Fúck My , Darling"
by bearlee
(webfind)
Author's note: These stories are inspired, one way or another, by the female half of
bearlee. Either something she said or did prompted me to write it. There will be several
with the categories changing from time to time and, although it may appear to be a series,
each story will stand independent of the rest. Since her name has appeared in so many
stories, as a change of pace, her middle name for the main character is being used. It's
not the first time we've done that, nor I suspect, will it be the last. Hope you enjoy it!
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It was one of those after work TGIF parties Marie hated going to so much. As much as she
liked to show off for men and engage in public sex, after a long day of work, her
preference, especially on Friday, was to go home, take a long, luxurious bath and relax
before putting on an outfit that was too small for her long legs and ample breasts. After
that, she would head out for a night on the town of còck teasing and prick pleasing. But,
she felt duty bound to spend some time with co-workers, especially Brad, a new employee in
her department. Besides, she didn't look that bad. It may have been inappropriate, but at
work she wore sexy clothes, but only went as far as she believed management would
tolerate.
This particular Friday, she was wearing a form-fitting black dress. Her long,
reddish-blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and she knew from the stares, she looked
really hot and fuckable. The hem fell just above her knees and although the top clung to
her body, from the waist down the dress fanned out. At work, she was aware of the lustful
stares of the men trying to sneak a peek at her bare pússy hidden only by the sheer
panties she wore as she sat in her comfortable chair at work crossing and uncrossing her
long, creamy white legs. Her male counterparts always seemed to be coming over to her desk
to ask a question of the lovely woman. Their hands would plop down on the front edge of
her desk and they inevitably leaned forward to talk to her, usually showing her papers
that were too far away forcing her to lean forward, allowing them to get a quick look down
her low cut top exposing her cleavage. She knew what they were trying to do and she
enjoyed the attention. She was sure she could have used her charms to advance her career,
but never tried. It wasn't about gain, it was about pleasure, for her and other people she
involved in her play.
The group chose a quiet bar with a small dance floor. Marie figured she'd stay maybe an
hour and then take off for a wild night on the town. Although she was attracted to Brad,
she was attracted to men in general. While the group headed to a couple of tables in the
back, she excused herself and headed to the restroom to freshen up. She really wanted to
give the others a chance to grab a seat with the hope of coming back and picking a table
where Brad would be sitting. As luck would have it, he was seated at table but there was
only one seat left and it was across the table from him.
Brad was a man she would have gone out with if he asked. Young, charming and extremely
good-looking with a pleasant personality. For now, at the bar, she would have to satisfy
herself with her naughty nature and playfully tease the young man. If he was interested
after that, he would ask her out in his own time.
The men and women at the table engaged in small talk, but she could tell Brad was
interested in her by the way he looked at her. Maybe it would all work out, but maybe she
thought, she would have to take a little more initiative. Her whole being was about
pursuit and pleasing anyway. The juke box played continually and one song started to play
she particularly liked. It was a slow, easy and long song. Without hesitation, she stood
up and walked over to Brad and asked him if he wanted to dance. Brad stood up to take her
extended hand to the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the other men and joined her
on the dance floor.
Brad and Marie were the only couple dancing and it gave her a chance to perform in public,
which is what she wanted to do anyway. She didn't know if Brad would be embarrassed, but
she suspected not. As it turned out, Brad had a little secret he would share with her that
would somewhat change her plans for the night. As innocent as Brad tried to keep it by
attempting to keep some distance between them, she wouldn't let him. Marie was grinding
her hips forward pushing her pelvis into his. She could feel his còck starting stir
through the material of his pants as she pushed harder and moved her hips in a circular
motion now. Some people would call it dirty dancing, but she viewed it as just plain
fúcking on the dance floor, only their clothing separating his hard còck from her
wanting pússy from the ultimate act.
He pulled her close against him, her breasts flattening into his lower chest. His hands
rested on her ass and her hands pulled at his hips smashing his rigid còck harder into
her. The song ended and the next one was another slow one.
"Another," he said to her.
"Sure, Brad, let's do it again," she said. "I think your buddies like
watching us, don't you think?" she asked him, in a teasing and laughing way that made
him feel good.
The music played and they hung onto each other swaying to the music. Whatever inhibitions
Brad had had, he was loosening up to the feminine wiles of the beautiful creature he held
so close. Her pússy pushed harder into his bulging còck and he was pushing back now. It
was almost as though he was trying to push his còck through his pants and her dress to
bury it in her tight pússy. When the song came to an end, she looked up at him, her soft
blue eyes gazing into his. She pulled back from him and let her hand move from his hip to
the front of him. Her hand grazed across his còck as it moved, pausing momentarily, her
fingers squeezing the head of his còck quickly, before moving away.
"I really love dancing with you, Brad," she told him softly. "But tell me,
what would you really like to do right now?" she asked him, her eyes radiating an
innocence that only added to her allure. He hesitated for a moment before moving closer to
her.
Brad leaned forward and whispered into her ear. Pulling his head back to look at her, he
expected her to be startled at what he had said, but she just smiled. "I like it, it
sounds kinky!" she said. "Wish we could take it further than we can here."
Now Brad was startled. "What do you mean, here?"
"Well, Brad, honey, the idea of playing with your còck with my
is pretty wild, but I like to, you know, take chances."
"I'm not sure what you mean, but not here...this isn't the time nor the place."
"Brad, darling, if you let me start here I promise I'll let you finish it later while
we're alone, or kind of alone anyway."
He wasn't completely sure what she had meant by the last comment but let it slide. She
exuded raw sex, knew what he wanted and was willing. It was too good of an opportunity to
pass up. "Let's at least find different table," he told her, not realizing that
was exactly what she had in mind. Taking his hand, she lead him to another table, but one
with two men sitting at it.
"Mind if we sit here?" she asked.
The man closest to her seemed annoyed at first at the intrusion letting out a grunt before
looking up from his drink at her. Her stunning beauty quickly melted away his initial
annoyance. "Absolutely not," he smiled.
"Brad, you sit over there and I'll sit next to this nice gentleman."
He had ideas of what was going to happened but was puzzled nonetheless. As she had asked,
he sat down across the table from her. The man stood up and pulled the chair out for her.
Sitting down, Marie crossed her legs letting one of her heels fall to the floor. Extending
her
out, she put her on Brad's chair
letting it push between his legs. She chatted quietly with the man next to her while her
moved against Brad's còck. She could see Brad felt uncomfortable sitting next to one man
with another across across from him, while her played gingerly
with his còck, neither of the men being aware of what was going on beneath the table.
Marie continued her conversation with the first man but never stopped moving her ,
rubbing the hard còck Brad sported under his trousers. She looked over toward the table
where her co-workers sat. Most were engaged in their own conversations now except for one
man looking over at them. She wondered if he could see her
stroking Brad's còck under the table. By the intense look on his face that never shifted,
she assumed he could. She felt a warmth radiating out from her tingling pússy throughout
her body at the thought. This was a man she worked with and knew, come Monday morning, he
would look at her as a slut; but she also knew he would want her.
Brad leaned back and lowered himself in his chair trying to act nonchalant. He wanted to
join in the conversation but couldn't. He tried one time to speak but her delicate
found a position against the side of his còck and she moved it up and down the length of
his shaft, his mouth opening but no words coming out. Uncrossing her legs and letting the
other shoe slide off, she moved her dainty up trapping his
cúck between her . Her
moved in unison up and down both sides of his còck and paid less attention to the man
talking to her, but on purpose. In a matter of moments he became of aware of what she was
doing.
"Oh my..." he started to blurt out.
Marie quickly cut him. "Shhh, just relax and enjoy the show." She pulled her
dress up higher exposing the creamy white skin of her thighs and let him watch the muscles
flex as her legs moved up and down stroking Brad's còck with her .
She held one against Brad's
@#%$ pinning it in place and moved the other faster up and down the side of his shaft. It
didn't take long for him to come. She could see his body begin to tremble and his eyes
appeared glazed. She knew his hot was gushing
out of his hard còck and, with her , could feel the
front of his pants getting wet from the explosion.
Letting her fall back to the
floor, she fished blindly on the floor with them searching for her heels and finally
sliding them back on her . She glanced at the
man next to her and then looked down seeing the bulge straining against his pants. She
giggled quietly as she started to get up, putting her hand on his còck and pushing
herself up. The man's eyes widened as she squeezed his còck. It was the ultimate slut act
she could manage and still keep the promise she had made to Brad.
"Brad, darling, let's get outta here."
The man next to her interrupted, "Why don't you sit back down and have another
drink?"
"Yeah, why don't we another drink?" Brad asked, afraid to get up knowing the
damp spot on his pants would be visible to the others.
Marie knew it too and the thought of it excited her. She looked down into the lap of the
man next to her. Under normal circumstances, she would have freed his còck from the
confines of his pants and jacked him off under the table as she sat next to him. It was
tempting, but the night held other plans for her. "No, we really need to get going if
you want to finish this the way you want...you know, fúcking my
with that big còck of yours!" she told Brad.
Brad was taken aback by the brazen nature of her comment, but sheepishly stood up. His
hands dropped down in front of him trying to cover the evidence of the cúm-stained front
of his pants. Marie giggled again, this time louder, grabbing his hand and leading him out
of the small bar.
Taking a cab back to her apartment, she let her fingers rub gently over Brad's còck.
"Oooh, baby, come on honey, get it good and hard for me!"
The words caught the attention of the cab driver. She saw his eyes peering back at her in
the rear-view mirror. She smiled at him. While teasing with her body was a turn on for
men, she knew dirty, slutty talk added to their sexual excitement. "So, Brad, do you
think we could fúck right here in the cab. Maybe I could suck your còck and let you come
all over my face...but only if you promise to save some for my pretty little !"
Brad was shocked and embarrassed when he saw the cabbie looking back at them grinning.
Marie's hand continued to work over Brad's còck and by the time the cab was pulling to a
stop in front of her apartment, they both could feel the life flowing back into his
energized dick. Brad pulled out a twenty and handed it to the driver as he got out. His
còck pushing against the still damp front of his pants, he told the driver to keep the
change and turned quickly away.
While Brad had fumbled around with his money, Marie's long legs had carried her away
toward the apartment building. He hurried along behind Marie up the front steps of the
apartment building. Catching up with her he asked her to slow down.
"Can't, I have to go out tonight, but I want to do this right," she told him,
"so let's get up to my place and I promise you, we'll do it nice and slow for you,
baby."
Entering her apartment, she directed him to the bedroom and went to the bathroom. Taking
out a bottle of red nail polish, the same color she wore on her fingernails, she took some
time to paint her toenails. After an agonizing wait for them to dry, she finally felt
satisfied and walked into the bedroom to find Brad lying on the bed, still dressed.
Pulling her dress over her head, she removed it and tossed it aside. With a practiced
dexterity she unhooked the clasps behind her back letting her bra fall to the floor and
quickly removed her panties quickly.
She let him take in her body for a few moments before finally speaking, "Take off
your clothes, Brad," she said seductively, and then turned away.
She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. She knew instinctively her neighbor
across the street, Rick, would be watching. He always waited for her to get home just so
he could see her put on a show for him. She had done it so many times, but was usually
alone. She could satisfy Brad's fetish and satisfy her own wanton desires, as well as
Rick's needs all at the same time. Still, her main focus right now was going to be Brad.
Naked, she stood in front of the window for several moments exposing herself to Rick and
anyone else for that matter that happened to glance up at window.
Brad was confused by what she was doing but sat up on the bed and began slowly removing
his clothing, struggling to remove his pants from his seated position. Moving back over to
the bed, she asked him, holding her up to show off
her impeccably red painted toes and open pússy, "Brad, do you like my toes?"
She could see the drops of clear fluid dripping from the head of his còck. "Never
mind darling, I think I know the answer to that one!" she laughed. "Just lie
back and let me take care of you."
This was a new experience for her, but Marie's strength was understanding men and
role-playing to meet their needs. "So, Brad, darling, do you want to suck your hot
cúm off of my toes?" she asked him, not sure what the response would be.
"Hmmm, yeah, baby, I do...I want to!"
A satisfied smile formed on her lips and spread across her face. Sitting down between his
legs facing him, her ass almost touching his, she moved her
to his face and caressed his lips with her toes. She watched his eyes close and his tongue
licked at her toes before sucking them into his mouth. It was an awkward position, but she
could see his hard còck throbbing and dancing just above his stomach. Pulling her
away, she scooted back on the bed, still between his legs, and moved them to his crotch.
She experimented by pushing her against his còck
and at times tickling it with her toes. Finally, she pushed her
almost together trapping his còck between them. She didn't know if it was involuntary on
his part or not, but his còck began fúcking between her .
His silky precúm made her slippery and his
hips moved up and down faster fúcking his còck in and out between her .
It wasn't long before she could see his body starting to tense up. Marie knew the look of
a man about to come and also knew how to heighten the experience.
"Let me know when you're going to come, baby!" she called out to him.
"Hmmm, yeah, baby, I wanna see your cúm squirt all over my !
Fúck my ,
darling!" Her voice was sultry and slutty at the same time, but it turned him on even
more.
She could hear him moan and knew he was on the verge of coming. His còck moved with ease
between her smooth, slick and when she felt
his pulsating còck ready to erupt, she moved her and held them over
the top of his còck. His fiery còck shot his hot, creamy cúm into her
as his body shook and writhed on the bed from the intense orgasm. She could only imagine
Rick across the street jacking off and squirting his white cúm from his cóck. She looked
over and out the window in his direction. Smiling, she closed her eyes to once again
imagine his cúm spraying from the small slit in the head of his còck. Looking back down,
her toes and were covered in the
sticky, white cúm from Rick's còck.
Letting Rick catch his breath, she scooted forward again, her
moving toward his mouth. Her cúm-covered toes pushed into his mouth and he licked and
sucked until there wasn't a drop left on her toes or .
"Let me do something for you," he told her.
She glanced quickly at the clock. "Not today, Brad, but another time. I really do
have someplace to go and I have to get ready."
"You sure? C'mon, it doesn't seem fair," he implored her.
"Maybe next time, Brad. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to eat my pússy while
I jack off your còck with my ...I'll bet there's
a way to do it! But not right now, Brad, honey."
He seemed disappointed but climbed out of the bed and dressed. Still undressed, she lead
him to the door and let him out. She stood nude with the door wide open. He started to
turn to walk down the hall, but she stepped just outside the door and stopped him.
"Brad, aren't you going to kiss my pretty little toes good-bye?"
His face turned crimson but she understood him now and knew what he wanted. He walked
back, dropped to his knees and bending forward, in the hallway, kissed her
and each of her toes before getting back to his to leave.