Jenny goes to the office holiday party and decides she needs a man for the night. She uses all her tricks and it doesn't take her long to get Kyle back in her apartment for a night of sucking and fucking and cumming in every hole. Kyle hasn't had sex in months. Will he be able to last all night and pleasure Jenny fully?
It was the office Holiday party. I mean, it was early December, way before Christmas, but you know how these things are, everywhere gets booked up a long way in advance. At least it was a Friday night – there’s nothing worse than having to go in to work the day after an office party, trying to remember what embarrassing things you said and did. Whatever, we marketing girls were ready to rock and roll. Doors opened at 6pm, and we were there to hit the bar right away. Drinks on the house, so my bezzies Claire and Rache and I kicked the evening off with a Cosmopolitan. Or two or three.
I thought I knew everyone but there were people at the party I had never seen before. I guess it was becoming a big company now. At our table Claire had drunk enough by 9 o’clock to become quite giggly, and in a loud whisper she said to us, “Right girls. Who would you like to take home tonight? Are you thinking smooth and sophisticated, or a bit of rough?”
Rache blushed a bit. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“Oh, we all know what kind of girl you are,” I said, and we all laughed. “You told us all about you and Clark from IT, remember? What was his speciality again? Let me think… oh yes… he liked to have your vibrator on full speed up his ass while he fucked you doggy style. I could never quite look him in the eye again without an ‘I know, you know’ wink when he came round to fix my PC.”
Rache turned a deeper shade of red, but smiled as she thought of it. “Ok,” she said, “Which of the IT guys do you fancy?”
“What is it with IT guys?” Claire said. “They’re the dirtiest, horniest bastards of all. I guess they’re the only ones who can surf porn at work because they know how to get round the internet blocks that stop the rest of us doing it. Hey, remember I went out with Jez from IT? He asked me to take a shit on him after we’d finished fucking.”
“Ha, ha… and did you?” I laughed.
“Sure, why not. He’d paid for a gorgeous meal, it was all his going in and coming out,” Claire explained. Then with a little smile she added wistfully, “And he was very grateful…”
“So who’s the new one over there?”, I asked. “He looks so sweet and innocent, like he needs corrupting.”
“Kyle”, said Claire. “He’s your mission for tonight then, and remember, we want to hear all about it tomorrow.”
So for the rest of the evening I planned my moves. Don’t go in too heavy, I thought, or you’ll scare him off. I played it real cool. I watched until he went to the buffet to refill his plate, and then I was next to him in the line. Oops, silly me, I’ve dropped my napkin, I’d better pick it up, and make damn sure he gets a grandstand view of my rack. Then a bit later he stood up holding an empty glass, so I made sure I was at the bar before him. “Oh hi again”, I said trying to appear casual. “Remember me, little miss butterfingers? Can I buy you a drink?”
“It’s all free, isn’t it?” he queried.
“Yeah, but you know, figuratively.”
“OK, sure. An Irish whiskey please, no ice. And by the way, I’m Kyle.”
“Jenny. My pleasure. At least I hope it will be,” I said in what I hoped was an acceptably coquettish way.
I turned to the bartender. “A vodka tonic for me please, and an Irish whiskey, no ice, for my new friend here. Make them doubles.”
Well, I’m not going to tell you all my chat-up lines. They’re my trade secrets! We had a few more drinks, and hit the dance floor. After some seriously hard rocking I was starting to glisten with a sheen of sweat and my pheromones were clearly wafting in Kyle’s direction. As the evening began to wind down the DJ moved on to his slower repertoire.
“You don’t need to stand so far away from me you know,” I said. “Put your arms round my waist, just here, and then we can lean on each other so we don’t fall over and look stupid.” I pulled him closer and I was damn sure he had a hard-on. “Is that a hard disk you have in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” I murmured in his ear.
He laughed and blushed and said, “I think option 2 of those choices.”
It was getting towards the end of the party and I reckoned the time for subtlety was over. I moved my right hand down between us and cupped his cock and balls firmly through his trousers, all the while looking at him carefully to see if he was horrified or not. His eyes popped wide open and for a second I was worried I had gone too far, but then he cracked a big smile. “Wow,” he almost croaked, “Mmmm. Turns out I really am pleased to see you.” He dipped his head into the hollow of my neck just above where the cleft of my bosom started and gently licked away a bead of sweat with the tip of his tongue, then under cover of the darkness of the dance floor he moved his hands up under my T-shirt and began to massage my breasts, discreetly but firmly, through my bra. “You feel fantastic,” he whispered.
“It’s so loud here. Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” I asked. “My apartment is only a couple of streets away.”
It was lucky I had tidied the place up a bit earlier before I left for the party. We both knew what we were there for, we weren’t going to chat about the weather or fix my computer. As soon as we were inside and the door was safely closed, I turned and pulled him close again, kissing him deeply until I felt his tongue push back and tangle with mine. I cupped his groin again and could tell he was still hard.
Kyle spun us around so my back was up against the door, then he rolled my top up and over my head, exposing my tight-fitting bra. He lifted my arms up and pinned my wrists over my head with one hand, then pushed his face into my left armpit and inhaled deeply. “You gorgeous salty, sweaty girl,” he grinned, and began to lick, his tongue rasping on the slight stubble there. He changed sides and repeated sniffing and licking the right pit, then reached around me to unclip my bra and let it fall to the floor. His eyes popped as he took in the full glory of my breasts with their deep pink aureoles. He buried his face in between them then emerged to run the tip of his tongue around my nipples, nibbling and sucking until they were fully erect and pulsing.
When he’d had his fill of my underarms and tits, I knelt down and unbuttoned his waist and fly so I could get to the main attraction. I opened his chinos, pulled his boxers waistband down and grasped his now-rampant erection firmly. My eyes went wide. “Oh yes, that’s what I want,” I said. “But I want it inside me.” I gently enclosed the tip of his penis with my lips and teased his salty foreskin back with my teeth and tongue. It slipped back easily and I could taste he was already moist with a surprising amount of juicy pre-cum.
“Oh jeez,” he moaned, “be careful not to go to too fast or this could be over before it starts”.
I pulled back a bit. “How long has it been since you last had a fuck?”, I queried.
“Quite a while. A few months,” he said a bit sheepishly. I guessed it was more than that, let’s say at least six, but he was too embarrassed to say.
“OK,” I said in a mock-serious way. “Houston, we have a problem.”
He looked startled like I was about to tell him to leave. “Er, birth control? We can always—”
“No, no,” I interrupted. I sat back on my haunches and spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. “I’ve got an implant, it’s fine, no babies. The problem is that if you haven’t fucked for months, you’re going to cum in about five seconds, and I have my needs too, you know. So. Here’s what we need to do. First, we’re going to let the steam off from the system. Then we can find ways to relight the fire. Then you’re going to fuck my brains out properly. OK?”
“I’m not quite sure I understand,” he said.
In reply, I slipped my skirt and panties down to the floor and stood in front of him stark naked. Then I unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed his pants and shorts all the way down. He helpfully stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I moved up against him front-to-front and manoeuvred his stiff cock between my cleft and through my legs, so his shaft touched my slit and its tip ended up gripped between my buttocks. He moaned softly. “What I meant was, if you’re going to cum, you’re going to cum and we can’t help it. Let’s get it over with quickly, then you’ve got time to recover and keep going all night. So fuck me right now. Treat me like I’m your sex doll. Don’t worry about making me cum, we’ll get round to that, just get that throbbing seven inches in my cunt and let me have it.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He picked me up and carried me through to the bedroom. The bed was still covered in the various clothes I had tried on before going out earlier in the evening and we swept them aside. He threw me backwards on the bed and I lifted my knees and spread my legs as far apart as they would go to give him a good eyeful of my wet, pink gash. I felt happy for Kyle and wickedly submissive to let him have his puppyish fun without any pressure. He fingered my clit a bit to be sure I was good and wet – which I was – then eased his shaft inside me. It felt so good to have a pulsing, hot penis inside me. In truth, it had been a while for me too. I purred with delight, and he began to stroke in and out, in and out, in and out, harder and harder, his balls banging against my slit. I wasn’t wrong, this was going to be quick. I could feel his cock head inside me bucking and swelling well before he said, “Omigod, this is it. I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—” and I felt the hot spurts of his semen flooding into my cunt, one, two, three, four, five of them at least, I lost count.
He collapsed on top of me, exhausted but happy. We lay there in silence for a few moments. “That was just… fantastic,” he said, grinning like a teenager. “You’re so sexy, but I’m never going to be able to cum again. Ever. You’ve drained my balls for good.”
“We’ll see about that,” I smiled back at him. I gently eased him out of me, sat up and looked down at my wet lips. His creamy, warm cum was dribbling out of my vagina and down the inside of my thighs, a river of pearl. He was lying on his back and I bent my mouth to his softening cock and took it inside me, sucking the last of the cum out and tasting my own cunt juices on him too. Maybe it was an even better cocktail than a Cosmopolitan.
“I need to pee,” I said. I paused a moment then added in a playful voice, “Want to watch?”
“Oh yeah. You bet.”
We went into the en-suite and I sat on the low-level bowl and spread my legs so he had a good view. My pee began flowing, hissing, flushing out the evening’s drinks and Kyle’s cum. He looked fascinated. “I’ve never watched a girl pee before, I didn’t know it was so sexy,” he said. He put two fingers in the stream and laughed, “It’s so warm!” Then he moved his fingers towards my vulva and made like to block the stream. It just squirted upwards and sideways and we both screamed with laughter as my golden stream splashed onto both our chests and faces.
“Don’t you need to go too?” I asked. “You had quite a few beers tonight, and what goes in must come out.”
He looked a bit uncertain and I guessed he hadn’t ever had a girl watch him pee before either. “Er, I suppose so”.
“How about this for an idea,” I said. I stood up from the toilet, stepped into the shower cubicle and beckoned to him. “In here. That’s an order.” He obediently followed. I pressed my body against him and said, “Give it to me. Soak my tits, my ass, my bush, my tummy.” I got on all fours facing away from him with my bum in the air and waited expectantly, then after a short delay he obliged and the warm, golden stream flowed over my back, tickling my butt crack and dribbling down my legs. I sat and turned round and let it hit my breasts and run down my stomach to the bush between my legs and through. Now at full blast it felt like a never-ending firehose splashing and spraying me, but in the end he ran dry and he shook the last few golden drops off the tip of his foreskin. Now don’t get me wrong, if you’re asking me would I prefer to be covered in cum or piss, the answer is cum every time, but when your man’s sack is empty you have to improvise. And the thing about pee is there’s so much more of it than there is with a few spurts of cum.
“Wow,” he said, “I’ve certainly never done that before. You’re quite an amazingly sexy lady.”
I stood up and turned the shower on, and we soaped each other as we cleaned up. He did a very good job cleaning my tits and pussy for me, and I like to think I did a pretty good job on his ball-sack and dick in return. I ran my fingers up his butt-crack and poked one soapy digit just a teeny way into his anus on the way past. He emitted a barely audible squeak and I could see his cock starting to swell again; it wouldn’t be long now until my turn on the pleasure ride.
We stepped out of the shower and towelled off. “I think I’m nearly ready for round two,” Kyle said, “but there’s something I’d like to do first, if it’s OK with you.”
“Of course,” I replied. “I am your sex doll for the evening after all.”
“You’ve got a beautifully shaped bush but I like girls really smooth, and I can see you’ve got a razor on the shelf there. I’d like to shave you properly. How about it?”
“Two conditions,” I said in a businesslike voice so he knew I was serious. “First, you are fucking careful with the razor down there. And second, that I get to shave you afterwards.”
He thought for a moment. “That seems like a fair exchange.”
I put a towel on the floor and sat with my legs apart. Kyle was about to start with the razor but then he paused and said in a workmanlike voice, “For quality control purposes I think we should do a before-and-after test. Just a minute before we start…” and he got on his hands and knees over me, 69-wise, and bent to start licking my clit.
He sucked and licked and I felt his tongue passing my labia lips and plunging into my cunt. It was heaven. I had been ready to cum ever since we had got in the door but I wasn’t quite at the crest of the wave yet. “Ooooh, yes,” I moaned, “keep doing that… yesssss…” I reached down to try to finger myself while he licked me out but couldn’t quite get at my button, so instead I reached up and took his dangling ball sack in my mouth, but at that he stopped licking.
“Noooo…. don’t be a tease,” I whined.
“That was the ‘before’ test and I’m pleased to report all was very satisfactory,” he said. “Now…” He squirted a blob of shave foam onto my bush and lathered it up. I spread my legs good and wide to make it easy, and carefully he made the first stroke of the razor, starting at my bikini line and moving down. It was really ticklish to have some else doing it, and I began to giggle, which made Kyle start laughing too. I always kept my mound garden well-tended, no stray hairs out of the panty line and certainly none on my pussy or ass, so there wasn’t all that much to remove and with a few more strokes it was all gone. Kyle rubbed a squirt of baby oil onto the freshly-shaved skin.
“Now I’ll ask the quality control officer to do the ‘after’ check,” Kyle smirked, and bent down again. This time he licked my newly smooth mound and rubbed his cheeks and face all over it. “Oh yesss, that’s just perfect,” he moaned, and his tongue moved onto my love button, which by now was throbbing and I’m sure very red. His teeth very gently nibbled my clit and he rolled it around with his tongue before plunging into my cunt again for another deep licking.
He lifted his head and with his oily fingers he began to masturbate me properly, really pressing my clit down, slipping two fingers into my pussy on every stroke, then rubbing my mound hard with a circular motion, faster, faster. I felt that wave building and it was going to break soon. “TONGUE!”, was all I could manage to gasp. It was not a suggestion, it was a command. Obediently he put his head back down between my legs and plunged back in, somehow managing to rub my clit with his face as he was sucking and licking me deeper and deeper. I felt the crest of the wave starting to break and my back arched on the towel and my hips bucked and shuddered as a massive orgasm racked my body, wave after wave of it. I knew my cunt juices were squirting all over Kyle’s face, and sure enough he looked up at me from the action zone, his chin glistening. He turned around and we kissed deeply, tongues tangling and pushing each other. I realised that tasting my own juices turned me on even more.
“This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?” I joked. “That was fantastic, the best licking out I’ve ever had.”
“Why thank you, I have my moments,” he allowed.
After a minute to get my breath back I reminded him, “Remember our deal? You shave me, I get to shave you?”
“A deal’s a deal,” he said, so we swapped places on the towel and I began to lather him up. “Just you be careful too. I don’t need a vasectomy just yet,” he laughed. His cock was properly stiff again now after all that cunnilingus and I curled my fingers round it, rubbing the soap up and down the shaft, all the while fixing him with a look that said, “Don’t worry, you’re not cumming just yet.” Even so he put his head back, closed his eyes and moaned softly in pleasure.
I guess men don’t keep their hair down below so well controlled as we girls do, and it was everywhere. Kyle shaving me had taken about two minutes, but it took ages to do him in return. Have you ever tried to shave a scrotum? They’re so wrinkly; man, it’s hard! Inner thighs: done. Cock shaft: not much to do, a few strokes near the root. Pubic mound: done. Then I got him to go on all fours and spread his ass-cheeks. Butt-crack: done. And while I’m there and I’ve got the baby oil to hand, I lubed my middle finger and slipped it all the way into his asshole. His back stiffened and head came up with a little squeal of surprise, as I reached around with my other hand and enclosed his penis again with a few more strokes. Just enough to keep him hard, not enough to cause any premature accidents. “Yessss…” he murmured, almost to himself, “oh yes, that’s very good… mmm” as I probed his back door thoroughly and squeezed his shaft like a milkmaid.
It had been maybe half an hour since Kyle had shot his load into me in that explosive cum-fest that had started the evening off so promisingly, and now he was really hard again. I could tell he was ready to give me some more of that tasty jizz that I craved. We left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom.
“This time you’re my sex doll, OK?”, I said, not waiting for any reply. “I’m going to ride you and suck you and fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to do it some more. Just so you know.”
We were lying front-to-front missionary style and ground our freshly-shaved pubes together. We were both still slippery with the baby oil and it felt super-sexy to slide around on each other. I sat up over him and straddled, cowgirl style. Kneeling up, I positioned his very erect cock right at the entrance to my pussy and rubbed his glans around over my wet labia, just barely enveloping it in my folds. “Don’t torture me! I need to be inside you!”, he called out. I lowered myself onto his shaft, bit by bit, making sure it slid smoothly all the way in, and began to work my hips up and down. I clenched my cunt muscles and squeezed his dick, causing another moan of delight. “That feels so good, oh yes, ride me, fuck me, my dirty cowgirl,” he shouted.
But it was my turn now and I was in charge. I lowered myself and rubbed my clit on his bare pubic mound, grinding round and round just the way I knew would make me cum. I pressed my weight down on my rosebud as hard as I could and frantically picked up speed as I moved my hips from side to side, round and round, forwards, backwards, and I could feel the tingling start in my pussy and build in my tummy, past my swollen nipples into my cheeks and my head. “Oh shit oh fuck, holy crap, oh my god, I’m cumming I’m cumming oh FUUUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed as another huge orgasm broke over me. I threw my head back while my cunt clenched and spasmed over and over as I climaxed, squirting my juices over Kyle’s dick. I knew there was more. I kept grinding and pressing my clit down on his squelching wet pubes and sure enough a second orgasm swelled up in me and racked my shuddering, jerking body as I screamed, “Yesssssss…. Oh yes fuck yes aaaahhhhhhhh…” then flopped down on top of him, briefly satiated.
“Wow,” he said, after a few moments, “You sure know how to get what you want. That was a pleasure to watch. A real masterclass.”
I rolled off him and began to get my breath back. Now normally I make sure my man cums when I do so he’d be limp and spent after that performance, but I was saving him for another round, and after watching me basically masturbate using him as a human dildo Kyle was harder and hornier than ever. He rolled me over, propped a couple of pillows under my hips, and murmured in a slyly polite voice, “I’m guessing that since you were so interested in my asshole, you wouldn’t mind if I explore yours in a bit more detail?”
“Of course, good sir, be my guest”, I replied. “There’s some lube in the bedside cupboard over there.”
His forefinger unerringly located my butt-hole and circled the rim a few times. I tucked my knees under myself to push my ass up and helpfully spread my cheeks for him. After my brace of high octane orgasms it wasn’t hard to relax my sphincter muscles to let him in more easily. I heard the pop of the lube tube top, then felt the always arousing chill of gel being rubbed around and into my anus. Then the decidedly not-chilly hot tip of his cock began to probe. He pushed his tip past the back door entrance, just an inch at first. “Omigod, that’s so fantastically tight it’s incredible,” he exclaimed. Another inch, some more lube on his shaft, then another inch, and pretty soon he was all the way in, his ball sack banging my ass cheeks. “Oh wow, that’s just fucking amazing,” he gasped. He began kissing my back, working up to the nape of my neck, and reached around me to rub my throbbing nipples as he began to plunge in and out.
Now I’m sorry to break this to you guys reading my story – I realise I’m breaking the fourth wall a bit here – but being fucked up the ass is something that guys enjoy more than girls. I mean I love being submissive and seeing my man getting off on it, but we don’t have a g-spot in our rectums, or a clit to be rubbed there, so there’s not much chance of cumming, at least for me. Your mileage may vary, ladies. I decided I wanted that sperm down my throat, not in my shitter, so I took charge again. I pulled forward so he slipped out of me.
“What are you doing!” he yelled, “You can’t do that! It’s cruelty! I was just getting going.”
“I know, but my pussy still has its needs,” I pointed out. “I want you to give my cunt a really good pounding, then soak my face with your cum. Let’s see how much you’ve got second time around, big boy!”
Kyle didn’t argue and slipping his dick into my cunt was much easier for him than stretching my anus. It was an absolutely seamless transfer and he was soon pounding in and out, doing his best to make it last as long as he could. He had an amazing way of grinding the base of his cock on my clit every time he rammed in, I couldn’t have done a better job if I had been bringing myself off with my rabbit. “Yes, that’s what my pussy wants, yes, oh yesssssss, oh fuck yes,” I moaned, as he hit my clit over and over again with his smooth, oily pubis. “Faster, faster more, go on, PLEEEEEASE don’t stop, yes, yes, oh god aieeeeeeee…” I screamed as another orgasm tore through me, my hips and cunt bucking and clenching and spasming, gripping his cock, out of my control. I didn’t know I could cum that many times in a row, it was amazing.
Kyle was at his limit. “That’s it, come on baby, I’ve got an express delivery for you,” he gasped. “Here is it, are you ready for it…” He pulled his cock out of my pussy with a slurping noise and as he moved his hips rapidly up to my face I just had time to see his shrunken scrotum as his balls had pulled right up into him, ready to cream his spunk out. The fiery purple tip of his penis approached my mouth so I grabbed it urgently and enveloped it just in time as he shouted “Oh FUUUUUCK yes yes YES” and his balls exploded. One hot rope of cum hit the back of my throat and I greedily gulped it down, then another followed, and another, as his cock bucked and pumped furiously. It tasted as amazing as I had hoped, creamy, smooth and salty. I took his dick all the way into my mouth and sucked it like a milkmaid to get every last drop of the good stuff out, as he collapsed on the bed whimpering with satisfaction.
We lay there, both stunned and exhausted. I had never had a lovemaking session like that before and I’m pretty sure Kyle hadn’t either.
After a while I ventured, “So did that make up for your time living as a monk? Six months without sex…?”
“In spades. That was just fucking amazing, my brains are totally blown out,” he sighed. “I haven’t exactly been a monk though, you know. I watch porn and jerk off like everyone else, just no girlfriends and no actual pussy for a while. I’ve only recently moved into the area”.
“Well, now you know where I live, next time you want to watch porn and jerk off, come round if you’d like some help.”
“Count on it,” he replied sleepily, yawning, and I could tell I wasn’t going to hear anything more from him. But I was already making plans for how I would be waking him up before very long.