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.:(_t_h_e_._L_E_G_A_L_._b_i_t_):.

This is a short story of an adult nature.
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Copyright (C) 1998, this work is copyrighted to the author.
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Needs to be fulfilled - by Claire

My name is Claire. I work as a manager's assistant in a large Central
London advertising agency called Jamesons. I'm twenty-four, tall, have
bobbed blond hair and blue eyes, nice sized tits and, since I kicked my
boyfriend of six years out, a sex drive that has been driving me crazy
One Tuesday morning, I got into work feeling really, really horny.

Sitting at my desk was a nightmare. I kept trying to rub myself
against the seat. After a while, I could take it no more, and seeing
as my boss was late, I snuck off into the ladies.

Inside the cubicle I pulled down my skirt and knickers, sat down on
the toilet seat and started rubbing my clit. After a while, the
electric sensation started to penetrate inside my body, moving up
my back towards my head.

Feeling myself juicing up I slipped my fingers up inside me whilst
using my thumb to keep rubbing my clit. I leant back against the
wall, trying to keep quiet as my fellow work mates bustled around
the toilets outside, applying makeup, changing tampons.

My legs were spread hard apart against the walls of the cubicle as
I felt the familiar glow build up around my crotch, my hands were
really sticky and my cunt was clenching around my fingers as I
finally hit the point of orgasm, my eyes crossed briefly, and I bit
my bottom lip as I stifled a moan.

I slipped my fingers out of myself letting out a sigh and relaxed my
body against the toilet. As I sat there, waiting for the inevitable
piss, I covered my nose with my hand, breathing my come deep into my
lungs. I slipped my finger into my mouth and sucked up and down on it
like a cock, tasting my cunt.

Sitting back at my desk, I started to realise that although my cunt was
satisfied, my mind was not. The warm glow started to slip away and I
felt myself wriggling against my seat again. Every man that walked
past me drew my eyes.

The rest of the day passed slowly. After an almost endless wait 5.30
hit and I grabbed my bag and shot out of the door.

Wandering the streets of Soho aimlessly did nothing for my affliction,
and something made me duck into Taylor's on Soho Street.

Taylor's is a Jazz bar. Not really my scene, and not my usual pulling
ground, but I fancied something a bit different tonight. I got myself a
Gin and Tonic and propped myself up against the bar.

My eyes roamed. I finally locked onto a man at a table alone, reading a
paper. He wore a casual suit, had short cropped dark hair and a golden
complexion. This looked like my best bet.

I walked over to his table - Mind if I sit here?

His eyes appeared over his newspaper. Deep blue. mmmm.

- Not at all, he replied.

I reached my hand towards his - Claire,

He took my hand and shook it - Jason. Pleased to meet you.

He went back to his paper, so I continued staring at him until his
eyes finally flicked back to mine. With a smile, he folded his paper
and leaned forward.

- So, what brings you to Taylor's?

- Just out looking for something to do. What about you?

- Just a quick drink to chill out after work.

- Uh-huh. I replied looking down at my nails. - Fancy entertaining
a bored girl on the rebound?

He laughed. - What sort of entertainment do you require?

I looked back up at him, our eyes meeting, locking his attention
as I reached under the table and grabbed his crotch, feeling the
large lump of meat between his legs.

He flinched, looking shocked, then gulped nervously as I felt his
cock quivering, stiffening.

I brought my face right up to his. My breath hot over his face.

- I require this.

I squeezed.

- I require this up my cunt. Now.

Then I let go of him and sat back.

- Jesus, you don't fuck around do you? err, I mean... you don't
waste any time do you?

- No to both questions.

I stood up and walked away. When I turned back to him, he was still
sitting there, the same shocked look on his face.

- Come on then,

He jumped up, grabbed his bag and jacket and trotted after me, looking
around to see if anyone had seen what had happened, which of course
they had not.

Out on to the street into dirty Soho, with what I hoped was a temporary
cure for my illness attached to my arm.

Soho. Everything is so dirty. The streets, the air, the smack addicts.
Suits with puke stained white shirts and raging hard-ons. Office
girls in tight not-too-mini skirts dribbling champagne down their
blouses, Students drinking piss water and cigarette butts. Everyone out
for a fuck. A place to lose yourself, and then find yourself again.
Everyone there in the belief that even deep in the heart of decadence,
there is protection in numbers. Everyone of course very wrong.

I led him back to my work, which was locked. All the lights were out,
everyone was gone. We went around the side of the building.

- Follow me,

I pulled myself up and over the wall, giving him a good look at the
naked crotch under my skirt as I did so. He was over shortly afterwards
and found himself in the small walled off patio behind the Jamesons
building.

Before he had had time to get his bearings, I pulled down his trousers,
grabbed his big stiff cock and pulled him towards the nearest wall.
I leant against it and pulled up my skirt. He needed no further
invitation. He lifted my left leg, and leant into me as he slipped
his cock into my wet hole. My bottom scraped against the rough wall
as he banged up and into me.

- fuckinghu!comeinmehuh!fuckingfuckhuu!meharderh!fuckcomeon!

He forced air out of my lungs with each stroke of his big solid cock.
With his free hand he roughly ripped off my shirt and grabbed my
right tit, kneading it, then biting the nipple between his teeth.

I grabbed his tight ass and started helping him with each thrust,
pulling him deeper. I just wanted it. I didn't need to love.
I needed to be fucked harder.

- comininmeHNN!fuckfuckHUH!comeonfuckHH!meHMM!now!

He started to groan, and bit my neck hard as he prepared to come.
The pain sent me reeling. My cunt started pulsing wildly, pulling
the come out of his cock. His stroke began to falter as the
temperature in my slit became white hot.

- ooooohfukyeahnowfuckmenow!

I felt my top blow as the heat left my cunt and rushed through me. With
three final staggering lunges he unloaded his come deep inside me, then
collapsed against my body.

As our breathing returned to normal, he kissed me on the lips and pulled
his cock out of me. In the light from the street lamp, I saw a thin
strand of come still attached to his cock. I felt my juices and his wet
on my thighs. I put my hand down and brought some of the wetness up
to my face.

My head was sore from banging against the wall, my ass was sore from
rubbing against it, and my pussy was sore from the servicing his cock
big cock had just given it. I felt well and truly filled.

We sat down against the wall next to each other. I offered him a fag
and we silently smoked together, my fingers playing in his pubic hair.
I looked at my watch. It was still only seven thirty. I needed more.

- So, where do you live? I asked.

He took a deep breath, - Brixton.

- Lets go.

He looked at me. - Are you sure?

I stood up, pulling my skirt into order and my ripped blouse around me. I
put my hand down towards him and pulled him up to me.

- What's your name again?

- Jason.

I pulled him towards me, kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth,
feeling the still hard meat between his legs pressing against me.

- Come on. Let's go.

We couldn't find a cab, so we went to All Bar One in Dean Street. He
bought some drinks, and we sat down and talked. He told me that he was
a video editor at a large TV company. I don't think he was really that
surprised when he felt my foot sliding its way up his leg.

My eyes locked on to his as I reached his crotch. He smiled and motioned
towards the toilets with his eyes, to which I closed my eyes and exhaled. I
was shaking with excitement as he led me down the stairs and towards
the gents. Fucking in a toilet is one of my biggest thrills. He looked inside
to check that it was empty, and we stole into a white walled cubicle.

He immediately pulled down my miniskirt and lifted me up onto the
cistern. I gasped as my cheeks hit the cold ceramic, but he had his face in
between my legs so fast that the gasp turned into a gulp, then a warm
sigh. My pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a strip, and my cunt felt nice
and sticky. He started nibbling around my slit, alternately tonguing and
biting the edges of my sticky hole, then he pushed his face at the centre,
getting as much of his tongue and face into me as possible.

I reached over his shoulders and clawed at his back. My back arched,
head forced against the white tiles, my hands pulling him into me, him;
Jason, my saviour, his face covered in my juices, his tongue forced down
towards my cervix, my sticky sweet smell coating his tongue. He pulled
away, sucking at my hole, then went back down to lick and nibble my clit. I
moaned as he pushed his hands up inside my top and began kneading at
my tits. My nipples were hard, and he must have felt the sweat between
my breasts as he massaged them.

My cunt started to pulse and gyrate, so he pulled away. I grabbed his
head and tried to force it back between my legs, but he stepped back and
looked at me. My eyes were wide; I looked at him as if he had just
slapped me. He stared into my eyes, and pulled down his trousers. My
gaze slipped downwards and I regarded his cock. I licked my lips and he
laughed.

His hand went to my neck and he pushed me back against the wall with
one hand and primed the head of his cock against my wetness with the
other. My eyes were closed; I was biting my lower lip in anticipation. I let
out a slight moan.

He waited, gently wanking his cock, not entering.

- cmoncmoncmon!

He did nothing.

I opened my eyes.
He slid his full length into me in one push. My eyes went wide, He pulled
back and pushed again slowly, my eyes closed and I let out a long moan.

He started pumping me fast, each push eliciting a strained groan. I was
biting my lip hard, my cunt was sloppy, my juices running down my legs,
his dick slipping in and out like a well oiled piston, pushing up towards my
mouth. I wrapped my legs around his back, and used my well-toned
muscles to pull him deeper with each stroke. My cunt felt like it was eating
his dick, sucking him in further and further. Our faces were getting redder,
and I began to call his name with each thrust.

I felt blood pounding through my temples in rhythm with the blood
pounding through my cunt. My lips were pursed, I was exhaling hard
through each thrust, and I felt his cock getting bigger as my cunt
contracted. Sweat was dripping from my hair, which stuck to my face. My
breaths turned to moans as my cunt began to milk his cock and I felt him
letting go.

He shot his come up me as I tensed and leant back in a rigor mortis
of orgasm. I shouted out as he streamed up into my fleshy red hole. He
grabbed me and hugged me, cock still pumping away. I could feel his
sweat against my face, his warm breath rushing past my ear.

Twenty minutes later we were in Brixton.

We staggered up the stairs, and got to Jason’s room. It was very bare,
with black wooden floorboards and a bed against one wall. I closed the
door, and slid down my miniskirt. He saw how wet I was, and immediately
knelt down and stuck his face into my cunt, rubbing himself against my
crotch.

I pushed him away and we took all our clothes off, then I lay on my back
on the bed with my legs spread. He immediately went down to give me
head, and within minutes my juice was flowing all around his mouth. I
writhed around and murmured:

- suck he, suck me....

He felt my cunt flex around his face as I came to a crashing orgasm,
shouting out into the dark room. Jason crawled back up to me and we lay
there as I caught my breath, his fingers playing in my fanny hair, slipping
in a finger now and then to keep my excited.

- Your turn, I smiled. - Go to the corner, close your eyes and turn the other
way.

He got up off the bed and did as he was told.

- What are you doing?
- Just wait... ok turn around.

He turned to see me with my ass up in the air, my face in the pillows and
my hands holding my ass cheeks apart. He needed no prompting. He got
on the bed and placed his cock against my ass ring.

- go slowly baby... I said

He pushed the head in, my ass hole pulling back his foreskin roughly. I
exhaled loudly with pain and then gasped as he slid further in.

- hunnnhhhh, I groaned.

He grasped my ass cheeks with both hands, and slid all the way in. I
shouted, then moaned as he slid out and then in again. As my ass
loosened he started to beat faster, my breaths and groans in time with his
thrusts. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and looked
round to see a young girl sitting on a chair, jeans and panties around her
ankles and four fingers rapidly sliding in and out of her slit.

She smiled at me and I closed my eyes and moaned.

- Alex, Jason gasped, - get... over here....

She dutifully got up, and he stopped pumping so that she could crawl
under me, her face under my cunt. I felt her mouth biting and sucking at
my clit, as Jason rammed into my ass. Her fingers were driving me wild
working in and out of my sore red cunt. By now I had my face firmly buried
in Alex's mound, it was wet as a river and pulsating like a fish. Jason got on
with the job in hand, beating away into my now loose ass hole.

He started to groan as he prepared to come. Alex obviously noticed this,
as she transferred all her mouth attention to his balls, and stuck four
fingers up my crack. I started bucking and shaking as I crashed into a
climax, moaning out into the room with my face still buried in Alex's cunt.
Alex's body suddenly went rigid as she lost control and I felt Jason's cum
surging up my ass hole. My back arched as all three of us screamed our
orgasms to the world.

We all fell together onto the bed. Jason kissed Alex, then me and then they
lay down on either side of me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I rubbed my red raw ass hole and pussy, feeling the
soreness, knowing that I had got what I wanted.


*

_.:(_c_o_n_t_a_c_t_._i_n_f_o_r_m_a_t_i_o_n_):._

This text was written by Claire, based on the experiences and fantasies
of a small group of people, including Claire and her boyfriend.

Please write to mailclaire@yahoo.com with comments.





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