Shemale Tales: The Christmas Party
I’d been working at the firm for only a couple of weeks and originally wasn’t planning on attending the staff Christmas party. I’d only warmed up to a few people, and the only one I would consider a friend was Jamie (if ten days of working together constituted a friendship… and based on our frank discussions about sex and relationships, I would say it did). Yet having moved here only six months ago and hoping to stick around after the Christmas season (so far this was only a temporary job), I figured I should attend and make a good impression. Show willingness and all that.
Plus, my supervisor had said I could bring my boyfriend… Michael being the only reason I was still in Los Angeles. I had come to start an acting career, but so far had only gotten a job as a waitress at a dingy restaurant and now this temp help job. In pursuit of my so-called acting career, I’d only gotten three audition call backs, and they’d all turned out to be false hopes.
Plus, the party was going to be in the same building as the firm, so I wouldn’t even have to leave and come back… my tiny apartment being a good hour plus drive.
Jamie asked, in her usual blunt way, “Is that what you are wearing tonight?”
“I was before you asked ‘Is that what you’re wearing tonight,’ in that revolted, condescending tone,” I replied, instantly self-conscious. “Do I look that bad?”
“It’s a formal Christmas party with hints of sexy,” Jamie pointed out.
“Oh,” I replied, disappointed. The idea of going all the way home to get dressed up and coming back was a definite bummer. “I guess I’d better skip it. My sexy clothes are a long way from here.”
Jamie suggested, “Tell you what: come back to my place after work and I’ll dress you in something utterly fuckable.”
“Michael would like that,” I approved, it being a good two weeks since we’d had sex. He’d been gone all this week, and I’d had my period the week before. I’d blown him twice during that first week, but my kitty hadn’t purred for what seemed like an eternity! I was used to getting it every day or two.
“Everyone would like that,” Jamie elaborated with a wicked smile and a naughty tone.
I laughed, “Am I that boring?”
“You could add a little spice to your wardrobe,” she pointed out. Truth was I dressed sexy underneath my conservative attire, but in my outer garb I was trying to look professional for work… a job I was hoping to keep even after the Christmas rush was over. It didn’t pay a whole lot, but office work certainly beat running around a café delivering burgers and fries that could be called ‘deluxe’ just because they were served on plates and the ketchup was in actual bottles.
I justified to myself, ‘At least I’m wearing thigh highs beneath this conservative attire since Michael likes them and I was hoping to get laid tonight’. But instead of giving away my defensiveness I nodded, as I admired her young, hip outfit, “I suppose.”
“Trust me,” she smiled. “You’ll look fucking unbelievable.”
“And unbelievably fuckable?” I questioned wickedly, horny from these two weeks without any action… which was an eternity for me. Although I looked nerdy on the outside, deep down I was somewhat of a nymphomaniac.
“Guaranteed,” she nodded, giving me a wink before heading back to work.
By four-thirty we were at her flat, both starting our second glass of wine, and in her bedroom looking through her closet.
“Get undressed,” she ordered.
I laughed, “I’m not that easy, you philanderer. No dinner first?”
“Dinner is after,” she smiled back.
So I took off my clothes, quite comfortable with my body, leaving on my bra, panties and thigh highs.
“Thigh highs,” she acknowledged, looking my body over. “Nice! Aren’t you full of surprises?”
“Michael likes them,” I explained.
“So do I,” she smiled, lifting up her skirt to show me she was wearing them too.
“Great girls think alike,” I smiled.
“Indeed,” she nodded, giving me a second look just like a guy often does.
She went to her closet and brought me a dress. “Try this on, but you’ll have to remove your bra.”
“Really?” I asked, as I grabbed the dress.
“Really, really,” she responded playfully.
So I took off my bra and slipped on the tight black dress. It was so tight it made my hardening nipples poke through, making me self-consciously cross my arms to hide them.
“Don’t hide your tits.” Jamie scolded.
“You can see my nipples,” I pointed out, mentally realizing the pun.
“So what?” she shrugged. “Every mammal and marsupial in the world has nipples.”
I laughed, “I guess so.”
“And you need black stockings for a black dress,” she added, going to a dresser drawer and coming back with nylons.
I took them and started draping on a stocking. These were nice! She asked, “So is Michael the one?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I mean he has a job and isn’t too much of an asshole, so he’s an upgrade from my last dozen boyfriends.”
“Maybe you should try girls,” she teased, a joke she’d made fairly often during the past few days while Michael was gone.
“I told you I like cock better than cunt,” I responded, having tried both.
“Maybe you need a she-male,” she joked.
“That’s exactly what I need,” I agreed with a chuckle. “I love tits, I love ass and I love cock. A beautiful she-male would be the best of both worlds.”
“You mean you love cock in your ass,” she teased, making me once again regret telling her I enjoyed anal sex and that my biggest fantasy was to be double penetrated.
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you that,” I said.
“What? I told you I love anal play too,” she reminded me.
“Yes, we’re just two anal sluts,” I joked, as I finished smoothing out the second stocking.
“Speak for yourself,” she protested. “I’m a perfect lady… just one that loves to fuck.”
“Well, then I’m a lady too,” I declared.
“Yes, ma’am, you are. Now pose like a slut for me,” she said, finishing her second glass of wine. “Pretend Michael is walking into the room.”
Enjoying the female companionship, being rather lonely since my move, I did. Plus, Jamie reminded me of my college friend Barbara, who’d always brought out the naughty in me. My first lesbian experience, my first threesome, and my first fisting were all with her, she being imaginatively generous with her hands and tongue.
“Very nice,” she approved.
“Sure, if I was staying at home to seduce Michael. But for a staff Christmas party this is a bit much,” I pointed out… just like my nipples pointed, quite visible through the dress.
“I guess,” she shrugged, as she went and grabbed another dress.
“Really?” I asked, this one even shorter.
“It will hide your nipples,” Jamie pointed out.
“Fine, I’ll try it,” I said, changing dresses.
As I did, she asked, “So in a perfect world you would be with a shemale?”
“In a perfect world, sure,” I nodded. “Man drama is exhausting. Conversation with men is non-existent.”
“So shemales are perfect for you,” she said.
“Sure,” I laughed.
“I’m serious,” she continued. “They have a dick, they have tits, and hopefully they can hold up their end of a conversation.”
“Sure,” I agreed, “find me a shemale and my life will be perfect.”
To my surprise she didn’t respond to that.
After a pause, she agreed, “Okay, that one may be too short. That was my nun’s costume from last Halloween.”
“You were a nun for Halloween?” I questioned. Duh silly, she’d just said so.
“Yes, I went around blessing the sinful,” she smiled wickedly.
I laughed, “Now that I can imagine.” I then added, “Do I make a sexy nun?”
She nodded, “Sweet and sexy… a perfect mixture.”
“I may have to borrow this for next Halloween,” I said.
“Or church on Sunday,” she quipped.
I roared with laughter as I posed playfully. “Father, I have sinned….”
“Suck two cocks, take a double penetration and two loads of the Lord’s seed all over your face, my child,” Jamie mocked.
“Is that all?” I asked, trying not to erupt with laugter.
“And three ‘Oh God’s as you come, my child,” Jamie said, as she walked to me and said, doing the hand motions, “In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Cock, amen.”
“Now I feel like I have to do that,” I joked.
“Then do it,” Jamie shrugged.
“All I need is another man,” I said. Michael, like most guys, was likely to go along with it at the drop of a hat. Or better, at the drop of a thong.
“Or you could include a shemale,” she pointed out.
“Well, that goes without saying,” I laughed, before adding, “as long as she has a big dick.”
“And a nice rack,” Jamie added, cupping her own tits under her outfit.
“Again, without saying,” I agreed, playing along.
“Okay, I think I know the perfect dress for you. It’s both classy and sexy,” she decided, as she went to and from her closet once again, and added, “it even matches your original stockings.”
I put on the dress and returned to my original stockings, and she added, “Besides being classy and sexy, it showcases your tits, your legs, and has quick access to that sweet peach of yours.”
“Sweet peach?” I questioned.
“Do you prefer cunt?”
“When I’m being a proper lady, even peach is a bit racy, but when I’m getting fucked, I far prefer cunt. I even get off on being called a slut or a cunt,” I answered, liking nasty talk during sex. I was perceived as sweet and innocent on the outside, but I was a kinky slut underneath and liked to be used as such. I was feeling a bit competitive with this self-assured woman and was trying to shock her with my bold revelations.
“You like being treated as a slut, don’t you?” she asked conversationally, not shocked in the least, as I changed dresses.
“Guilty as charged,” I said, putting my hands out as if to get handcuffed, raising the bar.
She smiled, “I have a pair,” raising it back.
“Not without buying me dinner first,” I joked.
“Or whipping out my big dick,” she quipped.
“Yes, because dick can be an excellent dinner,” I quipped right back, enjoying the banter.
“Yes, it can be a full meal deal,” she agreed, as she studied my body in the dress.
“So?” I asked, posing for her.
“Perfect,” she nodded.
“I know I am,” I responded playfully.
“You certainly are,” she smiled back, making me feel good about myself. That had actually sounded sincere!
We each had one more glass of wine and took a taxi back to the office.
While we were waiting for the taxi, Michael texted me, saying he was already there. I apoligized for being late, but promised it would be worth the wait.
Jamie gave me a long, admiring look, top to toe, and said, as we entered the building, “You actually do look unbelievably fuckable,” quoting my playful phrase from earlier.
“As do you,” I replied back, surprised that she’d worn a rather conservative outfit, except that it was short enough to show off the lacy tops of her thigh highs.
“I always do,” she joked.
“Yes actually, you do,” I laughed at her self-centered personality. Somehow with her, self-centered worked. She looked good and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from making me feel just as beautiful.
As we walked into a large, elegant, banquet room, oil paintings on the wall, luxurious furniture grouped around the edges of the room and a huge long dining table in the middle, set with the very best china and silver, Jamie ignored all this sumptiousness as if it were nothing, and just continued our conversation, adding, “Although when push comes to shove, so to speak, I prefer to do the fucking.”
Before I could break my attention away from the furnishings and respond to that intriguing statement, Michael walked over to us and approved, “Wow, you were right. It was worth the wait.”
I slyly moved my hand and gave his cock a squeeze, “Wait a little longer and I’ll show you just how naughty I can be.”
“Oh, God,” he groaned, before adding, “You sure we can’t go home right now?”
“You be a good boy for me now, and later I’ll be a very bad girl for you,” I purred, a promise I planned to keep.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.
“Not you,” I complained, just before my supervisor Brooklyn showed up and introduced herself.
“Who’s the handsome young man?” she asked. She was dressed in a short skirt, a frilly blouse showing lots of cleavage and had her hair in pigtails as if she were trying to look ten years younger than she was.
“My boyfriend Michael,” I answered, before adding, “And Michael, this darling lady is my supervisor, Brooklyn.”
They exchanged pleasantries, then we headed to our table for a few generic Christmas greetings and company updates before dinner was served… which was easily the best meal I’d ever had… like in ever.
During the dinner I slyly rubbed Michael’s cock under the tablecloth… wanting him horny as hell so he would want to get out of here as soon as dessert was served, so I could get my own dessert back home. I should note that, unlike many girls, I not only loved sucking cock, but I even loved the taste of cum. I would sometimes just suck and swallow for a snack… like I said, I was a lot dirtier than my outer ladylike appearance gave away… like many women I suppose, since society wants us prim and proper in the public’s eye, but a slut in the bedroom.
Suddenly Jamie came up behind me as I was still seated. She had been sitting across from me during dinner, placed her hands rather possessively on my bare shoulders and caressing them teasingly asked, “Are you ready for things to get interesting?”
“Always,” I smiled, even though I had no idea what she meant.
She smiled, “No, I mean really interesting.”
“Ah… sure,” I said, although her tone was confusing. Surely she knew I wanted to get Michael home and in bed as soon as I could. “But first, I really, really need to pee; the fourth and fifth glasses of wine are running right through me.”
As I approached the door, Jamie called out, “Be careful in there.”
“Um, okay,” I said, thinking she was acting really weird, but figured she was just already pretty drunk like I was.
I headed to the washroom at the far end of the hallway, thinking the fifth glass of wine may have been a mistake… realizing I was much more tipsy than I’d thought… although wine also made me extremely horny and adventurous.
I walked into the washroom planning on telling Michael we were leaving as soon as I returned… I needed to swallow a load of cum and then get fucked hard… when I walked into my first of several shocks of the evening.
A blonde secretary in crotchless panyhose whose name I couldn’t remember… it started with an ‘A’ I think… was being fingered by one of the partners of the firm, Mrs. White… as the blonde moaned, “Oh yes, I’m so wet.”
I stared for a minute, as Mrs. White asked, “You want to get fucked, my little slut?”
“God, yes,” the blonde moaned.
Mrs. White turned her head around and looked me straight in the eye with a smile and asked, “Want to come and join us, Jill?”
The blonde looked up hoping I’d accept, not the least bit embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position as I stammered, “N-n-no thanks, ma’am,” and scurried out of there.
As I closed the door, the secretary begged, having already forgotten about me, “Please fuck me, Mrs, White.”
Once in the hallway, I shook my head… that was crazy! It was also kind of hot… although I was in no way a lesbian. I mean I found women pretty… and sexy… but I liked cock… my few times eating pussy convincing me I wasn’t really bi… although I would do it when I was sufficiently drunk or to please a voyeuristic guy.
As my thoughts wandered, I worried that I might pee my panties and decided to use the stairs to walk up the three flights to my office and pee there.
I got to the washroom and barely made it. As I went pee I sat there for a few minutes replaying what I’d just witnesed. I’d seen two girls in the act only one time that hadn’t included me, and that was at a college party… but at work? That was crazy. It was then I recalled Jamie asking, ‘Are you ready for things to get interesting?’
And then she’d warned, ‘Be careful in there’ when I headed for the washroom.
Did she know what was happening in the washroom?
I wanted to text her, but had left my phone back at the table.
Oddly, the brief lesbian act had only enhanced my horniness, and as soon as I retrieved my phone I was going to grab Michael, hail a taxi (unless he was sober enough to drive) and we were going to have a marathon fuck session… with a probable appetizer of can’t-wait-that-long blowing him in the taxi before we arrived home.
I went to my desk and downed my last half a bottle of water before I headed back downstairs, it now being a good fifteen minutes since I’d left… Michael most likely wondering where I was. I walked down the hallway, surprised to see that no one was around, and that the ballroom door was closed with Jeremy, the mailboy, standing guard. His clothes were rumpled and his shirttails were hanging halfway out of his slacks; he’d dressed in a hurry. Right after a formal dinner?
Reaching him, I asked, “May I go in?”
“Sure, Jill,” he agreed, opening the door for me and bowing with awkward formality to invite me in, “Have fun!”
The way he said that was ominous and I learned why a few seconds later as I entered the banquet room and got the shock of my life.
I had just walked into an full scale orgy! Half-dressed or naked people were having sex all over the room! At just first glance, I noticed couples, threesomes, foursomes, daisy chains… just about any combinations you can imagine!
I stared, paralyzed, as Jeremy closed the door securely behind me. All this had sprouted from a formal dinner in fifteen minutes?!
To my right was more lesbian sex; a brunette I didn’t recognize was leaning back on an elegant upholstered divan, being eaten out by a blonde, girlfriend to Jerry, one of the interns. A quick scan of the immediate vicinity gave me no sign of Jerry.No, there was Jerry, halfway across the large room, in the middle of some same-sex sex… he was on all fours getting ass fucked by our black CEO’s son Jamal, whimpering like a schoolgirl, “Oh yes, Master! That hurts so good! Make me your Bitch!”
I stared, in utter shock at watching another guy get fucked, especially hearing a guy whimper like that. I can’t deny it… it kind of turned me on.
I watched longer than I should have until I heard my supervisor Brooklyn order someone, “Bounce back on my cock.” I turned to my left to see more kinky sex: she was fucking Bruce, our vice-president.
I watched as she slammed into him hard, forcing little unintelligible whimpering sounds out of him that didn’t sound very manly… or even humanly… but rather like a bitch in heat. Fuck, that was hot!
I watched a for few seconds as our good looking vice-president began obediently bouncing back vigorously, before I was again distracted: I heard a new voice moan, “Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck.”
As I turned to my right, I saw Elaine, the other temp hire, on a table, on all fours with a toy in her ass. She was a feminist bitch and I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed that the toy was affecting not only her asshole, but was vibrating her entire derriére at a high speed. I’d always thought she’d had a stick up her ass… never considered it could be a vibrating butt plug. Poetic justice, actually.
As I looked around some more, desperate to find Michael and also Jamie, I almost stumbled over Joe who, except for his shoes and socks was naked from the waist down (and still impeccably dressed from the waist up) and was getting blown by some chick with green hair. She was doing a pretty good job!
I watched in envy as the woman swallowed the large cock deeply into her throat, her chin resting snugly against his balls. My mouth watered so much that I needed to take a large swallow; I wanted a cock in my mouth and cum in my belly! Where the fuck was Michael?
A girl startled me by saying, “Jill, you should be doing that too.”
I turned and saw Mia, almost completely naked, wearing a strap-on and glaring at me sternly. Non-participants were automatically misbehaving?
She added, “Unless you want me to fuck you instead?” shocking me. This was the sweetest person in the entire firm, and she’d been training me almost constantly for the past two weeks.
I stammered, “I-I-I’m looking for my boyfriend.”
“Too late… Mrs. Parker’s already claimed him,” she smirked, pointing across the room.
I turned and looked.
My mouth dropped open.
He was fucking Mrs. Parker, another of the partners in the firm.
Oh my God!
Not only was he cheating on me, he was going to get me fired! Although the second thought seemed totally irrational: the entire room was an unbroken orgy of fucking. Whoever fired someone would have to turn around and fire themselves!
Mia added pleasantly, as I gawked at my boyfriend cheating on me, “Mrs. Parker embodies the true Christmas spirit of giving.”
“Actually it looks like her embody is receiving at the moment,” I snapped, as Mrs. Parker looked appraisingly right at me, not displaying a hint of embarrassment, nonverbally daring me to object. Michael, not surprisingly, was oblivious to everything except the fact that he was enjoying a good fuck! Well fuck him! My head was swimming! I had to get out of there!
I stormed out of the room, moans and screams of pleasure swarming around me in every direction. I almost knocked Jeremy on his ass as I barged through the thick oak door.
I stumbled hurriedly upstairs to my office, torn between weeping and fuming.
I tore my shoes off, threw them in a corner and collapsed at my desk. To my surprise I wasn’t crying; fuming had prevailed.
How dare he cheat on me?
And how could there be an orgy going on at a Christmas party for such a prestigeous firm?
And why was I so fucking horny, even though I was so angry?
Fuck!
I stood up and paced around the office trying to calm down, staring outside at a surprisingly still evening when I was startled by a voice, Jamie’s, and a question, “Jill, are you okay?”
“Do I fucking look okay?” I snapped, annoyed at the question and also by my realization that the bitch had known about the orgy all along.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I really thought you’d be into this.” The earnest expression on her face melted my anger away. It was hard to accept she’d meant me no harm, but apparently that was really the case. She was my friend, and very concerned that I was so upset.
I asked, “You really thought so?”
“You did say you were up for anything,” she pointed out, walking towards me.
I turned my back to her in embarrassment as I admitted, “I am. But not up for my boyfriend fucking Mrs. Parker.”
“Everyone fucks everyone here,” she replied rather matter-of-factly.
“Everyone?” I replied, trying to wrap my head around the entire overwhelming situation.
“However, I’m actually kind of happy you did storm out of there,” Jamie said, now right behind me.
“Why?” I asked, feeling her arms wrapping themselves around me.
She whispered in my ear, “Because now I can have you all to myself.”
I was surprised by her words and by her hand reaching directly under my skirt and touching my panties… even as the puzzle pieces of the day began to slide into a very clear picture.
Although a dozen mixed emotions were percolating inside me, the one that swam to the surface was horniness. I closed my eyes and unresistingly allowed her to touch me.
My frustrating two weeks with no cock, the various outrageous sex acts I’d just witnessed, the five glasses of wine sloshing inside me, had all combined to make my pussy very wet, and her exploratory touch made me feel so good….
She rubbed my pussy through my panties and breathed into my ear, “You’re pretty wet, Jill.”
“I told you it’s been two weeks,” I reminded her, sighing as I enjoyed her fingers tracing my pussy lips.
“Well, we can’t have that,” she crooned, her finger reaching inside my panties.
“Jamie, I….” I began to protest something about my not being lez, even though there was no way I was moving her hand away.
“Shhhhhh,” she whispered, “I’ve wanted you ever since you started here, and it took all my willpower not to fuck you back at my flat today.”
“What?” I gasped, even though I’d heard her loud and clear. Well, clear anyway: her voice was soft and enticing.
“Jill, you’re beautiful,” she told me, as she turned me around to gaze into my eyes.
“So are you,” I replied, and meaning it, suddenly feeling chills going up and down my back. I discovered I was totally intoxicated with Jamie’s youthful beauty and confident touch.
Maybe it was because I wanted revenge on Michael for cheating on me.
Maybe it was because I was so fucking horny from no sex in two weeks.
Maybe it was because I was so turned on from witnesssing an orgy.
Maybe it was the wine.
Maybe it was how pretty Jamie was.
Maybe it was her finger that had just been teasing me.
She didn’t need to do anything further. I leaned forward and kissed her.
And God, were her lips soft.
We kissed only for a couple of minutes, although it felt longer.
She broke the kiss and asked, “Are you still craving some cock?”
“God, yes,” I nodded, before adding, “but I think I could easily settle for some tasty blonde pussy instead,” as I dropped to my knees.
“I have quite the surprise for you, Jill,” she purred, reaching down beneath my chin and lifting my head so I would look into her eyes.
I gazed up at her in confusion.
“Do you recall our earlier conversation?” she asked soothingly, unbuttoning her dress, releasing her large firm breasts, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t need one.
“Of course,” I nodded.
“And what did we decide was the perfect type of person?” she asked, pausing to fix my wondering gaze with her hypnotic eyes just as she was about to pull her dress over her head.
“You are perfection,” I answered, flirting and wanting to lick her pussy. It had been a long time and I’d decided more than once that I wasn’t a lesbian, but tonight after seeing lesbian sex, gay sex, strap-on sex, I figured maybe the fifth time (or was it the sixth time) was the charm.
She nodded, “You’re right, Jill. But you don’t know how right you are,” as she pulled her dress over her head to reveal three things:
1. She wasn’t wearing panties
2. She didn’t have a cunt
3. No… she had a BIG… HARD… COCK! A huge, big, hard cock. Utter perfection.
“Oh my!” I gasped, as I stared at her perfect cock and then the light bulb flashed on, illuminating the obvious answer to her earlier question and I answered, much delayed, “Jamie, you’re the shemale we’ve been discussing all along!”
“Correct,” she giggled, before asking, “Are you disappointed?”
“God no,” I answered, as I reached my hand blindly to embrace it, all the while maintaining eye contact. “I was so horny I’d have gladly munched on your pussy if you had one, but I’d so much rather devour this beauty.”
“Jill, I’ve imagined you on your knees just like this so many times these past couple of weeks,” she revealed.
“What else did you imagine?” I pressed for more, stroking her big dick.
“I’m not sure you can handle it,” she smiled.
“Oh, I think I can handle whatever you want to do to me,” I said, leaning forward and taking her cock in my mouth.
“You’d better be careful what you promise,” she purred, placing her hands on my head.
Between slow bobs I repeated, “I mean it: anything.”
To show her I could walk the walk, I leaned forward and deep throated her long shaft in one steady gulp.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, as I held her cock still, lodged deep in my throat, tickling my tonsils.
I then began bobbing slowly, wanting nothing more than to enjoy her big dick in my mouth. After just a few bobs, I added, in awe of her perfect prick, “God, you’re way bigger than Michael.”
“And I plan to fuck you way better than Michael too,” she promised, a firm guarantee I had a hunch she could back.
I moaned on her cock in eager response to her promise, already imagining her big cock fucking me hard like I needed.
“God, you look so hot with your lips wrapped around my cock,” she moaned, as I began bobbing faster.
I couldn’t resist, “I imagine I’ll look good with this big cock in my cunt too.”
“And in your ass,” she added, as she bent down and almost pulled my dress off me, but it got stuck on my necklace.
“Fuck!” I said annoyed, as I stood up, got the dress off and the necklace too, as I complained, “Michael gave me this piece of shit.”
“You’re still mad at him?” she asked.
“Yes,” I nodded. “If he’d waited until I’d gotten back and I joined, fine. But going and fucking one of my bosses is thoughtless and disrepectful.”
“Good,” Jamie purred, as she bent down and pulled my panties down as she went, “You may be interested to know I haven’t laid a hand on anyone tonight. I waited for you because I want you all to myself.”
“Well it worked; you have all of me and I couldn’t be happier,” I agreed, lifting my feet up so she could discard my panties, which she did, tossing them aside.
“And I plan to keep it that way,” she purred, guiding me to the floor and onto my back.
“No sharing?” I asked.
“I didn’t say that,” she purred, again standing above me. “I just plan to be in charge.”
“You do, do you?” I questioned, as she lowered herself down onto my face… just like my roommate had done the first time I ate pussy… but of course Jamie had no pussy, just a big dick and a juicy pair of balls.
“Oh yes,” she purred, as her balls were suddenly resting on my lips. “I like to be in charge.”
“You do, do you?” I repeated, even as I licked her balls. I’d always liked a man who was in charge and knew what he wanted, so I found those take-charge words coming from Jamie very exciting.
“And you like someone who’s in charge, don’t you, my little cunt?” Jamie questioned, as she reached behind herself and slapped my pussy.
“Yesssssss,” I moaned, the idea of being her submissive, being her ‘cunt’, grateful she’d remembered what I’d said earlier, turning me on.
“Consider this your Christmas present that keeps giving and giving,” she moaned, as I sucked her balls into my mouth… one by one.
“Best Christmas present ever,” I purred, while transitioning from one ball to another.
“Oh yes, get my balls boiling, my little slut,” she purred, “I have a couple of loads for you.”
“Only two?” I asked.
“Unfortunately I shot a load this afternoon in Angela,” she revealed, “after inviting you back to my place. I didn’t want to be too horny when I played Barbie with you.”
“You could have been my Ken…dra,” I quipped, even as I tried to process and imagine the idea that she’d fucked an eight month pregnant woman just a few hours ago.
“You’re not shocked I fucked Angela?” she questioned.
“No, not shocked, not after what I witnessed downstairs,” I answered. “But to tell you the truth, I’m really jealous that she got to this cock before I did, and disappointed that you waited two weeks to use me.”
She laughed, “I’m disappointed too, but the company has an iron-clad policy against fucking new people during their first two weeks. I’m with you right now because it’s my very first chance to have you without getting fired. We’ve got to make sure the new employees are working out, before we let them in on our ‘trade secrets’.”
“Really?” I asked, as she moved off me and onto all fours. “You couldn’t wait any longer than you had to?”
“That’s right, I couldn’t wait to have my way with such a gorgeous submissive slut. It was torture, and believe it or not, I’m just as horny for you as you are for me. If that makes you feel desirable, I’m glad. Now eat my asshole, slut,” she ordered.
“Butt of course,” I joked, thinking of limousines and mustard as I moved behind her and buried my face in her great ass.
“Oh yes, get your tongue right in there,” Jamie moaned. I tried as best I could even as I revelled in the sudden turn of events from being overwhelmed with fury and ready to rip Michael’s nuts off, to deliriously horny and submissively eating my colleague’s asshole.
After a couple minutes of ass eating, something I’d never done before, Jamie ordered, as she rolled onto her back, “Let me taste that cunt of yours.”
My pussy on fire, there was no way I was going to resist that offer, and I leaped to straddle her pretty face.
Her tongue was magical and my orgasm, so frustratingly delayed for two entire weeks, was rising quickly.
“Oh yes, Jamie, lick my cunt, it feels so fucking good,” I moaned, as I reached out my hand and began rubbing my clit as well.
“Don’t you come yet,” she ordered, as she kept licking me. Shit! The downside of domme/sub. But I’d been here before, and I knew that the eruption at the end of what might be a very long tunnel would be well worth the frustration it would take to get me there. But couldn’t she have warned me before I was perched on the brink?
The only way to hold back such an imminent orgasm was to do something else to distract myself, and totally enraptured by her big dick, I turned around and got into an over-under 69 so I could resume sucking and playing with it.
As I stroked her cock, she lifted her head up, grabbed my ass and resumed licking. I moaned as I stroked her cock, “Oh God, that feels so good. Michael doesn’t ever eat pussy.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked, as her tongue parted my pussy lips. “But you’re so wet, you’re so deliciously wet! What’s wrong with him?!”
“He says that’s where I pee,” I responded, stroking her throbbing cock and licking her soft mushroom crown.
“That’s where he pees too,” Jamie pointed out, eating me out very energetically.
“Tell me about it,” I concurred, as I leaned forward and took her entire cock back into my mouth, my nose nestling against her scrotum.
I backed off to catch a breath and deep throated that long cock again.
“Fuck, you can suck cock,” Jamie groaned, when I again had her entire cock buried deep in my mouth.
Once I came back up for more air, I returned the compliment, “You can sure eat pussy, too.”
“I like to think I can do it all,” Jamie giggled, as she kept licking.
“Apparently you do,” I purred, tilting my head to the side and licking her long shaft. “Fucking pregnant women.”
“She’s a complete nympho,” Jamie defended. “I was actually going to the mailroom to maybe dump my load in Sandra or Brian, but she pulled me into the boardroom, locked the door and demanded I fuck her.”
“No way,” I said, the story so hot. But come to think of it, so was the idea that she fucked Sandra or Brian.
“Oh yeah, there was no foreplay, I just jumped behind her and fucked her right on the boardroom table.”
“That’s so fucking crazy,” I replied, swirling my tongue around her mushroom top as I envisioned Jamie fucking her.
“Oh yeah, she’d already pulled off her dress and pulled down my skirt as soon as the door was closed, so after I’d Rockygied her for a while, she pushed me onto the table, straddled me and rode me.”I laughed, as the image in my head changed, “I’d already imagined you banging her Rockygy style, but not someone with an eight-month belly riding you on top.”
“I’ve fucked her in every position imaginable, but today I just laid back and enjoyed the ride,” she explained, still licking my pussy… but so slowly that it was a constant tease. I actually didn’t mind. She’d already said I couldn’t come yet, and this way I didn’t have to think frantically of seaweed or something, but instead could savour the sexy images her descriptions were painting for me while she continued to prime my pump.
“I wish I could have seen that,” I said, imagining it vividly in my head.
“I have a couple of pictures of her as I came on her face,” she said.
“Fuck off,” I said, unable to fathom someone allowing such pictures… especially a pregnant, married woman.
“I’ll show you,” she said, as she guided me off of her. As she stood up, I remained on the floor and she explained, “Oh yeah, she loves getting facials, believes it’s what keeps her face so pure, but I told her she was only getting one if I got to take pictures.”
“And she said yes?” I asked.
“I can be very convincing,” she smiled, as she cupped her dick while handing me her phone.
I stared at the two pictures and my pussy gushed a bit.
“Oh yeah,” Jamie continued, “she then spreads the cum all over her face and rubs it in.”
“No way,” I said, handing her back the phone.
“True story,” she nodded, as she put the phone down and joined me on the floor. “But enough about her, tonight is about you.”
“And about you,” I smiled, as she leaned in and kissed me, while her hand returned to my well-primed pussy.
My body warmed at her touch, melting into her… even as my body burned with desire. I’d been gently aroused before, but now I wanted for myself some of what I’d just seen in those pictures.
I wanted to be lovingly intimate with her; I also wanted to be fucked like a dirty slut by her. These conflicting emotions were new… and overwhelming.
When she broke the kiss, I begged, “Please, Jamie, I need you in me now. I really do!”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied playfully, moving between my legs.
“From now on, please just fuck me whenever you want,” I said, wanting her to know that I would suck or fuck her anytime, anyplace.
She smiled, as her cock rubbed up and down my wet pussy lips, “You sure you want this big cock?”
“God, yes, just shove that massive dick in my cunt,” I begged, the teasing driving me wild.
“I’m going to fuck you in so many different positions,” she promised, as she slid her cock deep inside me.
“Yesssssss,” I screamed, finally getting what I so badly craved.
“God, you’re so tight,” she moaned.
“I won’t be after you’re done with me,” I moaned playfully, as her cock reached depths Michael didn’t even know existed.
She leaned in and kissed me as her cock rested, buried deep inside me.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as she slowly slid in and out of me… taking her time and again teasing me like crazy.
I wanted to be fucked… hard.
I wanted to be used… roughly.
I wanted to be her slut.
I wrapped my legs around her, trying to hint I wanted it harder.
After a couple of minutes, she ordered, “On all fours, my pet.”
I didn’t need to be told twice… Rockygy style was my favourite position; it allowed for so many variations… plus it was such a submissive postion, it felt like home to me.
“You really are so obedient,” she smiled, as she moved behind me.
“Woof!” I barked playfully.
“Ready for your bone?” she asked, playing along with the silly roleplay.
“Woof! Woof! Woof!” I responded, panting like a Rocky as I did it.
“Here’s your treat, puppy Rocky,” Jamie declared, sliding back into me.
I moaned, “Give me that big fucking bone.”
And she did… this time fucking me faster… although not slamming into me.
For a couple of minutes it was just her fucking me… slowly but surely getting faster.
“Oh yes, fuck me faster Jamie, pound my cunt,” I begged.
This time she obliged my request and started fucking me hard and deep.
“Oh yesssssss,” I moaned, as her body slammed into mine.
After a couple of dozen hard, deep thrusts my orgasm was rising quickly and I moved my right hand to my burning box and rubbed frantically.
The problem with five glasses of wine was that although it got me super fucking horny, super fucking kinky and super fucking submissive… it also made coming harder.
Finally I decided to take control… desperate to come.
I said, “Roll onto your back, Jamie. It’s time I took this for a ride.”
“I thought I was in charge,” she teased, even as she pulled out of me.
“Oh, you are,” I purred, “but God do I need to come, and this is the way I come quickest.”
“Well, ride away, cowslut,” she offered, lying on her back with her big dick standing straight up, saluting me.
“Cowslut,” I laughed, as I straddled her dick, “that’s a new one.”
I lowered myself onto her and began riding like I was on a bucking horse trying to hold on for dear life.
“Oh yes,” I screamed, as I took that entire cock deep inside me… this position stimulating new areas and reaching new depths.
“Oh yes, my cowslut, come for me, come all over my big cock, you fucking slut,” she moaned, bucking her ass up to meet my downward bounces.
“More, more, more,” I begged, “call me more names.”
As she kept meeting my thrusts, she continued, “You’ll be my office cum bucket, my three hole fuck toy, and my bimbo bitch.”
“Oh yes, fuck yes, oh God, fuck, yessssss,” I babbled incoherently until my orgasm erupted through me as if her dick were an exploding stick of dynamite!
As I leaned forward, locking my elbows to hold myself up as my body was drained of all its energy, Jamie kept pumping her cock in and out of me.
The orgasm seemed to last forever and may have actually done so if Jamie didn’t order, “Roll off me.”
I obeyed and she moved to the table and leaned against it as she instructed me, “Now get over here and finish your bone.”
I crawled the few feet, not sure I was ready to walk, and squatted in front of her big cock, my pussy juices dripping off the end.
I leaned forward and took it back in my mouth, tasting my own cum and wanting hers as well.
“Oh yes, my cum slut, suck my dick and get your treat,” she moaned, as I stroked her cock with one hand while sucking… learning long ago that the quickest way to get a guy off was to do both, and although Jamie was a shemale, I assumed the strategy would work on her too… and by her increasing moans, I figured I was right.
“Oh yes, my greedy little cunt, get ready, here it comes!” she cried out.
I bobbed furiously, wanting her to know I wanted this load in my mouth.
Seconds later though, she pulled out and grunted, and I watched her cum rocket out of her missile and directly into my open mouth.
Rope after rope landed directly on target and onto my tongue.
Once she was done, I closed my mouth and smiled as I looked up at her.
And swallowed.
And showed her I had.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty good girl,” she smiled, as she slid her cock back into my mouth.
I sucked her slowly for a few seconds before she pulled out and said, “I need to go pee before we start round two.”
“Round two?” I asked.
“There’s still one more hole waiting for me to plant my flag,” she smiled as she headed to the washroom.
I giggled, still on my knees, “My conqueror, I’m ready to be colon-ized by your imperial mast.”
She laughed, “We’re such geeks.”
“Slutty geeks,” I added, as she closed the door.
I stood up, stretched and went to sit on the couch, replaying this crazy night.
I wonder if Michael was looking for me, realising my phone was still downstairs… an inocent bystander to the orgy of sin.
I couldn’t help but shake my head and smile at how the night had turned out.
When Jamie returned a couple of minutes later, actually a few (actually what is more than a couple and confusingly fewer than a few… like three), she moved between my legs, dropped to the floor and purred, “I’m kinda hungry after all that fucking.”
“I could use another snack myself,” I smiled, as she spread my legs apart and began dining on my hot box.
She licked my pussy for a couple of minutes as she rekindled a fire that had never completely been doused out.
I moaned, “A big dick, big tits and happy to eat pussy, you really are a dream come true.”
She purred, “I hope you mean cum spelt c-u-m,” as she sucked on my clit.
“I dooooooo,” I trembled, the fire now again stirred into an out of control flame.
She ordered, “Let’s get my cock nice and wet,” as she pulled me up, spun me around and slid balls deep into my cunt.
“Ooooh, yes,” I screamed, the thrill of being full of her prick again as amazing as the first time.
“This big dick is going in your asshole next,” she annnounced, as she slammed into me.
Hearing her say ‘asshole’ instead of ‘ass’ made it even hotter… nastier. I moaned loudly, “I can’t wait to be your ass-slut too.”
She fucked me for not even a minute, before she pulled out, led me to the floor and straddled me. I assumed we were moving into a sixty-nine, and we were… but not for sucking and licking, but for ass fingering.
“Finger fuck me, Jill,” she ordered as I felt her finger poking my rosebud.
I sucked on my finger, got it wet, then moved it to her puckered hole.
I moaned, “Ohhhhhh,” as her finger entered my ass… and mine did the same to hers.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” she purred, wiggling her finger enticingly inside me.
I wiggled mine inside hers as I joked, “I’d like to fuck this ass, too.”
“Ohhhh, you can,” she replied, before adding, “I give, but I also receive.”
“Oh,” I nodded to myself as I understood her words clearly. Very good to know!
“Do you want to fuck me?” Jamie asked.
“I can’t say I have the right equipment,” I joked.
“I have a couple of strap-ons back home for such occasions,” she revealed. “I should have had you fuck me this evening before we came here.”
“That would have shocked me a few hours ago,” I laughed.
“And now?” she asked, a second finger slipping inside my ass.
“Now, I’ll fuck you until you scream in ectasy anytime you like,” I replied confidently… the idea of wearing a strap-on very stimulating.
“I plan to hold you to that,” she responded, as she pulled her fingers out of my ass and said, “Time to fuck that tight ass of yours.”
“I hoped you were about to say that,” I smiled naughtily, as I watched her move around my legs with her legs in an anal position I’d never even considered. “Oh, this is new.”
“I like to experiment,” she said, then ordered me, moving my legs in the air, “spread your legs wide.”
“Mmmmmmmm,” I smiled, still not completely sure what she was planning.
She moved her cock to my ass, leaned back on her hands and slowly pushed forward.
“Ohhhhhh, you’re flexible too,” I smiled, as I watched her cock slowly disappear in my ass.
“So tight,” she moaned.
“Because you’re so big!” I responded.
“I’m not even the biggest one here,” she said, as her cock continued advancing slowly inside of me.
“Who is?” I asked. “Jesse?”
“You believe that ‘black is biggest’ theory?” she asked.
“Porn seems to prove that,” I shrugged, before adding, “I can’t say I’ve ever had a chance to test it though.”
“Jesse has a decent dick, but the biggest is Brooklyn,” she revealed, one more shock.
“Ohhhhhh,” I said, as I realized I hadn’t noticed a strap when I’d seen Brooklyn fucking Bruce.
“Oh yeah, she’s a fucking horse,” Jamie continued, as her cock completely filled me. “I won’t take her in my ass, although Mia can take anybody at all.”
“Out of all this, Mia is the biggest surprise! She seems so sweet and innocent,” I said.
“She is really sweet,” Jamie nodded, “but she’s also the most submissive woman I’ve ever met and is determined to master whatever the task is… work or sex.”
“I’m pretty determined too,” I pointed out, her entire cock now lodged in my ass.
“That you are,” she smiled, as she began slowly fucking my ass with long, deep thrusts.
“Oh God, this feels so good,” I said, the positon so unorthodox and yet stimulating me in ways anal sex usually didn’t. I mean I loved anal sex, I loved giving myself so completely, but the pleasure usually took time… this time it was instant.
“Agreed,” she said, as she began moving slightly faster.
I allowed my ass to get used to her cock, before I suddenly got a cramp. I pulled back and stood up as I babbled, “Sorry, cramp, cramp, cramp.”
She laughed, “For a second there I thought you had a change of slut.”
I giggled as I stretched my leg, “No, I’ll always be your slut. I’m a keeper.”
She turned onto her back and challenged, “Prove it.”
I stretched my leg a bit more and then straddled the hard, stiff, masculine cock saluting me from such a lush, feminine body and lowered myself onto it.
“Oh yeah, take it all, my sexy ass slut,” she moaned.
“Like this?” I asked, as I sat fully down on her entire cock.
“Yeah, just like that,” she smiled, as I began riding her shaft.
“Oh yeah, you look so good bouncing on my dick,” she complimented, as she watched me.
“You look pretty good lying there too,” I replied, as I began really riding her dick, wanting to get her off… wanting to feel her cum in my ass or mouth or all over my face… I just wanted more cum.
I rode her cock for a couple of minutes before she said, “My turn to be in control.” I watched as she spun herself around, her cock staying in me the whole time, creating a surreal stimulation as she somehow did it, then ordered, “Lean back onto my hands and spread those legs again.”
“You do like my legs spread,” I giggled, as I obeyed.
“No denying that,” she concurred, as she then began somehow fucking me.
Again it was a strange position.
Again it created a different set of sexual stimulations.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned in approval, “this is really weird, but good weird.”
“I told you I like variety,” she explained, slowly fucking my ass… teasing me with the slow penetration.
This positon was a quickie though; neither of us could hold the position for long.
So not even forty-five seconds in, we collapsed onto the floor, her cock sliding out of my ass.
As she stood up, I moved onto my knees and said, “Let me suck that dick some more.”
“I like a slut that doesn’t mind some ass to mouth,” she approved, as she tapped my nose with her dick.
I moved my hands to her nylon legs and looked up at her, her cock literally resting on my face, “I have no boundaries.”
“Oh, that’s a challenge I’ll definitely accept,” she smiled, as I licked her long shaft, my hands remaining on her legs at all times.
“Yes, Ms. Stinson,” I smiled, using a ‘How I Met Your Mother’ reference.
“I’m kind of the shemale Barney,” she laughed, as I sucked a ball into my mouth. “Although instead of suits it’s hot fashion and nylons.”
“And you have a big dick like Barney too,” I pointed out, before moving to the other ball.
“How do you know Barney had a big dick?” she questioned.
“Because he got all the ladies,” I answered, “and as we all know, size does indeed matter.”
“That it does,” she agreed, as I slithered my tongue back up her throbbing shaft and took her cock back in my mouth.
I slowly moved down until I had her entire cock buried in my throat.
“You’re such an impressive cock sucker,” she approved.
I didn’t respond since I had a mouthful of dick, but I began bobbing again, my hands meandering up and down her silky sheer legs.
“Oh yes, I’ll be using this mouth a lot,” she declared, which I hoped was true. I was in love with this cock. It was attached to a feminine body that just radiated sex appeal, with a personality to match!
After a couple more minutes of sucking her dick, she said, “I hope you know I’m not done with your asshole.”
I allowed her cock to slip out of my mouth as I said, cupping her balls, “You’d better not be. I want another load from these big balls.
“Let’s get away from the window,” she said, “It’s chilly over here.”
“I’m overheating,” I joked, as I followed her to near the elevator.
“All fours,” she ordered.
I obeyed, even as I pointed out the obvious, “If someone stops at this floor they’re going to be in for a wicked surprise.”
“In this firm they’ll probably just join us,” she informed me, as she moved behind me and slid her cock back inside my gaping back door.
“I hope so,” I moaned, my ass again well filled.
Now that I was used to her cock in my ass, she fucked me hard this time.
“Oh yes, fuck my asshole,” I moaned, even as she did just that. As she reamed into my asshole, my orgasm began to build and I wanted to move my right hand to rub myself, but I couldn’t: her deep, hard thrusts didn’t allow me to do anything but hold myself up.”I got an idea,” she said.
She pulled out and sat down with her back against the wall, her legs sticking straight out, and ordered, “Ride me to orgasm, my ass slut.”
“As you wish,” I agreed. As I straddled her I joked, “You should write your own sex positons book.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, as I faced away from her and again lowered myself on her cock.
“But I’ve felt it,” I pointed out as her point went in.
And like her, I fucked this time. I bounced hard and fast on her cock, simultaneously rubbing my swollen clit.
“Come for me, ass slut, come for me hard,” she ordered, as my breathing got heavier after a couple dozen strokes.
“Oh yes,” I moaned, as I began to finger myself, almost fisting myself with all five fingers, creating my own creative double penetraton as I tried to accelerate my orgasm.
“Oh yeah, you little slut, come from taking a dick in your asshole,” she continued, knowing that the dirty talk and name calling only enhanced my pleasure.
“Oh yes, fuck, I want to be your ass slut, fuck, your cum deposit, oh God, yes, your whore,” I declared nonsensically as I screamed, my orgasm erupted through me and I fell forward, her cock slipping out of me.
She allowed me to have my orgasm, which flowed through me with wave after wave of pleasure, before she urged me, “Get on the table.”
“Really?” I asked, imagining it would be cold.
“Yeah, we need to fuck in every spot in this office,” she shrugged, as she pulled me up, a gush of my cum leaking out of me and down my leg.
I moved to the table and onto it and, damn it, I was right… it was cold.
She rolled me onto my side and said, “This is my favourite position.”
“Every position with you becomes my new favourite positon,” I said, as she moved tightly behind me… warming me with her body heat and her dick, sliding it once again back into my ass.
I was now a vessel for her pleasure.
She fucked me slowly in this position awhile, then rolled me onto my back.
“Of course, sometimes the oldies are still goodies,” as she moved between my legs and fucked me the old fashioned way… missionary style.
I joked, “You’re so old school.”
As she fucked me, I just closed my eyes and just allowed the pleasure to take over.
I was so into the fucking, enjoying just the act of sex, I didn’t hear someone come in and didn’t know I was being watched until I felt someone grab my foot and lick my sole.
I opened my eyes in shock and saw a blonde licking my foot. I didn’t know her name, but knew she was a research analysist.
Jamie smiled and greeted, “Hi, Phoenix.”
“I see you got the new girl first,” Phoenix said, as she kissed and licked my foot, all the while massaging it.
“Have you two met?” Jamie asked, as she kept fucking me, not finding the situation at all awkward.
“Not officially,” Phoenix replied.
“Phoenix, Jill… Jill, Phoenix,” Jamie introduced us, as she started fucking me harder.
“Hiiiiii,” I greeted, as I looked at her.
“Hi, back,” Phoenix said, as she suggested, “Can we take this somewhere a bit more comfortable?”
“Please,” I said, my back killing me on this wood table.
“Sure,” Jamie agreed, as she pulled out, got off the table and went and sat on the couch. “One of you can suck my dick, while the other sucks on my balls.”
As I sat up, I finally noticed that Phoenix also had a dick. A pretty nice dick. It was then the idea of getting double penetrated popped into my head. I smiled and asked, “Does everyone here have a cock?”
Jamie explained, as both of us went to her and dropped to our knees, “Not everyone, but this firm is definitely shemale affirmative.”
“Apparently,” I nodded; Phoenix moved to Jamie’s balls, so I moved to her cock.
“Oh yes, double the pleasure, double the fun,” Jamie said, after a couple of minutes of her cock being serviced by two pairs of lips.
“I hope that’s true,” I said, attempting to hint at a double penetration without actually coming right out and asking for it.
“Jill, you’re so transparent,” Jamie laughed, as she stood up and ordered, “Phoenix, lie on your back.”
Phoenix did, I moved over her without instruction, but as I went to lower my cunt on her cock, Jamie grabbed my hips and said, “Not yet.”
I sighed inwardly, but obeyed, so instead I began kissing Phoenix as Jamie once again re-entered my ass.
After some kissing and ass fucking, Jamie grabbed my hips again and pulled me back a couple feet and ordered, “Get her cock nice and hard for me.”
‘For you?’ I questioned to myself…. I wanted that cock… although the idea of seeing Jamie herself getting fucked was kind of intriguing, if that’s what she meant.
So I began sucking Phoenix’s hard cock as Jamie continued using my ass.
“That’s it, slut, suck my cock,” Phoenix moaned, as I bobbed up and down… enjoying having two holes filled… although I was hoping for some position changes soon to make it two different holes.
Jamie asked, “Ready for something pretty kinky?”
“God, yes,” I answered, assuming this was the double penetration I’d been craving ever since I’d seen Phoenix’s dick.
“Pretzel,” Jamie said.
Phoenix agreed, “Delicious.”
I was confused, but soon learned what a sexual pretzel was.
I was placed on my stomach.
Then I had both arms pulled back.
Then I felt Phoenix’s nylon-clad feet on my back. More nylons! I could really learn to love the dress code around here!
Then Jamie stood in front of me and slid her cock in my mouth until her balls were resting on my chin.
Instantly… pretzel made sense.
It was awkward, but kinky… which made my pussy burn as she began fucking my face.
Fucking my face… roughly.
Making me gag.
Using me like a rag doll slut.
And I loved it.
Again because the position was crazy awkward, it only lasted a minute, before Jamie asked, “Want to try another crazy position?”
“All night,” I answered as her cock slid out of my mouth.
Jamie ordered, “Phoenix, go lean against the wall.”
“Okay,” Phoenix agreed.
“Want to see me get fucked?” Jamie asked, as she walked over to Phoenix.
“I’d rather me being the one fucking you,” I answered.
“That wasn’t the question,” she pointed out.
“Then yes, yes I do want to see you get fucked,” I said, which wasn’t my first choice, but still true.
Jamie moved in front of Phoenix, who was leaning against the wall, and Jamie turned around to face me, then backed up onto Phoenix’s dick.
“Ohhhhh,” Jamie moaned, as she took the girl’s dick in her ass.
“Fucking hot,” I said to no one in particular as I went around to the side to watch Jamie take the entire cock up her ass.
“Oh yes,” Jamie agreed, before adding, as she began fucking herself on Phoenix’s dick, “want to know what’s even hotter?”
“If I had a cock too?” I answered.
“Yes, that would be hot too,” she laughed. “But I was thinking if you crawled over here and scooted back under me and impaled your tight shit hole onto my cock.”
“Oooooh, that is kinky,” I nodded, instantly dropping to my knees and backing into the positon she’d suggested…. Even though I wasn’t sure it was physcially possible.
It was.
But only with a fair amount of trial and error. In the end I was on all fours, Jamie’s cock in my rear and my arms again backwards as I used Jamie’s tits for balance… this was a precarious sexual pyramid.
Then Jamie was the middle piece of a sex sandwhich where she and I were both getting hard girly meat in our butts.
This position was the wildest yet and for a couple of minutes… somehow… we lasted in the crazy position before Jamie asked, “Are you finally ready for your first dp?”
“Am I a slut?” I answered.
“Why yes, I believe you are,” Jamie laughed.
Phoenix asserted, “I want her ass now.”
“Fair enough,” Jamie agreed. “I could use a rest anyway,” as she lay on the floor.
I didn’t need to be told what to do; I straddled her and my cunt easily swallowed Jamie’s cock whole.
Phoenix moved behind me, knelt down and slid into my ass.
Instantly the feeling was wild.
I felt so full.
I also felt completely at the whim of cock.
Two big, hard, shemale cocks.
“Fuck her,” Jamie ordered, and instantly Phoenix began fucking my ass.
“Oh yes,” I whimpered, the pleasure of two cocks in me at once unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“That’s the one thing I can’t ever do,” Jamie said, as she looked into my eyes.
“Well I can’t ever come in another girl,” I pointed out.
“Or guy,” Phoenix added, as she began fucking me harder.
“Or guy,” I agreed, as my orgasm began to rise.
At the mercy of cock front and back, I let myself go completely and just allowed myself to feel the pleasure of the moment.
Then as my orgasm grew rapidly closer, Jamie began bucking her ass up and I screamed, “Mother fucker!!”
“Now that I haven’t done.” Jamie joked, then cried out, “Phoenix, sync with me!” and their cocks were now racing in and out of me completely in tandem, a new pleasure ripping through me as I felt like their matched cockheads were redefining the term tête-a-tête inside me.
Now I was being double fucked with full force from each direction and the pleasure increased exponentially in an instant. I babbled, “Oh yes, fuck, shit, harder, fuck me, yes, ream my asshole!”
“Come, my dp slut,” Jamie ordered.
“Now, you little ass whore,” Phoenix added, slamming into me so hard I almost collapsed all over Jamie.
“Oh yes, so close, yes, fucking yessss!” I screamed in triumph as another orgasm ripped through me.
Jamie kept bucking up and Phoenix kept reaming my asshole as I leaned forward against Jamie.
A minute later, Phoenix pulled out and proposed, “Cum bath!!”
“Yes!!” Jamie agreed, and I was again pulled up off my weary knees, only to be put back on my knees in a different position.
So sore, I actually got myself in a unique squatting position, while I tried to suck both cocks in my mouth at once.
“Oh, this is new,” Jamie said, as I opened my mouth wide enough to get both cockheads in me.
Of course I couldn’t really suck like ths, so after some licking and attempted sucking, I went to the traditional method of servicing two cocks at once, if there even are traditions for such activities.
I sucked Jamie and stroked Phoenix.
I sucked Phoenix and stroked Jamie.
I dropped back onto my knees to be able to gain some balance after giving Jamie a tug harder than I’d meant to.
I stroked both.
I repeated this for minutes.
Suck one.
Suck the other.
Stroke one.
Stroke the other.
Until they were both groaning.
Then I closed my eyes and waited for the cum bath.
I begged, “I want your cum. Please come all over my face.”
And so they did… two facials within thirty seconds of each other.
Jamie first… then Phoenix.
I sucked the last remnants of cum from each cock once they were done before standing up and kissing Phoenix and then Jamie, who licked the cum off my face.
Phoenix said, “That was fun! And to think I just came up here to get a roll of tums.”
“Instead you got to fuck two bums,” I quipped, then realized how much of a geek I sounded like.
She laughed, as Jamie smiled, ‘You’re such a cute geek.”
“A cute slut geek,” I corrected.
“A cute slut geek who’s coming home with me tonight,” Jamie said.
“I’d better be,” I nodded, “I hear there’s a strap-on with my name on it waiting there for me.”
“You want to fuck my ass?” Jamie asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I want to do everything with you,” I responded, kissing her again.
In case you haven’t already figured it out, Michael was history, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Jamie was now my main squeeze, or rather, to put our relationship in its proper perspective, I was hers. I’d found my perfect woman, one with a big dick, and she was promising to share me with lots more perfect women!
And that’s how 2016 became the best Christmas ever.