Workers Unite(Current Rating 82/100, based on 26 votes)
He was sick and tired, frustrated, pissed off, and so damn horny his minimum requirements had been reduced to two tits, a hole and a heartbeat. He still longed for the beautiful, voluptuous woman, but at this point a hole was a hole.
His wife had stopped the whole sex routine almost a year ago, and since he still believed in their marriage, he had been beating his meat in every imaginable way. Right-handed, left-handed, with lotion, without lotion, porn, magazines, TV shows, whatever. He was so lost in his own world that it never dawned on him that his wife was getting slammed by one of the guys at the gym until she moved out. Now he was on his own, and had been out of the dating game for 20 years, so a little rusty, you might say. He tried timidly here and there, with no success.
Then he met her…at work, no less, a beautiful busty blonde, with nice curves in all the right places. They talked a bit and he found out that she was also in the middle of a divorce, and had no serious interest in men. He also had no serious interest in women, other than to get laid, so he suggested to her that they become better acquainted. They went to dinner and chatted it up. Throughout dinner, he made sure to keep eye contact, ever trying to be the gentleman, but every chance he had, his gaze would be lost in the appetizing scoops of Double D heaven practically poking his eyes out. He carefully watched her pouty lips as she spoke, imagining them puckered up and lavishing soft nibbles on his balls. He had a constant erection throughout dinner, and he prayed that if they made it to his place, he wouldn’t be the one-pump wonder. She, of course, had caught him many times ogling her tits. It made her wonder if he had an erection. Her thoughts drifted to a stiff c
ock stuffing her, and soon she was starting to get a little lubricated. Flushed, she excused herself to the bathroom.
When she returned, her blouse was revealing even more, leaving oh so little to his already vivid imagination, and she was also wearing the cutest little crooked grin. They finished their dinner, the conversation delving deeper and deeper into the one thing now on both of their minds. She scooted closer and put her hand on his leg, and he put his arm around her. Their eyes met for just a second, and soon they were kissing. Gently at first their tongues met, then suddenly, without warning, both attacked with their tongues. Their breathing became heavy and the air musky as she slid her hand up his leg until it rested against his now pulsing cock. She could feel the throb through his pants on her one finger that touched it. He badly wanted to slide his hand into her blouse and pet the objects of his obsession, but they were in public, so he refrained. But she did not. She firmly placed her hand on his member, feeling the shape of its head through his slacks on her fingerti
ps. She caressed the length of his shaft, slowly at first, enjoying feeling his sporadic breathing each time she stroked him. They ended their kiss the same way it had started; slowly separating their tongues, then their mouths, and finally staring into each other’s eyes. She never let go of him as she asked, ”so was the meal dutch, or…”, she drug out the last word, teasing him with her eyes and mouth. He almost fell out of his chair reaching for his wallet.
In the car, the kissing resumed. This time though, there was no inhibition of prying eyes as he let loose her breasts. He kissed each of them in turn, careful to avoid her nipples, which were hardening more and more with each lap of his tongue. Just as he finally laid his lips on one of her nipples, she managed to free his ever-hard rod. The dark prevented her from seeing the veins criss-crossing and running the length of his shaft, but she could easily see the length and girth as his cock twitched with every beat of his heart. She quickly grabbed him and pulled at him, as if demanding that he ignore her tits and allow her to have her way. They struggled for dominance, neither giving very much, but soon she was wearing nothing but a very wet thong. As he arched his back to pull his pants down a little, she took became the lioness…the hunter had found her prey’s weak point, and she attacked. Without warning, the head of his cock was pressed deep into her throat.
She put one hand on his chest to keep him at bay, and the other to control the pole that she was impaling herself on. He balls quickly tightened, contracting to push their seed as far into the moist hole their glorious master had found, and she welcomed it, quickening her pace. Soon, too soon, he erupted into her mouth, his warm juice squirting deep into her throat. She carefully finished him, ensuring no drop was left behind. He exhaled deeply as she let his tool slide out of her mouth. She smiled as she told him to start the car. Quickly gathering his wits, he started the car and raced home, a tortuous 15 minutes away.
In the house, he gave her a quick tour. The kitchen (get a drink), dining room, spare room, blah, blah, blah. Once they reached the living room, they sat on the couch. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled that knowing smile. He took her drink from her hand and placed on the end table. She waited patiently as he turned and moved closer to her. This time their kiss was more passionate, almost caring. But it was a façade, and they knew it. It was game they were now playing…who was the hunter, who the hunted. He left no doubt to the question as he took her hands in his, and then pinned them over head. He held her hands in place with one of his as he quickly removed her blouse, ripping 2 buttons off in the process. Her tits exposed, her chest quivering with her rapid shallow breaths, he passed them quickly, with barely a glance. He started kissing her stomach, and slowly let her hands go. He used his free hands to get her pants off (again), but left her thong in place. His mouth moved in mysterious patterns around her stomach and down her legs to her knees. Her whole body would shake each time his warm breath passed near the fork of her body. He built her anticipation, and was rewarded with a loud roan as he finally placed his mouth against her thinly clad mound. He used his tongue to tickle her lips, and his lips to nibble at her. Then his tongue skillfully pushed the thong to one side, allowing him full access to her glory. She yelped as his tongue spread her lips and entered her. As his hands massaged her tits and body, his mouth massaged her pussy. A light lick on her lips, spreading them and opening her up, then a plunge as deep as he could. Slowly licking her insides, her body writhing in ecstasy as he flitted lightly with her clit. His flat tongue massaging her clit and then suddenly diving deep inside her, sucking on her lips, all random and without chorus, was driving her wild. He concentrated on her clit for a while, and soon she was clenching her legs around his head. She came with a scream that he could barely hear, grinding her pelvis against his face, and gripping him with her legs so he couldn’t get away. Her body went limp as she finished, and he once again began the slow journey to her face. Stopping at each one of her breasts and giving them the attention they so well deserved. She grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, then almost violently threw him to his back, onto the floor. She quickly pounced and swallowed his half-erect toy. Soon he was hard again, which was al she wanted. She grunted as he left her mouth, and she expertly moved on top of him. She looked deep into his eyes as she grabbed his tool and guided it into her open shed. A small gasp escaped her lips and a a loud groan his as she wasted no time taking the full length of his large prick deep into the recesses of her expectant pussy. A few slow strokes, and then she was off to the races. She slammed her pussy against him with such force that the slapping skin sounded like full slaps across the face. He tried to pump and push himself into her but she only slammed him to his back, telling him in an almost evil, throaty voice to just wait. She abused him, hanging positions almost without missing a stroke. He felt like a kid on a whirlwind ride, not knowing what to do, but also knowing that it would all be good in the end. He grabbed her tits when he could, even managed to get his mouth on them a few times, but her pace and fervor prevented him from being an able participant. Soon he could take it no more. She had moved to a position where she was facing his feet, and he took the tactical advantage. He quickly lifted her, staying in her, and forcefully put her on her knees and hands. He now had her from behind, and he let her know who was in charge. He spanked her ass as he plunged into her. Now she was more exposed, and each of his strokes allowed him to penetrate to her deepest walls. She nearly cried with each stab, and yelped with each spank of his hand. He plunged deep into her and stayed there, working his hips to move his cock inside her, and used his hand to rub her clit. He suddenly and without warning pulled out of her completely, and slapped his dick against her ass, making that hole wet, and quickly reentered her pussy, with a surprised and satisfying gasp from his partner. Now, as his cock slammed her pussy, his thumb began working her ass. She nearly came as he finally was able to get both of her holes penetrated, and as he found her spot, she screamed as she came. He continued his relentless attack, and moments later was spewing his seed on her ass.
They both collapsed in unison on the floor, gasping for air. She bagan laughing, slowly at first, and then more loudly. “What’s so funny?”, he asked. “I won’t be able to walk to work tomorrow!”, she said between fits of laughter. “I’ll give you a ride”, he said seriously. “No”, she said, “we may never make it there, but you can pick me up.”
Author: Crazy |
