HIM AND HER
by anonymous
He had just moved to California from the East Coast to escape his
problems and needed money so he took a part time position in the
west coast branch of the department store chain he used to work
for. He was in fine china. That was O.K. Back home he worked a little
in fine china. He knew a thing or two.
He met her a half hour before lunch. She was the assistant manager
and was beautiful. Tall, ebony skinned woman with full lips, nice
deep eyes, and red streaks in her hair. She had large breasts and
a nice ass. He immediately desired her.
He noticed something about her.
She had bulge. In her dress pants. There was the unmistakable curve
of a cock pressing against her loose pants. There was no way she
was a guy. A strap-on, he thought.
Damn, he thought, there's a keeper.
That day he brought his lunch. On his hour lunch he went down to
the employee lounge and retrieved his food from the oversized refrigerator.
He turned and there she was, sitting at one of the tables not at
all far away. They said hello to one another and he asked if he
could join her. "Sure," she said.
"Where are you from?" she asked.
He told her.
"Really," she said.
"Really," he said.
"Why did you come out here?"
"New start. Was sick and tired of how things were going in my life.
So one day I said that's it, and packed the few things I held dear
to me and moved out here."
"Do you know anyone out here?"
"I have a friend I used to go to school with who set me up with
a small apartment and all that. But other than him, no one."
"Well," she said, "there's me."
"And you."
She smiled.
"I was going to say you."
She had a beautiful smile. Her lips were full and made-up and looked
delicious.
"You have a nice smile," he said.
"You have nice eyes," she said.
He moved in close. Whispering, he said, "So
what's with the strap-on?"
She smiled. "You noticed?"
"Well, it was kind of prominent."
"Why thank you."
"Sexy."
She stopped. Stared at him.
"Do you mean that?"
He nodded.
She sighed softly, sifted in her seat.
"To be honest," she said, "I'm trying to turn on this girl in housewares.
I went to high school with her and she was a huge bisexual
slut then, and apparently still is."
"I'm . . . definitely have to find an excuse to go to housewares."
"Are you closing tonight?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I am too. Would you like to go to my place and talk some more.
Maybe I could show you around."
"I liked that fired one better."
"I was hoping you'd say that.
Later, after the store closed, and all the registers were closed,
and the employees had neatness up their departments, and everyone
left, they walked out to the parking lot together. He handed in
the keys for china to security, and he followed her outside. From
behind, he stared at her ass. It was round, and moved with each
step. He felt his cock come alive.
They made plans for him to follow her back to her place. She had
an apartment. She lived with a friend, but the friend, Fran was
her name, was out, so they had the place to herself. She excused
herself and went into the bedroom to change. He had removed his
tie in the car while waiting at a red light. He unbuttoned his shirt
a little.
She came out dressed in a rather short and loose grey mini and
a white t-shirt. He saw no bra. Her nipples were standing erect.
Very nice, he observed.
"You're not wearing the strap on anymore," he said.
He gave a pretend sad face.
"No, I don't think it would go well with this outfit."
Maybe I think it does, he thought, but he didn't say anything like
that, because he didn't want to be that forward. Yet.
"So did this bisexual slut girl notice?" he asked instead.
"Oh yeah," she said, plopping down on the couch. She was on one
end and he the other. "Actually, she snuck up on me in the stock
room and groped me. She wanted me to fuck her right then and there."
"Wow."
"I was tempted."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. She's hot as hell. That, on top of the strap-on rubbing
up against my clit, had me quite horny."
He was fully aroused. He felt it against his boxers, his pants.
And he was afraid of being forward. Apparently he was the only one.
"You should of," he said.
"Yeah right," she laughed. "There are better places in the store
to do it than the stock room we were in."
"Oh?"
"Yup. I'm sure you'll learn of them if you stay there for a while."
"I'll keep my eyes and ears open for them."
"How about your fly?" he said, motioning with her eyes to his crotch.
"Well, maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe. You're the one who knows all the people here. All
I know is a reclusive freelance writer and--for about twenty minutes--a
small part of you."
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Would you want to learn more about me?"
"I'd like that."
She smiled. He told her again that she had a nice smile. She blushed.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure."
"Rum and coke O.K.?"
"My dear, you read my mind."
She got up. "I like that," she said.
"What?"
" 'My dear.' "
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She came back, mixed two. He slammed his down, watched her do the
same. He made the next round. After that one he made another, asked,
"Ever had a Buttery Nipple?"
"No, but I do like to lick whipped cream off of nipples."
"No, it's a shot."
"What's in it?"
"Butterscotch liquor and a little Irish cream."
"Sounds nice."
"It is."
"I'll have to try one one of these days."
"Next time at my place. I have the stuff and can make them how
they should be had."
"O.K."
They had more. He started feeling it in his head, as the lunch
he had wasn't too big and he hadn't eaten anything recently.
They talked as they drank. About growing up, past relationships,
sexual and otherwise, family, friends, hobbies, beliefs, music,
movies, etc. They had a lot in common.
He finally said it: "There's only one thing more beautiful than
two women fucking."
"What's that?" she said.
"Two
women fucking me."
She laughed. A nice laugh.
He moved in. Kissed her. He surprised her. Stuck his tongue deep
into her mouth, moved it around.
He pulled back. She had a sober, stunned look on her face. He immediately
felt bad..
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's O.K."
"I didn't really mean to."
"Really?"
"No. I wanted to. Ever since I saw you I wanted you."
"You mean that."
"Yes," he breathed. He wanted to kiss her again.
"I'm wet."
It was true. He could smell her. Not bad, mind you, not bad at
all. The musty scent of hot sex was in the air. His cock got hard
again.
"I'm hard."
Her hand brushed against his pants.
"Mmmmm," she went.
She said, "Take out your cock."
That turned him on. There was nothing more exciting to him than
being with a girl who talked dirty, who used "dirty words," who
said cock and cunt and fuck, all in reference to something sexual.
"Only," he said, "if you put the strap-on back on."
"Why?"
He smiled. "Maybe I want you to fuck me."
Her eyes widened. Her lips opened. She started to say something,
stopped, then rose, went back to the bedroom, and came back with
it on. It was purple, about 8 or 9 inches in length, slightly curved
downwards. There were fake veins and all. It looked like a cock.
She stood. He was still sitting on the couch. He took her hand
and sat her down. He
then got on his knees and proceeded to fellate her, making a
lot of noise, making sure she saw his tongue. He worked the head,
flicked it, then took in as much as he could. He gently scratched
her thighs. She moaned.
He said nothing. He worked it. He stared at her as he took her
fake cock into his mouth. She stared back at him, panting, eyes
wide. She was playing with her nipples through the shirt. He stopped,
and took off her shirt. He breasts flopped out, massize, beautiful,
large ariolas, hard nipples. He took as much of her right tit as
he could into her mouth. She let out a gasp. He moved to the left
one. While he sucked away he worked his hands over the strap-on
and removed it. He then stopped, suddenly, and dove down between
her thighs.
Her pussy was very wet. He took one long lick, to get the taste
of her in his mouth. "Yum," he said out loud. He moved her mini
skirt to the side (surprise! no panties!) then proceeded to eat
her out. He moved his tongue expertly. He loved doing this. He had
a mission. He wanted to make her come. He had her moaning in no
time. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She gasped,
put her hands on his head and pushed him down on her more. He sucked
and played with her pussy lips, took them gently in his teeth and
moved them around. He put a finger in and licked her clit, and after
that for a bit, he put in another. Her hips moved up onto his face.
She wanted it as much as he wanted to give it out. With his fingers
he opened her pussy lips wide and stuck his tongue as deep as he
could into her. She let out a loud gasp and, soon after that, she
came hard. Her juiced ran down his chin, onto the couch. He kept
his tongue in her as her pussy spasmed in orgasm, moved it around
a bit. She was gasping his name, God's name. He slowly licked her
pussy clean. She was delicious.
He looked up at her. She was staring down at him, sweaty, slightly
glazed look in her eyes. "I still have to do something," he said.
"Wuh-wuh-what?"
He stood. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
She stared at it. He stared at her staring at it.
He unbuckled his belt and took it off. He unbuttoned her pants
and took them off. He took of his socks. He took of his boxers.
His shirt and wifebeater.
"You're . . . beautiful," she said.
He smiled. He told her he wanted to do something.
"What?"
"I want to be rough. I like rough. I want to fuck your face. Then
I want to fuck your tits."
"Yes . . ."
She sat up and took his half-hard cock into her mouth. He let her,
allowed her to make him hard. When he was he took hold of hair and
pulled her off of him. She gasped. He took hold of his cock at the
saliva lathered base.
"You
see this cock? Huh? This cock is going to be put into your mouth.
I'm gonna fuck that face of yours. I'm gonna do what I want to it.
I want to see my cock between those lips of yours. And you're gonna
let me do it. Cause you want this cock. Don't you."
"Yes . . . I want that cock . . ."
She was submitting. Oh, he thought, he was sweet.
He guided his cock into her mouth and pushed all of it down her
throat. He then took his hands and used them to push her onto him.
She made whimpering noises. Maybe she was trying to say something.
But, he didn't really care about that right now. He liked have his
dick on her tonsils.
He could feel his cock. It was harder than usual and throbbing.
He wanted to shoot. He was close. He pulled out. She coughed, a
little, but looked up at him, her lips wet with saliva and his pre-cum.
"I'm going to fuck those big tits of yours now."
"Please . . .," she said.
"What?"
"Please . . . fuck them . . . I . . . love . . . having my tits
fucked . . ."
She laid down on the floor and he got on top and dropped his erection
between those tits. He squeezed them around it. He thrusted quickly
right away. He stared down, watched
his white cock and her black skin. This, he thought, this is
beautiful.
"May I . . . hold my tits?" she asked.
"O.K."
She
took hold and pushed her tits tighter around his cock. He thrusted
madly. It was like fucking a tight tight pussy, a seventeen year
old virgin. It was damn fine. He saw the head of his cock come out
between the top of her tits and she tilted her head up and took
the head into her mouth, and this brought him closer and closer
to coming, and she pressed her tits closer even more, and he reached
behind him and jammed two fingers into her cunt and gazed one final
thrust before shooting his load. Thick and strong gouts of semen
shot out and hit her in the throat, the chin, the lips, the tongue.
She was moaning. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and then
she too came. This surprised him.
He fell down next to him. He draped and arm across her stomach.
He was breathing heavy, the same as her. Never had he had it so
good. He wondered what her pussy was like. He wanted to find out.
"That was wonderful," she said after a long period of silence.
"Yes it was."
She got up. "I need a shower," she said.
She went away into the bathroom. He heard the water start, then
he heard water hitting her skin. Then, he heard:
"Are you coming?"
He got up and went.
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