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I should have listened to my girlfriend when she told me not to wear stockings. Stockings are not as demure as tights—less modest. Tights would cover me from my hips to my toes so that even under a skirt I would feel clothed. But these stockings I wore today stopped at my thighs. When I sat down in my office chair, the skin that should have been covered by the yielding elastic was now naked. The nude, soft flesh above my stocking-tops pressed boldly against the fabric of my little black skirt. When I sat, my skirt went taut around the curves of my hips and bottom, holding me securely but, at the same time, making me aware of my nakedness underneath. Even my underwear—a little, lacy black thong of almost no substance—made me no more modest. In fact, it served only to remind me of how close I already was to being totally nude.
My attention turned to the notes I was writing and, for a moment, I thought I would be able to concentrate on more professional matters. But as I sat, my little skirt was riding up higher and higher. In public I would have made amends, but in the privacy of my office I didn’t even notice. I didn’t notice until my skirt had so ridden up that suddenly the delicate, bare skin of my thighs was touching the cool, black leather of the chair. I gasped as the leather caressed my unprotected skin. First cool and then warm under my buttocks, the soft leather was like the soothing skin of a lover.
As I wrote, I imagined now that I sat on the lap of a naked lover—someone who knew of the lust in my mind and of the desire through my body. My body’s desire was hardly contained at all now under this too-short skirt and these feckless little panties. I tried in vain to concentrate on the job at hand, but the soft, pliable leather was warm under my bare bottom; like a lover holding me, caressing me, telling me that he was as hungry and vulnerable as I.
As my imagination ran wild, my whole body began to quiver with excitement. Such was my reverie that I feared at any moment a colleague would enter innocently and catch me with gooseflesh on my skin and a head full of naughty thoughts. I felt sure I would blush or, worse, that they would actually see my body vibrating as my shameless little skirt crept even more shamelessly over my hips.
I doubted that my colleagues even knew the insatiable thoughts that distracted my head throughout the working day. As we drank coffee by the photocopier, I doubt my male colleagues noticed how I admired their powerful arms in their shirtsleeves. I’m sure they missed the flicker of the daydream behind my eyes in which those arms held me fast, as the man behind them made fierce, rhythmic love to me. They knew nothing of my thinly veiled desire to pin those strong hands above their heads, lay them down on their backs, and take them deep inside me as I rode them into oblivion.
And they knew nothing of my secret life. Neither they, nor my family, nor my friends knew of the treat I gave myself once a month, far away from here, where my sweet, hot dreams became reality.
To me, I had always known it simply as The House. It was where I went to feel whole, complete, secure. Barely able to contain my excitement, I left the office and made my way to The House where I knew my boys were waiting.
The place was not lavish—quite unstriking, in fact. But to know of the secret pleasures that happened here in this unassuming home only served to fan the flames of my excitement.
In The House, I stripped out of the uniform of polite society and stepped into the shower. The water was cold at first and I gasped as the water contacted my skin, tender and sensitive with expectation. As the water warmed I moved into its cascade. It took me in its wet heat and carried off the grime of mundanity. My skin became soft and supple under the stream as I took the shower cream into my hands and worked it into a lather. Gradually, I spread the effervescent foam over my body. I began with my breasts, savouring the feeling of the round, smooth flesh slippery in my soapy hands. The creamy soap dribbled down between my breasts and onto my belly. My hands followed swiftly and soon my belly and breasts were covered in creamy white foam. I delighted in the pleasure of my own touch as I massaged the lather into my arms, from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers. In time, I worked the lather down to my thighs, around the small of my back, and over my bum. I savoured the feeling of my full, round buttocks under my slippery touch, and the sybaritic thickness of my thighs—so strong, but so different, so much softer than a man.
I put one foot up on the side of the bath and continued to work the lather down my calves to the tips of my toes. And in time, the whole of my diminutive naked body was trussed in a filmy cocoon of foam. In the steamy warmth my flesh became even more supple, even hungrier for the touch of another. I could have gone out to my boys right then. But I played a game with myself and made myself wait. I teased myself by running my own hands over my body—slipping and sliding, touching myself where I knew the pleasure would be greatest. I was covered in froth and little dollops were finding their way into my most secretive, sensitive crevices. My breasts bobbed in and out of my too-small hands and the two gentle globes slid against each other frictionlessly. My thighs and buttocks showed no resistance in their slippery warmth, reminding me of how they ached to be parted.
Invariably, the lather had found it’s way beneath my buttocks, and between my thighs like the naughty, insistent fingers of a lover. I knew, even without touching, in the soapy, steamy heat that my pussy had begun to pout shamelessly. Strangely, the charged, damp heat that made my pussy swell so unabashedly, tempered the usually unchecked stiffness of my nipples. Over the frictionless plain of my flesh, my fingers met no resistance as they sought to nurture the ripening fruit of my sex. From my breasts, over my belly, my fingers delighted in the change of texture as they met the landscape of my close-cropped pubic hair. And beneath that coarser landscape, my fingers found the smooth, protuberant lips of my pussy.
I delighted in the ecstasy that ran through me like a lightening bolt every time my fingers found those soft ridges of pleasure. The delight coiled inside me as I thought of the two boys waiting for me in the salon. But still I teased myself, my fingers tracing their slippery way over every single pleasure point on my body and, even now, finding new ones.
Anxious now to see my boys, I finished my shower. Still damp and wonderfully naked, I walked through The House and into the parlour. My boys sat naked and expectant on the blue and white sofa which had borne my nymphic weight so easily and in every contortion in the past; and that sofa would do the same today. Without a word, my clever boys knew what I wanted first. They had lain a burgundy satin throw over the carpet and I lay down in the middle of the silky fabric to give myself over to their caresses.
Cav was powerfully built, like a soldier, with thick, strong legs and wide shoulders. He was fair skinned with long, fair hair and I always liked for him to tie his blond mane back into a ponytail. Marco was more slightly built, but with perfect delicately defined musculature. His fine Mediterranean features and deep olive complexion neatly contrasted Cav’s Nordic form.
The two boys complimented each other nicely. Happily, I saw that Marco’s cock had already begun to thicken even as he had been sitting there waiting for me. He had tried to hide his excitement beneath folded arms, but there was no denying his naughty anticipation once he stood.
I lay on my belly in the middle of the room. The two boys had knelt beside me; covered their hands in warm, delicately scented cream; and already they were working the lotion into my skin. My body felt small and supple in their hands, but they knew they were here for me. Their strong, capable hands found every quivering nerve center. Hands were at my shoulders, on my back, over my buttocks and down my thighs to my calves and ankles, kneading and caressing with every pass. The ballet of hands rode effortlessly over my womanly curves and I moaned softly as their fingers brushed playfully past my pussy. Their hands slid between my buttocks and I twitched with delicious surprise as their fingers found the sensitive ring of my asshole. Marco then drizzled some lubricant in to the cleft of my bottom and I puckered slightly as the warm liquid slid into my crevice. Their fingers soon followed, sliding around and into all of my secret folds and I raised my ass to meet their touch.
My back tingled with warm pleasure and the satin was cool to my skin as I turned onto my back and commanded their touch to my soft anterior. I smiled at my boys as I turned over and they smiled down at me. My skin glowed and my body pulsed with electricity. I enjoyed the tightening of my nipples and my boys saw how those two stiff points capped the bulbs of my breasts. I felt as nude and vulnerable as a young kitten there between them. And their hands, at every stroke, were as soft and sure as a tigress tending her brood. My body rippled under their hands. I closed my eyes, allowing the waves of unbridled pleasure to break through me, banishing all rational thought. Little sighs of delight escaped my throat but I hardly knew I was making them. They sounded like they came from another woman a long ways away. I was conscious only of the pleasure in my body, and not of the noises I made.
Almost as if waking from a dream, only to be plunged back into another, I reached for their fleshy cocks and the boys moved closer to me accordingly. Even as I caressed Cav’s balls, I could feel his cock start to stiffen in my hand. I licked the tip of Cav’s penis before turning to Marco’s growing member and savouring the thickening flesh for the first time that day. The first nibble and I knew I wanted more. I lifted my head and eased backward until the sofa supported my back. At this level I had the boys right where I wanted them and I could feast greedily, gluttonously on their cocks. I took Marco’s glorious penis from my mouth and turned to feast on Cav. His cock had grown plump and hard and I rolled the smooth tip around in my mouth, urging my tongue to explore every ridge. I turned again to give the same treatment to Marco as Cav played with my pussy. Any way I turned, my gaze was met by a thick, stiff penis—each different, each delicious. With my lips, my tongue, my throat I explored the differences in their cocks—one blunt, the other more tapered; one thick, the other leaner. Cav’s palpitated vigorously while Marco’s throbbed evenly. And through it all, I spread wide my legs as Cav’s fingers danced purposefully over my cunt. I took their cocks deeper and deeper into my mouth, gulping hungrily. The boys gazed down at me, making sure I was getting what I came for. In time, I had drawn them so close that one warm, smooth penis rested against my cheek as I devoured the other one. As my sucking became more frenzied, the boys began to pump their hips in the same way they did when we were fucking. I tightened my mouth around whichever cock I found and watched as the boys’ expressions melted in ecstasy.
The lubricant of a moment before had blended with my own honey and my cunt was slippery and tender. Cav slipped an agile finger inside my pussy and the jolt of pleasure that shot through me nearly distracted the attention I gave to Marco’s beautiful prick. In a moment, Marco’s throbbing flesh was back in my mouth and I took him so deep in my throat that my eyes began to water. Caught up in this bacchanal of cock, I took Cav in my mouth again and sucked him fervently as his fingers slipped in and out of my glistening pussy.
With hands and lips, I sloppily devoured Cav’s prick. His cock grew so hard and hot that I had to have him right then. I lowered onto my back and told Cav simply, “I think I want you to give me fuck.”
And to Marco: “You….I’ll suck.”
Cav moved down between my thighs and I opened myself to him. My cunt was so swollen with excitement that Cav could barely fit his manhood into me. Despite how shamelessly slippery we both were, I groaned as I felt the width of his cock-head push me apart. His prick pushed apart my pink inner lips which in turn closed around the ridge of his glans before taking more and more of his shaft until I enveloped his cock from base to tip. Over and again, my pussy dragged over the inches of his length. Every stroke was a celebration and my cunt convulsed around Cav’s girth. He began to fuck me harder in response to my fluttering pussy and my cries of delight. But the look on Cav’s face told me that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. I let him know that it was alright and, with an audible slurp, he withdrew from my juicy pussy. In no time he’d stroked himself to a wonderful orgasm and his milky sperm splattered onto my belly, over my chest, between my breasts, and dribbled into my short pubic hair. Still sucking Marco’s cock, I allowed the warm drops of Cav’s man-milk to settle on my body before rubbing the sticky, slippery fluid into my skin. I smiled at the look of relief on Cav’s face as I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted his salty, sticky sperm.
I allowed Marco to feed me his cock a little while longer before instructing my boys to change places. Like a lascivious queen, I slid down the satin fabric and opened myself to Marco as he moved into position between my legs. If Cav had spread my pussy lips, Marco positively stretched me and the sensation, as always, was shockingly delicious.
As my pussy adjusted to Marco’s shape, he thrust into me deeper and deeper. I braced myself against the apex of Cav’s strong thighs as he coaxed his relaxed member back to life for me. I felt so shamelessly decadent, watching one beautiful man fuck me while another pleasured himself only inches from my face. My hungry pussy galloped around Marco’s prick. Every now and again he would tease me by withdrawing his girth all the way out of my pussy, waiting for an agonizing moment, and then plunging himself back in to the hilt.
Eventually Marco turned to lay on his side and his fat cock twisted inside me. He fucked me relentlessly now as Cav sat above me on the sofa, his cock and balls obscuring my view, dangling just out of reach of my tongue. My cries of delight were already bringing Cav another erection and I helped him along by cradling his balls in my palm.
“It goes deep,” I heard myself sigh to Marco as we fucked.
“Fuck me,” I told him. “That’s gooood……Fuck, that’s good.”
“Fill me,” I told him. “Push me.”
Marco’s expression told me that I was pleasing him as much as he pleased me, while at the other end I pulled and sucked on Cav’s slippery cock.
Taking a cock so deep made me want it deeper. Placing one of the big, fluffy pillows beneath me, I settled down onto my hands and knees. There’s always been something naughty, something animal, about being taken from behind and here in this playland of lust, I celebrated that. Laying a broad, steady hand on my upturned ass, Cav nestled in behind me and teased me with his regenerated cock before sinking into my wet slit. Marco knelt and presented his cock to me as I feasted again on the smooth, hot meat. Cav rocked me into a rhythm and my ass bounced gratifyingly off his pubis as he fucked me long and deep. His cock plunged more deeply to my womb then it ever had. I lost myself in fucking him, bucking hard so my bum bounced powerfully against him. Cav held my ass in his hands and my eyes rolled with rapture. We fucked so hard and so good that I even neglected Marco’s scrumptious cock only millimeters from my lips.
I sat up on my knees and rode Cav relentlessly, feeling his cock pushing up along my back. He pressed his cheek to mine and I could smell his sweet, spicy scent as his hands cupped my firm breasts.
Back on my hands and knees, Marco asked if I could suck his dick. Sometimes I say no just to tease him, but he knows I find him delicious. He lay on his back and, with his beautiful prick straight up in the air. I gave him a blowjob that nearly killed him with pleasure. He grew hard as rock-candy in my mouth and he winced from my prowess.
“Is that pain or pleasure?” I asked him knowingly.
“That’s beautiful,” he sighed.
But still I would not let him cum. I knew I would need more.
I decided to rest my boys. I lay back on the settee, my legs casually spread, a foot resting deliciously on Cav’s bristly thigh where he sat beside me. On his knees, Marco played gently with my insatiable cunt while Cav and I cuddled above. After Marco had massaged my pussy until it was slick and receptive, I told Cav to take his place. With Cav’s fingers inside me, it was another matter. I was trying to deepthroat Marco at the same time, but Cav’s skill with his hands could not be ignored. Marco massaged his own thick cock as Cav’s fingers danced over my most sensitive and erogenous parts. In and out, up and down. Marco’s cock bobbed in front of my eyes. As I threw my head back in ecstasy I found my face nestled in his balls. Cav’s digits reached a vigorous, almost violent pace. But the harder he fucked me with his fingers the more frenzied I became. And when he found that sensitive spot just inside my vagina, he tickled and stroked until I came violently under his hand.
“No more,” I begged him. Please…no more…” as my now tender pussy convulsed with the final throes of orgasm.
As my cunt fluttered to rest, Marco dipped his cock into my mouth and I deepthroated him stickily, just to let him know he was not forgotten. As he withdrew, long, fine streams of saliva kept his flesh connected to my lips.
I could not end the day without using my boys to their full capacity. After some more fun and games, I told them, “I think my ass needs a good fucking…. Now.” I mounted the settee on hands and knees, presenting my backside to my boys. Like a flash, Marco was there, lubricating the tight bud of my asshole with one finger before spreading it with two. Marco prepared me to be filled but Cav entered first, his slightly smaller penis straining those secret muscles only these two had known. Slight pain mingled with a naughty pleasure as Cav entered my ass fully and then began to fuck me harder.
Once my tight bottom had been primed by Cav, I wanted to try Marco’s girth in my most tender tunnel. Marco was so gentle but the girth of his prick was considerable. I had to hold him off, as he slid his thickness into me, while I adjusted to his size. In no time at all, his perfect prick had filled my ass as I stroked my pussy at the same time.
Surprising even me, my pussy was again swollen with lust and I knew I wanted to feel my boys fill me to the core. I lay Cav down on his back and engulfed his rampant cock with my vagina. Accepting my invitation, Marco knelt behind me and sank his plump prick again into my asshole. My eyes widened with the shocking sensation of being so totally full. This is what I’d come for and I savoured every inch, every thrust, everywhere. I reveled in the satiety. Every crevice was satisfied and I felt the boys’ cocks rubbing
Together through the thin membrane between the tunnels of my ass and my cunt. Cav’s strokes beneath were slower while Marco positively pounded my ass. They both gave me everything I’d longed for and I loved it all.
With my bum so tight and Marco’s cock so thick, it was only a matter of time before he could hold out no longer. With a groan he pulled his prick out of my backside and, after a few stokes of his hand, I felt his hot spunk dribble and squirt over the small of my back, over my bum, and into the crevice of my ass where he had just been only a moment before. With his hand he rubbed his sperm into my skin as I continued to ride Cav like the beast he was.
With cum on my back and cum on my mind, I wanted to see Cav’s. I lay on my back, Marco’s stout member slowly deflating in my bottom, as Cav fucked me hard and deep. My legs were lifted off the ground, around him as he chose the pace until at last, for the second time that day, Cav’s marvelous jism covered my breasts and belly all over again. And again I made it part of me, smearing it over myself and tasting the sticky residue on my fingers
Overjoyed with my boys’ performances, we cuddled together naked on the floor. Spent and exhausted, we lay entwined, our bodies glistening with perspiration. I felt like an Empress in her harem as I told my boys I would be back for more of the same very soon.