MMF Initiation (4 page)
Simon undid her
blouse, removed her bra, and then buried his face between her
breasts. Alfie knelt down in front of her, just as he had done with
Simon the previous day. His fingers released the button on her
skirt which fell to the floor. She was naked except for her
panties. Alfie pushed his mouth against the front of her panties,
pressing his tongue against her pussy through the fabric. He looped
his fingers into the waistband, and pulled them slowly down her
legs. His tongue pressed into her dampness; his fingers traced a
slow downward path from her navel. When his fingers reached her
clit, she let out a quiet moan. Simon flicked, pinched and sucked
her nipples.
After a few
minutes, Alfie surprised her by scooping her off her feet. His
strong arms carried her effortlessly further down the stores. He
set her down on a makeshift bed made from tarpaulins. Kate knelt,
watching the two guys strip out of their overalls. Within moments,
they were both naked, their erect cocks no more than inches from
her face. She took one in each hand, and started to stroke them -
how she wanted those cocks inside her. She bent forward, and teased
the head of Simon's cock – flicking it with her tongue. Next, she
turned to Alfie. The slit of his cock glistened with pre-cum. She
licked it off, and then ran her tongue down the length of his
shaft. Simon knelt behind her, lifting her by the hips, so she was
on all fours. She gave her full attention to Alfie now. Her hand
stroked his cock while she took his balls into her mouth. She felt
him squirm as her tongue licked his ball sack. Simon had his face
pressed against her pussy, tongue fucking her. She took Alfie's
cock into her mouth, and moved her lips slowly down his shaft.
Alfie put his hands on the back of her head, encouraging her to
suck faster – she was only too happy to oblige. Simon now pressed
his cock slowly into her pussy. She shuffled her legs apart to give
him better access. He pressed, once, then again, and on the third
attempt she felt him slide inside her. It felt so good to have his
cock in her pussy. She allowed Alfie's cock to slip from her lips,
took it in her hand, and slapped it against her lips before taking
it back into her mouth. This time, she took him much deeper. His
hand applied more pressure to the back of her head as he pressed
her down even further. She gagged, but only for a second. Simon was
being far too gentle – she needed to be fucked hard. She reached
behind her, placed a hand on his arse, and pulled him into her. At
the same time, she pushed back into him. He picked up the pace, and
began to thrust much deeper, and harder into her pussy. Sex with
Michael was so predictable (not that it happened very often), she
needed far more. She was being fucked hard from behind while giving
head – and she felt so fucking good!
After a few
minutes, Simon pulled his cock out of her pussy, stood up, and
walked over to Alfie. Kate watched as Alfie bent forward to take
Simon's cock in his mouth. He sucked it from the head to the base,
and then let it slip out of his mouth into his hand.
“I can taste
your juices,” Alfie said to Kate before taking the cock back into
his mouth.
She hadn't
realised it was possible to feel so fucking horny – watching Alfie
suck Simon's cock while she sucked Alfie's – she didn't think it
could get any better than that. But then it did. She felt a finger
touch her arse hole. Simon rimmed her for a few seconds before
pressing the tip of his finger inside. It was hard to focus on
Alfie's cock while Simon fingered her arse.
“Want to
share?” Alfie held Simon's cock in his hand.
Kate let
Alfie's cock slip from her lips, and then shuffled over to Simon.
She caressed Simon's balls while Alfie stroked Simon's cock, and
then the two of them ran their tongues along either side of Simon's
erection. Their faces were only inches apart; they shared a naughty
smile.
Fuck yes!” Was
all Simon could manage to say.
Alfie offered
the head of Simon's cock to Kate who took it into her mouth; she
was determined to take it as deep as Alfie had. The two of them
took turns, licking and sucking Simon's cock. Kate stroked Alfie's
cock with her other hand while Alfie squeezed her breasts and
nipples.
Kate continued
to suck Simon's cock as Alfie moved away. The next thing she knew,
Simon lifted her head, so his cock slipped out of her mouth. She
watched as he walked over to Alfie who was sitting on the
tarpaulin, his erection in his hand. Her heart began to race as she
realised what was about to happen. Simon had his back to Alfie who
guided his cock into Simon's arse hole. Simon's expression
reflected the initial discomfort as he lowered himself slowly. Kate
couldn't help herself – she rubbed her clit furiously as she
watched every inch of Alfie's cock disappear into Simon's arse. Any
discomfort was forgotten as Simon began to ride Alfie – slowly at
first, but then gradually faster. Kate continued to rub her clit
while pressing her fingers in and out of her pussy. Kate was so
turned on that it took her next to no time to come. Even her orgasm
couldn't distract her from watching the two guys fucking.
“Come over here
Kate,” Simon said, his hard cock in his hand.
Did he mean
what she thought he did? He did. She walked over, turned her back
to him, and then lowered herself down onto his erection. Alfie lay
perfectly still until she had taken Simon's cock inside her pussy.
She put her feet on the tarpaulin, and began to push herself up and
down. Simon was the filling in the sandwich, as Alfie fucked his
arse, and Kate rode his cock.
The two guys
somehow synchronised their orgasms. Alfie shot his load deep into
Simon's arse just a few seconds before Simon came. Kate was a
little disappointed to feel his hot spunk shoot inside her; she had
wanted it to last for much longer.
“I hope you
aren't going to make a habit of working late,” Michael said. It was
the second night running he'd had to prepare dinner.
“Sorry darling.
It was an emergency breakdown.”
“You shouldn't
let them take advantage of you.”
Kate knew she
owed him, so gave him an after dinner blow job. Little did he know
what she was thinking about all the time she was giving him
head.
“We can't!”
“Of course we
can.” Betty put her hand on Frank's crotch. Just as she suspected -
his mouth was saying no, but his cock was screaming 'let's fucking
do it!”
“We'll get
sacked if we get caught.”
“That's all
part of the excitement.” She stroked his cock through his trousers.
“I want this in my mouth now!”
Frank looked
out of the office window onto the open plan floor. It was lunch
time, and most of the desks were deserted. Even so, he could still
see a few heads bobbing around in amongst the cubicles. He’d never
understood why anyone would choose to spend their lunch break at
their desk. He had been on his way out when Betty intercepted him.
She had pushed him back into his office, slammed the door behind
her, and told him she was going to give him a blow job.
“What brought
this on?” He asked looking down at Betty who was now on her knees
in front of him.
“Can't a girl
feel horny?” She undid the buttons on her white top, and pushed the
bra cups down, revealing her breasts. She sucked a finger
provocatively before pinching her hard nipples.
“But what if
someone comes to my office?”
“Lock the
door.”
“There isn't a
lock.”
“Well you will
just have to keep a look out.” She snapped the button on his
trouser waistband open.
“Oh shit!”
Frank leaned forward, his hands resting on the partition which
separated his office from the main floor. Betty was below the level
of the windows, so couldn’t be seen by those in the main office. He
heard the sound of his zip being undone. At that very moment, Peter
James stood up in his cubicle, and walked over to the water cooler.
Frank's trousers fell to his ankles as he felt a hand push inside
his boxers.
“Hmmm! Nice and
hard.” Betty pulled his cock free from his boxers. “Yummy.” She
licked the head of his cock which was damp with pre cum. Peter
James poured a cup of water, and turned to face Frank's office. The
water cooler was some distance away, but Peter had been known to
call in for a chat when he noticed Frank was in his office at lunch
time. That was another reason Frank rarely stuck around – Peter
could bore for England. Betty pulled his boxers down, and took his
erection in both hands. Frank had a cock worthy of two hands. One
hand cupped the head of his cock while her other stroked the shaft
– really slowly – she wanted this to last as long as possible.
Peter raised a
hand to acknowledge Frank.
“Please don't
come over here,” Frank said under his breath. Peter was single, and
to the best of Frank's knowledge had never had a girlfriend. What
would he think if he knew Frank was getting a hand job? And, any
moment now - a blow job.
“What?” Betty
looked up; her hands still busy on his cock.
Peter James
walked back to his cubicle.
“Nothing. I
thought Peter James was going to come over.”
“There's only
one person going to come, and it isn't Peter James.” With that, she
took his cock into her mouth.
Frank held his
breath for a few seconds, worried he might call out. Betty gave
head better than any girl he had ever been with. She did something
with her tongue (he had no idea what) while she sucked him in and
out of her mouth. It was fantastic, but always made him want to
shoot his load. It took him all his will power not to come within
the first few seconds. It didn't help that she had one hand on his
balls, and the other on his arse hole.
Betty loved to
play with his balls while giving head. She could tell the impact
she had on him by the way his shaft throbbed in her mouth. She
liked to mix it up a bit, so she sucked his cock for a while, and
then allowed it to slip from her mouth, so she could lick the full
length of the shaft. Her finger teased his arse hole causing his
pelvis to push forward.
After several
minutes of her best oral attention, she sensed he was approaching
his climax. The office had recently been refurbished, and the new
black carpet was not the place to drip cum – not unless she wanted
to give the cleaners something to talk about. She didn't really
want it all over her blouse or skirt either, so that left only one
option – not that she was complaining. Betty had never been a
spitter – she had always thought it seemed rather rude. If a man
was good enough to deposit his cum in her mouth, the very least she
could do was to swallow it.
People were
starting to filter back into the office. There was still fifteen
minutes until the end of the lunch hour. Frank had a meeting
scheduled in his office at two o' clock. He said a silent prayer
that the others didn't decide to turn up early. The staff in the
cubicles closest to his office were no more than ten metres away.
He’d been given a few strange looks in the last few minutes. They
must have wondered why on earth he was spending so much time just
staring out into the office. They had probably noticed the strange
expression on his face.
As soon as the
familiar pressure began to build up in his balls, he grabbed
Betty's head, and pressed her mouth deep onto his cock. As he came,
he saw Alan Rogers walk into the main office.
“Oh shit!” Alan
Rogers was one of the people attending the two o' clock
meeting.
Betty still had
Frank’s cock deep in her mouth. Alan Rogers was walking across the
room as Frank shot the last of his load.
“Quick. Alan
Rogers is coming.”
“I'm not
swallowing his,” Betty laughed.
Frank wasn't
amused. He bent down to pull up his boxers and trousers. Betty was
still on her knees, her tits on parade.
Alan Rogers
turned to his left. Peter James had collared him. Frank gave a sigh
of relief, and made a silent promise never to moan about Peter
again. Betty pulled her bra back over her breasts, fastened her
blouse, and scrambled to her feet.
“See you
later,” she said as she walked out of his office - nonchalant as
you like.
“Where were you
at lunch?” Julie asked. Betty and her were working on the same
campaign.
“I stayed in
the office.”
“You should
have come to The Candle. Roy was in there. He had been expecting
Frank, but he didn't show up. Why on earth would you stay in at
lunch? You'll go stir crazy stuck in here all day.”
“There was
something I needed to get my head around. I figured lunch time
would probably be the best time to do it.”
“Did you get it
sorted?”
“Only
just.”
“Did you get
anything to eat?”
Before she
could answer, the telephone on her desk rang.
“Betty?” It was
Roy.
“Hi.”
“Where were you
at lunch? Julie thought you were coming to The Candle.”
How on Earth
had she got herself into this mess? Betty had screwed up before,
but this one took the biscuit.
It was almost
nine months since she had first met Roy and Frank. She remembered
because it had been her first day in her new job – Marketing
Assistant at MailDay. Julie, her co-worker, had invited her for a
drink after work. In truth, Betty would have preferred to have gone
straight home to a warm bath and a glass of wine, but she hadn't
liked to say no. Their offices were in the centre of the city
surrounded by bars and restaurants. Julie had taken her to The
Candle, a small bar no more than a hundred metres from their
offices. Roy and Frank had been sitting at the bar when the two
women arrived. It turned out the two guys worked at MailDay too –
in the Projects department. It had been a great evening; the two
men were good company – charming, interesting and funny – a rare
combination in Betty's experience. Not only did the two men work
together, but they were also the best of friends outside of work.
They had apparently been at university together and still played in
the same rugby team.
