I'm not even sure how all this started, the usual way I suppose.
Some harmless flirting and innuendo.

My name is Brian, I was  24 at the time of these events (I'm 37
now.)  I was taking a couple of semesters off of college to make
some living money and figure out what I really wanted to do with
my life.  I was working as an office assistant, primarily my
duties consisted of being an assistant to the company CFO's
executive assistant. Her name was Andrea. The CFO was almost
never around, always visiting the subsidiaries, or attending
meetings somewhere.

Considering the big boss was never in town, we sure were busy! 
He seemed like a good guy, but he was extremely demanding and
required so much from hers that Andrea had arranged to have an
assistant of her own - me.    She was always arranging some
meeting, or travel, or putting together some presentation for the
directors or shareholders.  That left me to do all the little
stuff - copies, picking up lunches, coffee, research, making
phone calls and the like.

We quickly became pretty good friends, probably just by virtue of
the fact that we worked together very closely.  She came to
depend on me quite a bit.  I say we became friends, but it was
pretty much all work related, at least in the beginning.

One day, she asked me about my personal life. We were working
kind of late, in the boss's office putting together some
materials for some presentations, the talk had naturally turned
to some small talk.

She started reminiscing I guess, about college, asking me about
my college, my friends, girlfriends, classes, what the parties
were like, everything really.  I think she was feeling old to be
honest, missing the "good old days." She told me that she was
quite a partier herself when she was in school.  I would never
have guessed, and told her that I really had a hard time
believing it.

Looking back, she might have been offended that I didn't believe
her.  Over the next weeks she told me some more stories, each a
bit wilder than the next.  I, in turn, shared my life with her. 
I figured she was embellishing for my benefit.  I mean here was
this woman, 15 years my senior, dressed in her conservative
business suits, telling me how she used to throw back tequila
slammers and dance on the tables.

Well, time went on, and we became closer than ever.  Seems we
were always staying late working on some project or another for
her boss or one of the other executives.  She was married, but
her husband was pretty much married to his job, and he traveled a
lot to boot.

I had met her husband on occasion, and he was the athletic jock
type, very polished, very confident.  Kind of a man's man if you
know what I mean, not really my type of guy, but I could see what
she saw in him.  He sometimes came by in the evening when we were
working late, and they would have dinner together in the boss's
office before leaving us to our work.  She mostly worked out of
the big office while the CFO was out of town, and I got the outer
office.

Over time, we began sharing more and more of our personal selves.
 We became even better friends.  I knew when her husband was
being a jerk, or when she thought he might be screwing around on
her.  She asked me all about my girlfriend, wanting to know every
Monday whether I'd "gotten lucky" over the weekend or not.

One Monday, I told here that my girlfriend had split up with me.
We'd been together quite a while.  Andrea, trying to play the
mother I suppose asked me all about it.  I did my best not to
share much of this as it was still fresh and a bit painful, but I
finally let out that she had left me for another guy.

She acted truly aghast, extolling my virtues, telling me that my
girlfriend must be crazy.  At some point in all of this, I broke
down, telling her about the guy she left me for.  It was a guy
we'd both known quite a while.  They'd been having an affair
under my nose for quite a while. I even confessed that I knew she
had been seeing him.   He was a lot like Andrea's husband
actually, a jock type, and I told her so.

Those guys aren't all they are cracked up to be she tried to
explain.  Take her husband,  he's a hunk, but had very little
passion, was inconsiderate, and the sex was extremely physical,
nothing sensual at all.  I looked at her, soaking this in, and I
told her what I'd been dancing around thus far.  Sex was the
reason she said she was leaving me, she said this other guy was
much better than me, "he knew how to handle a woman" she had
said. Well, I'd let that out, so I blurted out too, that I knew
from the gym, that he was sure as hell a lot bigger than me too.
I was feeling pretty inadequate at the moment.

By this time it was late in the office, just the two of us still
there, nothing unusual about that really.    She worked in
silence for a long while, making me very uncomfortable actually.
Then finally she started in,   "You know, some of us girls do
need that, the man to take control.  The feeling of that can be
pretty incredible I must say, of all that power, those muscles. 
Frank used to  me around like a rag doll and not even break a
sweat.  I can't even tell you how that feels, god it's why I
married him.  It sure as hell wasn't for being a romantic he
can't even kiss worth a damn."

She let that sink in for a bit.  "You know, when I was in
college, I was living with a guy, not my boyfriend or anything,
we started out as just roommates.  I was dating Frank, well and a
couple of other guys too now that I think about it.  I shared
everything with my roommate though.  He was the most caring guy
you could imagine.  It was like the best of both worlds really."


I couldn't think of anything to say, again working in silence. 
"I think your girlfriend screwed up when she left you."  She goes
on,   "You did say you already knew about this guy she was seeing
right."   I nodded, "and did she know that you knew?"

This was a bit humiliating, but If I could be honest about this
with anyone it was Andrea.  "Yes, she knew.  Not at first, but
then at some point it changed, she just stopped hiding the fact
that she was going out with him."   Then I talked on,   "She
always said she loved the way I held her, and kissed her, and,
well, there were things that he just wouldn't do for her too."

I realized as soon as I'd said this that there was no way I was
going to get away without elaborating, so I just continued. 
After all, in many ways Andrea had become my best friend.

I continued, "Well, she said he would never go down on her, and
this was something I loved doing for her.   I mean our sex was
great really, in every way, to my thinking anyway.  She was
getting something more... "physical" from him I suppose than I
could provide, but I never really minded.  She always was coming
back to me

"We actually had some of the best sex of our relationship on
nights when she would come stay with me after a night out with
Stan."    Then with my eyes on the ground I added  "I even got to
where I looked forward to those nights, when I knew she was going
out with him, I mean she was sooo sexual those nights,  actually
kind of demanding,  it was really a turn-on."

That was it for the night.  And looking back at all I'd told her
I kept wondering if I'd told her way too much.  What she must
think of me.

The next week, Andrea and I worked very late preparing for a
large investor presentation that we were hosting at a hotel
nearby.   It was a late night, and we had to be at the hotel
early in the morning.  Andrea asked me to come spend the night at
her place which was just around the corner.  I lived across town
and it didn't make sense for me to drive home when we had to be
at the hotel so early anyway.

It was after 11:00 when we got to her place, turns out her
husband was out traveling as usual.  She opened a bottle of wine
and we sat down and unwound a bit before turning in.  She had
changed into a long silk sleep shirt that showed off her legs.  I
know she caught me looking a few times as she sat talking with
her legs folded up under her on the couch.

This was maybe a month after my girlfriend had walked out.  She
asked me how I was doing, whether I had talked to her or not.  I
hadn't, though I had tried to call a number of times.  We sat
there sipping our wine, winding down.  After a bit, she got up,
leaned down over me and kissed me.

As she did, her breast came into full view as her sleep shirt
gapped open.   My heart jumped.  Just as quickly she stood up,
her nipples now visible, pressing through her top,  though I
tried not to stare.  She told me how sweet I was, and again told
me how my girlfriend didn't know how good she had had it.   She
said good night and walked to her room, telling me that she had
laid some night clothes out for me on my bed, "get some sleep,
we've got an early morning."

I sat there on the couch, telling myself I should follow her,
that she wanted me to.   She was really an incredible woman.  I
came to my senses and made my way to the bedroom she had shown
me.

As promised, there on the bed, was a sleep shirt.  A kind of a
long v-neck tshirt, but very soft.  I realized it must be one of
hers rather than one of her husbands, then realized he was a
pretty big guy and anything of his would probably swallow me.

I was really tired and shed my clothes.  Grabbing the t-shirt and
pulling it on, it was very soft and fit almost perfectly.  I
looked down, and there on the bed, under where I had just picked
up the t-shirt was a pair of panties.  Obviously these were
Andrea's too.  They were black, and silky.  I figured they had
just gotten caught up in the t-shirt when Andrea had picked it
up.

But, there they were.  God, I was soo turned on.  Andrea's kiss,
and my current lack of a girlfriend, and these sexy panties.  Ohh
they felt good against my face.  Before I realized it I was
sliding them up over my legs.

"Oh good, they fit."  She had opened the door and was looking in,
smiling.  "I thought you might like those."

I was ready to crawl into a hole.  I was turning red, stammering.
 She just walked in and pulled down the bed for me, and turned
down the lights.  She coaxed me onto the bed.

She tucked me in.  I was feeling very foolish and couldn't say a
word, merely following her lead.  She leaned down, her hand on my
chest as she sat on the bed beside me,  "You really are very
sweet."  Then added, "are you going to sleep OK?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but still hadn't found my voice. 
Somehow she may have read my mind.   "You poor boy." She
whispered, sliding her hand down my stomach, feeling me hard
through the fabric of her panties.

She had pulled the covers back, and was tracing her fingertips
over my cock.  Geez, did she realize what she was doing to me. 
The silky fabric, her fingers wrapping around me.  I'm not very
big, but her panties were pretty small so I was straining against
the fabric pretty good.  The tip of my cock pushed out the top. 
I felt her fingertip run under the waistband and over the pre-cum
leaking from the tip, rubbing it over the head.

"Just relax."  And she took her hand and began to stroke, slowly
at first, getting the feel for it, then just a bit faster.
"It's a nice size,"  she says, "But Frank's is so much bigger, I
can't even get my hand all the way around his."  She was very
casual about this, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.

At that moment, the spasms overcame me, I came, gushing my cum
over her hand, into her panties.
It caught her by surprise.  I was even more embarrassed than I
had been.

She pulled her hand free, and patted the panties down around my
cock.  They were soaked with my cum.   "Sweet dreams." Was all
she said, tracing her fingertips over my lips, then walkking out.

I lay there, reeling.  I think I'd been saving up that orgasm for
weeks.  I tasted my lips, her fingers had left a line of cum
there.  I fell asleep, breathing deeply.

The next morning, we hit the ground running pretty much. I found
myself watching her whenever I had a moment.  She was incredible.
  It was a week for the books, extremely busy.  But everything
went flawlessly and Andrea earned the praise of her boss and the
other executives.

I had re-lived that night over and over again.  I had even kept
the panties, they'd been in my pocket pretty much continuously
since that night.  All I had to do was touch them and the
feelings came flooding back.  It had not been brought up again,
but it was something we shared that I was holding on to.

It was late the next week, maybe 10 days or so since "the night"
as I'd come to think of it.
Another day at work, nothing out of the ordinary.  Andrea looked
at her watch and jumped up, "I'm meeting Frank for lunch before
he leaves town," she called as she flew out the door.

I didn't really think anything about it till blew into the office
in a rush.  I was working at the conference table in the CFOs
office.  She says to me "I have a meeting in 5 minutes, do you
have those panties of mine?"  I tried to beg ignorance, she just
blew past that not letting me argue, "I've seen them peaking out
of your pocket a few times, do you have them now?"

I nodded an affirmative, slowly.  She simply held out her hand. 
I reached into my pocket and handed them to her.  She disappeared
into the bathroom with them (there as a bathroom in this office -
one of the perks of executive level employment.) Only a minute
later she comes back out, looking radiant.

She's moving fast, talking as she walks  "I'm in meetings most of
the afternoon, you can take the rest of the day off if you want.
She drops something into my lap as she passes and she's out the
door.

I look down, and it's another pair of her panties, wadded up. 
These are red though.  I pick them up and realize they are
soaked!  Oh geez, I can smell the sex!  She just met with her
husband at lunch!   It took me a sec, but it all came together. 
These panties were full of cum.  Damn right I was taking the
afternoon off.  I shoved them into my pocket and locked the
office as I left.

The next morning was business as usual, as if nothing unusual had
occurred.  I had fallen asleep that night before wearing the
panties, and I have to confess, they were a bit of a mess so I
didn't have them with in my pocket with me as I'd become
accustomed to.  No big deal, I'd wash them that evening.

Before lunch time, Andrea called me into the office.   The CFO
was there as well.  I hadn't even seen him in almost a month, he
had been overseas at one of the subsidiaries.   She thanked me
for being such extraordinary help to her these past months and
that I was fast becoming indispensable, she was talking to him
and to me at the same time.   He then gave me a big raise, saying
what good things he'd heard.  He also mentioned that there may be
some new responsibilities to go along with it too.

I walked out of the office glowing, he had almost doubled my pay!
 I ran out to pick up lunch for the two of them that they had
asked for, unable to believe my luck.  I returned a half hour
later, and knocked as I walked into the office carrying lunch.

What I saw floored me. I can still see it as if I had snapped a
picture.   There was Andrea, leaning back on the big desk, her
skirt was up around her waist, the boss was standing there and
fucking the crap out of her.

"Come in, close the door and lock it" he called out.

I stood there a moment, uncomprehending.  But then realized that
the door was open, and stepped in, closing and locking it.  I
walked over to the conference table, setting out the lunch. 
Before long though, I couldn't help myself, and was watching,
staring really.  God this was hot.  She hadn't even taken off her
panties, they were pushed to the side.  I could see his cock. 
Not so long but very thick.

He caught me watching, "come over here, you can see better." 
Sheepishly, I stepped closer.  Geez, her head was thrown back,
I'm pretty sure she was cumming almost continuously.  Her pussy
was stretched around him, almost lewdly.    I would have never
imagined this in a 100 years.  He even answered his cell phone
while he was fucking her, he didn't hang up until just before he
came.

Oh and cum he did.  I could see it throb, over and over.  Andrea
was moaning incoherently.  Soon he pulled out, and wiped his cock
with her panties.  "Mmmm, nice" was all he said, and retreated to
the restroom.  She lay there for a minute, almost as if she was
coming to.

She opened her eyes, looked over at me as she sat up.  "I'm a
mess, god I've missed that."

I couldn't say anything really, just stood there, my cock rock
hard in my pants.   She held out her hand to me.  I looked at her
quizzically.

"My panties, you did bring them today didn't you?"

The look on my face was the only answer she needed.  "Hmm, what
am I going to do about this?"  her hand moving down between her
legs.

I stammered an apology, trying to explain why I didn't have her
panties for her.  "I bet they still are full of your cum aren't
they."

Once again humiliated, I nodded.

"There's only one thing to do.  I need you to take care of this
for me."  Then she pulled her panties aside.

My eyes were transfixed.  Her pussy was swollen, very red and
puffy.  She had just a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed very
close.  I could see the thick white liquid poised to run from
between her open lips.

"Go ahead, you know you want to." And I did.  How she knew that I
would I'm not sure, but I've never wanted anything more in my
life.  I dropped down in front of her, and covered her with my
mouth.

"That's it, get it all, I can't have it soiling my panties any
more than it already has."  She was running her fingers through
my hair as I felt my mouth fill with their cum.  "He did say
there would be some new responsibilities didn't he." I heard her
add, a smile in her voice.

Then he was there too, they were talking about me, laughing. 
Telling me what a good employee I was becoming.  "I think he
likes it." I heard one of them say.  That's when I came.  I had
never even touched myself, but I felt the cum filling my pants.

The following week this was repeated a number of times.  Andrea
stopped asking me for her clean panties, she would merely call me
over and assign me "clean up duty" as she called it.  Then things
calmed down for a bit upon the CFO's departure again.

One Friday a few weeks later,  Andrea had taken the day off to go
visit her sister in some town a couple of hours away.  I was
covering for her, it looked to be a slow day, no problem.   Then,
about 10:00am Andrea calls me, sounding in a bit of a panic.  She
told me the boss was on his way in and there was no way she could
get in to the office in time.  She made me promise to take care
of him, she was almost begging.   She said she was returning to
town that night, and that she would make it up to me over the
weekend!  I told her that wasn't necessary, but she insisted. 
"Just give him whatever he needs."

 I had no sooner hung up the phone than the CFO came barreling
through, asking for some coffee as he entered his office.  I had
no sooner gotten him some and returned to the outer office when
he called me back in.

I was there in a second, but he was already on the phone with one
of our affiliates.  He waved me in, motioning for me to close the
door as he did, all the while talking some kind  of financial
nonsense with the other party.

I still didn't know what he needed, but then he motioned me
around his desk, and before I knew it he had dropped his trousers
and pulled cock out.  It was already semi-hard, I must have just
been standing there dumbfounded.  He gave me this exasperated
look and put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down.

It was so bizarre, it's not as if there was ever any question,
almost as if it was just another of my duties, like getting him
the coffee.  I felt him push forward, at the same time his hand
on the back of my neck, and for the first time I had a cock in my
mouth.

I can't even describe how that felt.  Maybe I shouldn't have been
surprised, but oh man, did that feel wonderful.  To feel it
swelling like that in my mouth.  I just did what I knew I'd love,
and soon it was like he wasn't there.  It was just me, and this
cock.  God it was so fat.  I was just getting started it seemed
like, and I felt him tense up, I knew what was coming.

He pushed my head all the way down.  I never even tasted anything
at first, just the hot liquid in the back of my throat.    Then
it became more than I could handle, I felt the spurting in my
mouth.  I swallowed and swallowed, at that point I knew I was
hooked.  How could I be, I was a guy.  I could never admit this,
not to anybody.  But I knew.

I kept sucking till he was soft.  He finally pulled himself out
of my mouth and zipped up just as he was hanging up the phone.
"Andrea's right, you're a natural."

The rest of the afternoon went on as normal.  As normal as could
be I suppose, considering I had a belly full of my bosses cum. 
About 4:00 Andrea called,  she was on her way back into town.  "I
just talked with the boss, he said you did great."  Come to my
house around 9:00 tonite, plan to spend the weekend, we'll have
fun.

I didn't have time to answer before she had rung off.  Something
told me I was in for quite a weekend.

That night came around and I was very apprehensive about how it
was going to turn out.  I almost backed out at the last minute,
after all, she had me doing things I wasn't entirely comfortable
with.

I mean, that morning with the CFO, geez.  It was like it was a
dream, that wasn't really me was it?  As I found myself heading
over to her house I was thinking about the events of the past few
months.  I really started wondering about myself.  Could I be
Gay?  No way, I loved women, loved sex with women, everything
about women.  But then, as my thoughts progressed through to that
morning I also realized that I was hard as rock remembering it.

I was there, at her house, really not knowing what to expect.  My
fears were unfounded really.  The evening started out casually,
Andrea was dressed in a short sundress dress that hugged her
figure perfectly.   We were alone in the house, she told me her
husband was spending the weekend in Las Vegas with his buddies.

As she finished up a wonderful Italian dinner, I opened a bottle
of wine and poured for both of us.  She told me to go take a
shower while she finished dinner.

At dinner she just kept telling me how invaluable I was, and that
she was very happy with my performance.  She also indicated that
she had spoken with the CFO that afternoon, and he was most
pleased as well.  At this I blushed, not sure what to say.

"I know your duties have been a bit...umm...unconventional." She
started, "but you really have risen to the occasion."

After dinner we went out to the pool deck.  Carrying another
bottle of wine with us.  Andrea was great, she was really my
dream woman.  I felt so comfortable with her, so at ease.   When
she said "lets go for a swim" and pulled the dress up over her
head it was without pretension, without reservation.  She was so
comfortable in her skin, and she made that feeling spill over
into those around her.

I began to pull off my clothes, watching her.   I realized as she
slid into the water that this was the first time I'd ever seen
her completely naked.  It seemed almost ludicrous, considering
all I had seen.  She really was a sexy woman.    "Come in, the
water's great she called, and bring the wine."

I dropped into the water and she came over to me in the pool and
kissed me.  It was no ordinary kiss.  It was deep, full was
luscious wetness.  I felt her breasts against me, her nipples
stiff.  She almost purred looking into my eyes.  I was lost to
this woman.  Was I falling in love?

I felt her hand slide down between my legs.  She cupped my balls
and an involuntary moan came forth.    "Sit up on the edge here"
she coaxed.  Again I realized that there wasn't anything I
wouldn't do for this woman.

She stood there before me, still cupping my balls.  Her kisses
moved over my neck, something that always drives me wild.  She
began running her fingers in circles just behind my scrotum,
pressing firmly, her lips and tongue now playing over my nipples.

I surrendered myself to these feelings and threw my head back,
reveling in the sensations.  She was focused entirely on me, the
bliss was complete.  She gripped me firmly, her other hand still
massaging under my balls.  She was driving me crazy!  She brought
her breast up, and rubbed my cock over the nipple, it was hard as
a rock.  We both watched as she pulled a droplet of precum from
the tip of my cock and touched it to her nipple.

I'm not sure I've mentioned her breasts, they are just right
sized, not overly big, but her nipples, they are very long when
erect.   Anyway, she held her breast in her hand, directing the
pressure over my cock, teasing me.  She motioned me to move to
the very edge of the pool deck and taking the bottle of wine
began pouring down over my lower belly.

It was so erotic, the rich red liquid running down over me, onto
her breasts.  My legs were spread apart and I felt it running
down over me.  Then her mouth was on me, her lips sucking in the
liquid, her tongue probing, following the trail of the liquid.  
She had me back in her hand, gripping me tight.

Her other hand lifting my balls as her lips followed the flow.  
Down, lower.  I know she felt the surge in my cock as her tongue
ran over my asshole.  She began to stroke me, her tongue
beginning to press.  OHHHhhh, no-one had ever done this.  I felt
her pressing, felt her lips somehow sucking at the same time.  I
found myself loving the feeling, her tongue so warm, so firm and
soft.

She pulled up, and saw the look on my face, the frustration at
the contact being broken.  She smiled, took the bottle and poured
more wine, directly over my cock.     Her eyes looked up into
mine as she lowered her mouth over my cockhead.  At the same
time, she began applying pressure against my asshole with her
fingertip.  A circular motion that had me pressing into her as
best I could.

I found myself opening my legs up wider, wanting to give her more
access, wanting her to press harder.  Then, finally, as her mouth
lowered down over me, I felt her finger press inside.  So slowly,
lubricated by the wine, I realized she had her finger all the way
in to her knuckle.  Almost immediately I was cumming, screaming
out, I filled her mouth.  I watched her let the cum lewdly run
from her lips, over my cock as she left the finger deep inside of
me.

Then she was kissing me, I could taste myself on her lips, and I
realized she hadn't even swallowed any of it, but pushed it into
my mouth as her tongue found mine.    That was the start of the
night, she took me into her bed, where we proceeded to start all
over.  Several times during the night I even woke to the
sensation of her mouth on my cock.  I can't even tell you how
many times I came that night.


The morning came and I woke to an empty bed, it was almost 11:00
already.  I have to believe that was one of the best nights of my
life.  As I lay there, thinking back on it I had been pretty
selfish.  The more I thought, the more I realized that I had
barely contributed much to her pleasure at all, and all her
attention had been focused on mine.  What a woman, I kept having
to remind myself that she was married and this was probably just
a night for the books.

I got up and looked around for my clothes, but didn't see them
anyway.  Out the bedroom window I saw Andrea in the back by the
pool, tanning herself in the morning sun.  I stood there,
watching her, finding myself aroused once again as the events of
the previous night came flooding into my head.

I trotted downstairs to find she had moved into the kitchen.   
She was standing at the sink, topless, only a small bikini bottom
on.  Her skin was positively glowing.  By the time I reached her,
I was fully hard again (one of the benefits of youth.)  I moved
behind her and wrapped my arms around her.  She immediately
pressed herself back into me.

She turned, and pushed me into the living room and back onto the
couch.  In seconds she was naked and straddling me, she was
absolutely soaking wet as she slid down onto me.  I could get
used to this.  She had turned into a nympho but who was I to
complain?    It was a bit slower than the previous night, she was
so wet that there was very little friction, but her hips worked
their magic.  Then, as she began talking dirty to me, I was
filling her once again.  Kind of amazing that I had anything
left.

She had her hands in my hair at the back of my neck.  They
remained there as she rolled off of me, pulling me over with her.
 Her legs opened up and she pulled me down.  Her pussy was red
and swollen, and was literally gaping open as she pulled my face
down.

This wasn't really a problem, I had learned to enjoy this in the
office and dove my tongue deep inside of her.  She made me go
slow, coaxing me to get every last drop.  Every time I thought I
had it all, a new dollop would appear.  I finally brought her to
a very intense orgasm and her spasms of pleasure pushed every bit
into my mouth, adding some of her own.

"This must be the bloke you were telling me about."   Came from
across the room.  This man startled me as I had thought we were
alone.  I tried to jerk up, to see the intruder, but Andrea held
me there, my mouth firmly against her.

When she finally let me up, there was a man who must have been
6'3" standing there.  He was soaking wet, apparently just having
walked in from the pool.  I was confused, had he been there
earlier as I spied Andrea sunbathing?  He didn't seem the least
bit surprised about by my position, or Andrea's.

She told me to run upstairs and get cleaned up, she indicated
there was a swimsuit on the bed in the guest room for me and to
join her at the pool room where I'd stayed before.

I did as she asked and headed upstairs.   Upstairs I took a quick
shower, it had been quite a night actually, it felt wonderful.  I
stepped out and found the suit on bed she had mentioned.  It was
a speedo type, I was used to wearing swim trunks.  I figured,
what the hell, she had seen it all already, and donned the suit.


The suit was more than just a regular speedo, or more properly I
should say less.  You could clearly make out everything I had
through the thin material, nothing extra to this one, it wasn't a
thong, but it didn't really cover my ass either.  It felt a bit
strange, but kind of exhilarating too.

Andrea was out by the pool again, sunbathing with another woman,
and Dolf - yes that was really his name as I learned later was in
the pool.   I had second thoughts about this suit I was wearing.

"Oh Brian, there you are, this is Dolf and Terri"  she made the
introductions.  "Be a dear and run in and make us some
daiquiris."

I returned soon enough.  Dolf was now out by the pool with the
girls.  Andrea was telling them about me.  "Brian is such good
help.  He always rises to the occasion at the office.   And he's
always up for special duties."

I knew what she was talking about, and the events of Friday in
the bosses office came back to me.  I was really hoping she
wasn't going there with these two.

Dolf then spoke up, "yeah Terri, you should have seen him a few
minutes ago inside, he was really going to town on Andrea."

"I think he's really learning to enjoy that part.  I've even
gotten him to keep fresh panties for me at the office, for the
special occasions when they get a bit messy."

I began to flush, they were talking about me as if I wasn't
there.

"I'm not sure what he does with them, but he does usually bring
them back clean the next day."  Andrea continues.

Terri then looked at me, "what do you do with them Brian?"

I just sat there, a bit dumbfounded, stammering.

"It's ok, you can tell us.  Andrea's told us all about you, I
think it positively smashing what you do for her" she coaxes,
then she motions me closer  "here, take a look at this"

Her bikini bottoms where the high French-cut style of the day. 
As if it was the most natural thing to do, she tucks her thumb in
the front and pulls them down.  My breathing must have stopped. 
Her pubic hair wasn't much more than a stripe, but it was matted
with cum, and I could see the thick white fluid coating her pussy
and the fabric.

"I think he likes what he sees." She laughs to the others.  I
realize my small swimsuit had become a bit smaller, and the tip
of my cock was straining to push out of the top.

Then she pushed her hand down into her bottoms, and then held it
up.  Her fingers were coated and slick.  She licked each finger
in turn.  "I can't say as I blame you Brian, it is yummy."   She
repeated the action, this time holding them up.  "go ahead, have
a taste Brian."

I was humiliated, but knew I would do as she asked.  My eyes
closed as my lips touched her fingertips, then I was sucking on
them, cleaning them.  I knew the others were watching me but I
was past that, and they knew it.

She put her other hand on my head,   I was soon kneeling beside
her lounge chair, I wanted more.  She stopped me, slid her bikini
bottom off and handed it to me, "here, you clean these up first
Brian.   Then you can have the rest."

Then, Terri was holding them up, offering them to me.  I could
smell the sex, and soon could feel the wetness against my lips.

"Is this what you do with Andrea's panties?" she teased, "do you
like to lick them clean?"

There was really no point in my answering.  I think the three of
them knew that I did.

"Do you stroke your cock while you lick all that cum?"  As she
did this she dragged her long nails across the fabric that was
stretched around my cock.    I was rock hard, it was obvious.

"Stand up Brian, and show us, show us how you touch yourself
while you lick the cum from Andrea's panties."

As if in a trance, I slid my hand down, my face deep in Terri's
bikini bottoms sucking all the cum from them, wanting more. 
Almost at the same time as  my cock came free I was cumming.  It
wasn't any spectacular thing that shot across the pool decking,
but rather it kind of just dribbled out.  The events of the last
20 hours had drained me apparently.

I realized that Terri had her hand cupped under mine as I
stroked.  A small pool of my cum had settled there, and over my
fingers.  She held up her hand, I knew what to do and dropped
down.  She fed it to me. I willingly took it, then licked it from
my fingers while they watched.  This was incredibly humiliating,
but I didn't care, the fire that it caused to burn inside of me
was amazing.

Then I was down, between her legs, oblivious of their words,
totally focused on the task at hand.  They were talking I know,
but I never heard a word.  Here was a woman I had met scarcely 30
minutes earlier, and I was licking her pussy clean, and I loved
it.  I was content to be exactly where I was.

What is it about a woman who is full of cum that is so erotic?  I
can't answer that.  I'm not sure that 3 months prior I could have
said that it was, but now the effect it had on me was undeniable.


Terri came while I was sucking her dry, and boy did she cum,  her
cum flooded into my mouth, I'd never know a woman could cum that
much.   She clamped her thighs down on my head as it wracked her.
  I thought I would pass out, her orgasm seemed to continue on
and on.

Finally she relaxed and I came up for air.  My mouth and face
were coated, my knees were raw from the pool deck, I hadn't even
realized it before.  I looked to the next lounge chair, and now,
instead of just Andrea sitting there, she was now on top of Rolf,
her back to him, her feet on the ground while his hands were on
her hips.  Neither was moving, and realized they both had the
glazed relaxed look following an orgasm.  The must have been
going at it while I was focusing on Terri.

Andrea drew me over, and pulled me down, kissing me.  Deeply.  I
melted, oh how this woman had me!  She kind of moaned, obviously
enjoying the taste of my lips.

"Oh you dear dear boy" she cooed, as if I was a child.

She took my hand, and guided it down between her legs.  She was
firmly against Rolf.  My hand in hers she wrapped it around his
balls.  She helped me massage them.  God they were massive!  And
heavier than I could have imagined!  Together we milked his
balls.  I felt several post-orgasm spasms course though him, and
knew he was pushing his last drops into her.

"Get close, and watch dear Brian, you are in for a treat,"

I lowered down, and with her feet firmly on the ground, and her
hands on his thighs she began lifting herself up.  And up, and
up.  Finally his cock fell free, still firm and glistening with
their juices.  She leaned back a bit, her pussy had yet to
contract and I saw the cum there, calling me.

I leaned forward.

"Not yet, Brian, just wait."

After a moment it began to pour from her, slowly at first, then
more, and more.  It fell down onto his cock.  Without being told,
I knew what she wanted, and she knew what I wanted.   I began to
lick him, or more accurately, lick the cum from the flesh of his
cock.

She wrapped her hand around its semi-hardness.  Holding it up as
if it were her own, stiff between her legs.  "Show me Brian, show
me how you sucked our good boss yesterday"

I hesitated only a second and had him in my mouth.  "Oh yes, I
really am sorry I wasn't there yesterday to witness the first
cock ever to slide past your lips"  she went on,  "you should
know how watching your lips wrapped around Rolf here turns me
on."

I was sucking in earnest now, the cum was gone and that excuse
had been thrown be the wayside.  Andrea put her hands in my hair
and pulled me onto "her" cock.  Slowly at first, I felt her grow
hard, or him, I was getting confused.

Then she became more forceful, pushing me farther and farther
down onto him.  She seems to revel in it, fucking my mouth,
hearing me gag as it pushed into my throat.

"you need to relax dear"  she coaxed, giving me a moment to catch
my breath.  Then I looked up into her eyes.  Oh god how I wished
this was her cock I was sucking on, how I wanted to make her
happy.

I think she understood my thoughts, "suck my cock Brian"  she
teased,  "show me what a good cocksucker you've become."

I was Terri who noticed how hard I was, how my cock was dripping
and bobbing up and down.    "That's it Andrea, fuck his mouth,
he's a natural."

I heard a grunt that couldn't have been Andrea, and she pulled my
mouth from her.  I felt like a baby going for the teat.  I felt
cheated.  But with her hand firmly in the hair on top of my head
she began stroking her cock.

"Open your mouth slut" and I did, just as the first jet shot
forth, hitting my upper lip.  I moved to catch it all, but she
was in control.  I knew I was a goner, I'd crossed over the edge,
I really was a cocksucker now.  I had cum all over my mouth and
face, and I loved it.

Again she pulled me up to her and looked into my eyes, which
dispensed with any reservations whatsoever about what I'd just
done.  The look she gave me, it made me melt.  She ran her
fingers over the cum dripping from my lips, my cheeks, my chin, 
she pushed it all into my mouth.  Such tenderness,  so gentle,
letting me coax each drop from her fingers until I had it all.  I
really think that at that moment I was in love with her.


































































  
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