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Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: I Love to Fuck
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I love to fuck. I won’t say that it’s the only the only thing in
my life, but it is a big part, the bigger the better, did you get that? The bigger the better?
Never mind if you didn’t, just don’t read on. You won’t understand.
I should introduce myself. Why? Because everyone who writes these
stories always does so. I imagine that every reader creates an
imagine in his (or her) head, but still. I won’t break a fine tradition.
I have to be honest and say that I am not newly wed eighteen or
stunningly attractive, I am married but Jim, my husband, doesn’t know anything
about my activities. I have been very, very careful,
never fuck with anyone who might know Jim or our families.
Is that difficult? In small town
Now about myself, I’m thirty-four but can pass twenty six or seven,
brown haired and eyed, I even have a few freckles on my cheeks, my face not
arse! I stand five-five in my bare feet and five-seven in my heels. I have a
figure that curves in all the right places, I’m not exactly slender but neither
am I fat. Is that vague enough? Good, now I’ll relate how I started to fuck the
city.
I married Jim at twenty-one and expected to have two kids and a life as
a suburban housewife and mother. It took three years to discover that we had a
problem, well, several in fact.
Jim has a low sperm count; real low and I don’t ovulate very often. It’s
a combination that makes things difficult but when Jim
started to droop because of, as he saw it, his lack of masculinity. It just
added to the problem. Jim had never been a shag machine but he was (is) kind,
caring and compassionate. It was a deadly combination and by the time of our
fifth anniversary we had separate beds and by the eighth we had separate
bedrooms.
It was about the time of our third wedding anniversary that I realised
several things about myself. (One) I was very horny and frustrated.
(Two) Jim was never going to satisfy me. (Three) I needed sex.
So, just after my twenty forth birthday I found myself changing careers
and starting to temp. I’d read about a woman who’d used temping as a disguise
for fucking around and whilst I didn’t believe her stories (six men at once was
five to many) I liked the concept and I discovered quickly, there was more
money to be made from the work (the temping!)
I arrived at the modern offices of Smart World one bright summers morning
wearing a regulation short denim skirt and a skin tight t-shirt. I had no idea
what to expect but by the third day, after flashing my butt and laughing at the
suggestive jokes I was asked by Cliff the sales manager to stay behind and work
on a contract with him.
“I’ll need to tell my husband.” I smiled.
“What?” Cliff looked startled.
“That I have to work late.” I laughed. “I will get extra for this, won’t
I?”
“Sure, sure.” Cliff was thirty something, six foot and in good condition, and like
all sales men, he was over confident.
An hour after I’d told Jim I’d be late I was starting to panic. Cliff
had worked methodically through a contract, no suggestions, no leaning over my
shoulder. I had started to wonder if I’d read the signs wrong and that all he
wanted to do was work.
“I’d love a coffee.” He said closing the file.
“Nice idea.” I fluttered my eyelids, I have long eyelashes and I
also knew that it was my job to make it.
The company had a communal kitchen, microwave, kettle, percolator, fridge,
a couple of tables and a few chairs. It kept staff from drinking at their
desks. The MD had a thing about clean desks and impressing the public.
So I expected Cliff to follow me into the kitchen and I wasn’t wrong I
was just surprised as to how close he stood. I was standing at the work surface
when Cliff’s hands came to rest on my hips.
“What are you doing?” I said in what I hoped was a shocked voice.
“Let me hold you.” He pleaded as his arms wrapped themselves around my
waist. He was standing behind me and as he pulled me closer I started to feel
something very hard and long pressing against my arse.
“What’s that?” I laughed.
“You know what it is.” Cliff chucked into my
ear. “Now turn round so that I can kiss you.”
It was quite an achievement to do so; Cliff
was very, very close and in turning around our bodies rubbed and brushed
against each other. I wondered if I should protest, the I’m
a married woman thing, but I wasn’t here to pretend. If Cliff wanted to
fuck me then I wasn’t about to put obstacles in his way.
We kissed, softly at first but as the heat
kicked in, then more passionately. He could kiss, like kissing was part of sex
and not just a polite precursor to the main event. We struggled round the room whilst
Cliff rucked up my skirt and claimed handfuls of my arse.
I was rubbing my hand along the length of his
bulge and as he stroked my arse then I tugged down his zipper. He grunted his
encouragement as my fingers closed on his hot, hard member.
We ended up against one of the kitchen
tables. Cliff looked me in the face, waiting for my encouragement. I just
smiled and started, with my free hand, to pull apart his trousers.
Cliff laid me across the table. It wasn’t the
most comfortable place I’d ever fucked but by then I didn’t care. I was
shaking, breathless and very, very wet; so that when Cliff touched me between my open legs the moan I let
go could have been heard on the next block.
Cliff laughed. “Horny lady.”
“You’d better believe it.” I grunted as his
fingers stroked my quim through the gusset of my sopping panties. The more he
did that it then the more my hips bounced along in rhythm. When he pulled my panties off of me I lifted
my bum to help him, then I lay back, my legs splayed so that he could see just how hot and wet
he’d made me.
Hunger was the only word for how we both felt. I wanted Cliff inside me and
he wanted to be there as well. It took as long as Cliff rolling a rubber onto
his impressive appendage before his cock was lodged inside me, with his balls
nestling against my damp, sticky buttocks.
It was like a shock, suddenly I was filled, a
hard, long sliver of manhood. It was a sensation I’d forgotten and for a moment
I no longer drew breath and I am sure that my heart stopped beating. It was so good.
I would almost have been happy just to lie there, with Cliff leaning over me.
When he started to move I forgot all about that idea,
and soon I was bucking and thrusting back at Cliff’s eager but experienced
cock. Reaching a climax wasn’t a possibility it was a certainty. I’d nearly
come when Cliff had entered me then the pummelling I was receiving meant my
climax was inevitable.
I came, long and harder than I’d ever done before, a screaming, juddering
lump of female flesh. I felt my own jism burst forth hot and flooding,
somewhere in all this Cliff exploded. I sensed his control go and he shuddered,
his seed spurting forth. We collapsed into an untidy breathless heap as Cliff’s
now flaccid cock slid from inside me.
For a while we didn’t speak, there was no
need and no breath for such pleasantries. Finally I had to move, the table was
hard, and now I was beginning to notice just how uncomfortable my position was.
“Move.” I grunted, pushing him off me.
The nice thing about fucking in a bed is that
afterwards, when the moment has passed, you can lie in a comfortable embrace.
Fucking in an office building rarely offers a cosy afterwards.
I wriggled off the table, feeling my back and
the tops of my legs. “Where are my pants?” I muttered, looking around.
Cliff likewise was trying to dress, pulling
his trousers and shorts up, before rolling the used condom of his now totally
deflated dick.
I found my pants and pulled them on. “Still want
that coffee?” I asked, smoothing my skirt into place.
“Sure.” Cliff laughed.
“Then you make it. I need to tidy myself up.”
I announced, flouncing out of the room.
We drank the coffee in Cliff’s office, a
companionable silence punctuated by small talk. I glanced at the clock. “I’ll
have to go.”
“Stay a while longer.” Cliff pleaded.
I glanced again at the clock. I hadn’t told
Jim when I’d be home. “How much longer?” I didn’t ask why. After what we’d just
done, then the why was obvious. Cliff had sampled my honey pot and wanted more.
It was quite a compliment really.
“Another hour?” Cliff suggested.
I made a show of thinking about his
suggestion. If he could recover this quickly then I’d be a fool to turn down his offer.
“I’ll have to call home. Jim will be expecting me.”
Cliff lifted the receiver from its cradle.
“Just give me the number, I’ll even call it.”
I shook my head. “I do my own dirty work.” I
stood up and took the receiver from his raised hand. As I did so, Cliff caught
me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap. I didn’t object, providing he
didn’t mess around too much. I had to sound convincing when Jim answered.
“Hi, it’s me.” I said in what I intended to
be an irritable voice. “Look, this is taking longer than I’d expected.” I started
to explain. As I spoke I felt Cliff’s hand trying to slide beneath my skirt. I
had been expecting this and shifted my bum to make it easier. “No, the
miserable old goat is just taking a piss. He really is an old woman; every
comma has to be exactly right. Listen it’ll be another hour and a half before
I’m home, can you do me a favour…” I had to stop. Cliff’s hand was trying to
wriggle underneath my knickers elastic. I had no objection to that; it just
wasn’t the right position so I lent forwards across his desk, taking my weight
onto my elbows. Immediately I felt the back of my skirt flipped and my panties
being eased down over my buttocks. It was difficult to concentrate with Cliff’s
fingers stroking my buttocks. Jim said something. “What? Sorry, thought I heard
him coming back. Listen put the water on. I’m hot and sweaty, first thing I
want when I get home is a nice long bath. Okay, see you later.” I put the
receiver down just as Cliff’s tongue reached my portal. I groaned with
unrestrained pleasure. A good job I’d finished talked before Cliff had started.
I settled down, raising my butt just enough to ease his access. This was the
life. I knew that I had found my way.
I stayed at Wonder World for three months.
Cliff was the first and the last of my office shags whilst I was there but he
wasn’t the only one. When I finally left I had five notches on my garter strap.
After Wonder World there have been many other
assignments and with each one I have found myself a lover or lovers.
I imagine that some time I’ll relate another
of my adventures, just don’t know which one or when, bye for now.