against his cock straining against his zipper.
Heat unfurled deep within me and I felt myself losing control. I
kissed him back with abandon, rubbing my breasts against his rock-hard
chest, and running my hands along the inside of his thighs. I squeezed his
ass, noting the firmness and resiliency through his jeans. Sliding my hands
up his chest, I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them;
only causing unwanted space between us. He brushed my hands away twice and
pulled me tight against him, rasping my neck with his beard. I was starting
to get a little frustrated and tried again to undo the buttons of his shirt,
need and desire making my fingers clumsy. Chris stood a little straighter,
dragging me more upright with him and pulled just hard enough on my hair to
get my attention. I was breathing hard and still trying to grab at him, when
I felt my wrists clasped from behind me. Chris looked over my shoulder and
smiled. "Thanks. I could use an extra hand". Roger pulls me against him
roughly and laughs a little. "She gets a little carried away," he rejoins.
Before I have time to assess the situation or become embarrassed
Roger spins me around and removes my shirt. Chris reaches out and unsnaps my
bra and Roger pulls it off. My breasts come tumbling free, my nipples
puckering to attention. "Oh, very nice." He breathes, his face softening.
Turning me gently around once again, he pulls my wrists behind me once again
so that my breasts thrust out toward Chris. "Chris has a thing for huge
tits", he says to me in a low voice.
Oh my, a silly little voice inside my head tells me. Things are
indeed getting quite out of hand. I drew a deep breath, inadvertently
causing my chest to heave upwards. I raise my eyes to Chris's face. He
stares at my breasts like a starving man. He lifts his hands to my breasts
and hefts them one by one, testing their weight. He pulls gently at my
nipples eliciting a moan of desire from me. I felt my lower lips moisten, as
that peculiar feeling flowed though me.
Roger releases my wrists and I sway without his support. Chris
glances at him as he moves away a few steps and he grins suddenly. "You are
one lucky son of a bitch," he says in a hoarse voice. "Don't I know it"
Roger says with a smirk. Chris turns his attention back to me and he runs
his hands down my arms. He looks around wildly for a minute and lifts me.
Two quick strides to the pool table and he sets me down atop it. Sitting on
the pool table, I lean back on my elbows and he bends down for a searing
kiss.
I'm breathing hard and fast when he breaks the kiss. His lips
trail down my neck and my breath catches in my throat when he takes my
nipple between his lips. A movement at the peripheral edge of my vision
shows me Roger is not idle. He moves to my side as Chris is feasting at my
breasts. Running his hand up my thigh, he can feel the heat and dampness
that has collected at the apex of my legs. Expertly, he unsnaps my shorts
and peels them off.
Clad now only in a pair of lacy thongs, I squeezed my eyes shut
as the onslaught of sensations overwhelmed me. Chris kneaded my breasts
with a rhythmic motion, suckling at first one nipple then the other, causing
them to form rigid perfect peaks. Roger rubbed the soft sensitive area
between my legs covered only by a wisp of lace. I knew the fabric there grew
dark with the collecting of my juices.
Chris broke off his sweet torture as Roger swept my arms out
from under me and I fell to my back. Pulling aside my panties, he plunged
his face into my lap. Fluttering his tongue across my clit, he lapped at my
dripping pussy drawing another involuntary groan from my throat. I raised my
legs, spreading myself wide for him.
Chris stood for a moment watching us. His eyes glazed and his breathing
quickening. He moved toward the side of the table his hand rubbing his
crotch. I motioned him closer and reached for his zipper. I rubbed him
through the denim of his jeans measuring him before slipping the button that
hid him from me. Slowly, I eased his zipper down and pulled away the last
fabric barrier. His cock spilled out into my waiting hand. Chris was very
hard and his cock was very hot. I stroked his length a couple of times, my
hand just barely reaching around his girth. His hand closed over mine and he
angled his cock toward my mouth. I glanced up at him and his cock twitched
impatiently in silent demand. With a little smile, I opened my mouth and
allowed him to push the head of it within. He shuddered and leaned forward,
pressing more into my mouth. I tongued the shaft and withdrew some with a
sucking motion. I moistened the head of his cock with my tongue and sucked
it deeply into the back my mouth until it bumped against the back of my
throat. He groaned, his hands coming up to hold my face in place.
The dual sensation of Roger's plundering tongue and the hardness of Chris's
cock stretching my mouth was rapidly becoming more than I could bear. I felt
the thundering of my pulse and that coiling tension building so very
quickly. I tried dislodging Roger from between my legs by lowering them and
pushing against his shoulders. Knowing me so well, he had long experience
with my evasive tactics, and grabbed my hips to hold me in place. I squirmed
away from him a little, but he pulled me back. Grazing my thigh with his
teeth, he looked up into my flushed face. "Let go." He whispered urgently.
Misunderstanding, Chris pulled away uncertainly. "What-?" he began. Roger
rubbed my clit faster and slipped a finger into my pussy. "Watch" he told
him.
My jaw clenched and that sensation of melting poured through me, every
muscle of my body spasmed and I arched like a bowstring drawn tight. I could
only moan with helplessness as my orgasm racked my body. I was aware of the
two men watching me intently as my body shuddered, their gazes never
wavering
As I lay there panting, Roger scooped me up from the table and carried me
over to the couch. He laid me down gently and shot a glance toward Chris.
"That was amazing" Chris said in an awed voice. Roger looked me over. "She's
pretty hot." he agreed. I sat up and patted the couch next to me. "I'm not
done yet" I commented.
Chris moved over and sat next to me. I began stroking his cock and he sat
back into the couch. I crouched next to him and began licking and sucking at
the tip. He sighed and flexed his hips. I pulled his pants down a little
farther and cupped his balls. They tightened and puckered in the relatively
cooler air. I licked and sucked at them until he lifted his hand and guided
my face back to his cock. Just for fun, I opened my mouth wide and
deep-throated him until my nose touched his hip. He moaned and his hands
came up to the back of my neck holding me in place. I could feel him
struggle with himself as I bobbed up and down swallowing with his cock
stretching my throat. Finally, he pulled me up so that my mouth left him
with a wet sucking sound and gave me a searing kiss.
Quickly, I straddled him, his cock resting between us. My orgasm had taken
the edge off, and I had much better control than I did previously. I rubbed
his cock against my clit feeling the thrill it sent shooting through me. I
finally managed to unbutton his shirt and ran my nails across his chest. He
pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. Rising up just a bit, I grabbed
his cock and placed it at the hot wet entrance I knew he sought. He pressed
upward in an eager rush, but I raised myself with an arch look at him. He
subsided almost immediately. I rewarded him by pressing my breasts to his
lips and sliding down a very little bit.
The feel of his cock stretching me cost me some of that control, and I slide
down onto his cock even more. I brace myself and pull back until just the
tip remains inside. I tease Chris for a few more minutes, pushing down oh so
slowly and pulling back quickly until I have his entire length buried inside
me. I pause for a minute and look back over my shoulder at Roger. I curl my
finger toward him but he shakes his head. "Fuck him" he says tersely. I
narrowed my eyes and hesitate for a minute, and then I turn back to Chris.
His eyes are closed and his hands are resting lightly on my hips. I ground
my hips against him and his hands tightened. Rocking back and forth had his
cock sliding in and out. I pulled Chris to the side and scooted him up so he
was lying on the couch. I bent low so that we lay chest to chest and kissed
him. I began rocking back and forth once again so that his cock slid in and
out in a rhythmic motion.
I knew that Roger could see my pussy getting stretched and filled. I knew he
liked it. The friction had that tense feeling building again. My breath came
a little faster as Chris's teeth raked my neck. I slapped a hand to his
chest and pushed myself upright; he was watching me with hooded eyes. I
reached down and stroked my clit with one hand my greedy pussy clenched
around his cock. I arched back and let that coiling tension build.
Suddenly I felt Roger's hand on my back, pushing me down onto Chris. He
knelt behind me and I panicked for a minute when I felt his finger trace my
ass. I heard his zipper, and felt him push the head of his cock against me.
I struggled briefly, not sure I could handle what was sure to happed next.
Roger rubbed his cock against my wet slit and Chris froze for a minute when
he felt Roger's cock brush his balls. I moaned as I felt a fresh gush of
liquid seep from me and Chris's hands clenched on my ass. Roger wiped some
of that wetness along his cock and again pressed it against me. I struggled
again and tried to sit up.
Chris grabbed the back of my neck and held me firmly in place. I felt Roger
's hands on my ass as he slowly pressed forward. "You can do this." Chris
whispered to me. I buried my face in his neck. Roger pushed into me,
stretching me, and Chris's cock twitched inside me. I couldn't help myself;
I rocked on him sending Roger even deeper inside.
That fiery lust was building to a crescendo within me once again. I moaned
against Chris's throat. Roger set the pace. When he pulled back, Chris
pushed in. Soon I was struggling again at his slow insistent pace. I wanted
it harder, faster. I tried thrusting myself back, but I was held firmly in
place by four implacable male hands. I grew horribly frustrated and my teeth
raked Chris's collarbone. "More!" I gasped. Roger plunged into me and I was
subsumed by the wave of my orgasm. It crashed over me and all I was able to
do was suck air into my starved lungs.
On a distant plane, I realized Roger had gone rigid. He pulled out and I
felt the hot liquid of his orgasm spray over my ass and back. I was Cuming
again and had no thought left to spare for him. Chris rode it out until I
had gone limp then sat up. He pushed me back until he was squatting between
my thighs. He hooked my knees with his elbows and pulled my legs apart high.
He shoved his cock deeper and I threw my head back and came again.
He continued for another couple of strokes and pulled out. I stroked his
cock twice and with gritted teeth he spurted onto my chest. I smiled and
stretched. He settled on the couch next to me, still breathing heavy. Roger
leaned on the arm of the couch. Dropping a towel next to me, he handed Chris
a beer.
"Thanks" Chris said with a wealth of meaning in his voice.
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