Posted by *Mina* , Thu Jul 07, 2011 02:22 AM
This scent, he told himself, was the air of an aroused women. He didn’t know which of the women it was; it was not as though he could ask. But he had his suspicions and since the lift ride was short (even though its scent and his accompanying erection created a tension that made the ride seem longer) he tried to relinquish his question and inhale this scent as deeply as he could for as long as he was able. He felt as though his hard-on was visible and even though it only seemed to grow longer and throb harder the more he thought about the musk in the air, Josh didn’t care. Another sixty seconds and he could use a private bathroom to flesh out this fantasy and stroke his own flesh until the throbbing evacuated all over his right hand. But for these few seconds longer he tried to breathe deeply as though to inhale the scent and the delicious, bittersweet taste he knew would accompany it. He wanted in that moment to inhale the woman responsible for this torment; to inhale her so deeply her sex throbbed with his.
His mind reeled, wanting desperately to get to the seventh floor so he could unload his belongings then go to the bathroom and unload the frustration that had been building from months without sex and days with the scent of flesh and sex in the air. But first the lift stopped on the sixth floor and, as usual, people surveyed the chamber trying to reposition themselves to make room for those exiting on this floor. As everyone looked around he moved his briefcase in a pathetic attempt to conceal his erection. He felt the embarrassment men retain from puberty: his cock felt as though it had grown so large that everyone would see something bulging three feet out from his groin and the self consciousness was only exacerbated by the fact that it throbbed so hard he was sure must be wincing while his arousal left a wet patch on his $300 pants. But in the same moment he caught eyes with one of the women leaving on this floor. It was the same woman he thought of when he squeezed into the elevator and he knew she was responsible for the smell that made his flesh throb so. Alex.
That day Josh must have set some kind of record. He did hardly any work and thought only of two things. Firstly, that it had been too long since he’d sex. Oh sure, he’d had the occasional flirting session when he was out drinking with friends, he’d even drunkenly made out with one woman but they hadn’t gone home together. Lucky really, Josh’s memory of the event was framed by a taste that was an off-putting combination of vodka, cranberry and ashtray. But the frustration of imposed celibacy was made all the worse by the fact that the smell of pussy remained in his sinuses and every time he closed his eyes he saw her looking every bit the model employee but flashing him a look that screamed. He must’ve spent two thirds of his Friday in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles, his throbbing cock in his hand and verbs occupying his mind. Throbbing, thrusting, quivering, moaning. He knew only one way to manage the pain coursing through his prick from its violent throbbing; to match the hurt by jerking it so hard that his thoughts, frustration and pain were finally just a mess on his hands.
That night when he thought everyone had left for the weekend he received an email from her passing on her work for the week. He knew he had to act quickly so he wrote a message asking Alex to visit him before she left. As Josh clicked send he crossed his fingers hoping that he wouldn’t back out of the plan his dick had devised in less than two minutes. He walked out of his office and down the hall to see the lift open and reveal the woman he had been fantasising about all day. She was dressed in a way that aroused him with any woman: pants crinkled, blouse slightly open and her hair tousled. This was the look of a woman who started out the day pristine, manicured and comfortable with her position on the corporate ladder but now, now she looked like a real woman was breaking out from underneath. He briefly entertained the notion that the Alex he’d been fantasising about was not comfortable with being this way and the animal was undermining the artifice of the everyday world. The idea occurred to him as he slid by her and into the elevator certain that he had reconnected with her scent as it emanated from the two open buttons. Alex smiled a happy smile at him and he calmly acknowledged being interested in her: “Great, let's go, I want to shout you a drink.”
As the lift began its descent Josh was acutely aware this was the first time they had been alone together in the three months since they first met and he wondered whether he was simply delirious from having had his brain constantly lacking blood (after all, if an erection lasts all day there is a price to be paid). Perhaps he was mad but he could have sworn there was an electricity in the lift and he wondered if Alex felt it too. He hoped she could feel it because when she started small talk about work, “so Josh you received my email Ok ”, he responded by cutting her off and saying only “not now, I don't know about you but I keep imagining there is something about you that I need to work on...something other than work, something that is politically incorrect and very, very naughty.” He leaned forward to make his move and was surprised when he kissed her hard enough to push her to the back of the lift. He knew then that he wasn’t mad. Her tongue met his and each explored the other’s mouth with a freneticism that told Josh that Alex’s smile wasn’t happy or friendly. It had had a wantonness that was desperate for him to instigate a game they both hungered for. As they kissed the doors opened, paused for all of two seconds and then closed again while the lift sat stationary. In a heartbeat Josh realised what he wanted: fuck the pub and fuck the drink, he would have her now or his head would explode. He fumbled at the elevator wall without removing his lips from hers and managed eventually to connect with the button for level seven and they began their ascent.
As soon as the lift doors opened Josh disentangled his tongue from Alex’s mouth, took her hand and rushed to his office. As they ran through the now deserted floor they both knew what was about to happen but Josh couldn’t help but worry. He had spent sizable portions of the day behind his desk imagining Alex facing him as she was bent over the front of the desk. He had wanted to take her from behind and pound her until one of them passed out. And, indeed, as he had sat at his desk he had tried to imagine her wincing expression. What face would Alex make when he bent her over his desk and fucked her until his member was red and sore? Now that seemed like heresy. As they’d made out in the elevator Josh had wasted no time rubbing her breasts like a horny schoolboy. As he thought about Alex’s exposed cleavage and its accompanying smell, the fullness of the breasts he’d been groping and the softness of her mouth he couldn’t imagine doing it with her without being able to see her face. Some fast fuck over the desk was out, she had to be on top of him, at least for a while. He hoped the small couch would suffice. ...
As they rushed into office, Josh was concerned he might turn her off. He was her boss after all and their company was cracking down on sexual misconduct after a recent lawsuit. As the thoughts ran through his head he fumbled at Alex’s breasts. He loved them, they were big and soft and pliant and he rubbed her hardening nipples. As he thought about how nice they felt through her blouse Josh fantasised about unleashing them but his distraction was broken when Alex flinched at his increasingly rough groping. For a second he felt like a fumbly teenager pawing at his girlfriend and he felt acutely aware of their age difference. He nuzzled her neck and made a concerted effort to be more gentle with her breasts, he’d fantasised about her so much these last few weeks that he wanted not only tonight but more. He’d bend over backwards (or forwards – if she asked) if Alex stayed on as a fuck buddy. As for work and political correctness, fuck it, he’d lie to anyone who asked about the mess they were about to make. He just hoped she was as into this as he was. But then it didn’t seem likely she’d leave; they’d reached his office and as he turned on the lights she made eyes at his crotch.
Josh moved to the desk and slouched against the corner. He looked her over, drinking her curves through his eyes and stroking himself as he did so. Being Friday night, he’d changed into his jeans before he went looking for Alex and he was glad he did, the denim was too thick for him to be able to really hold his prick so he could only rub at his crotch and what the rubbing lacked in focus it made up for with a pressure that increased as blood filled his member. His eyes had made their way to Alex’s face and he realised she’d been watching his hand rub at his pants. When their eyes finally met it was a tense moment ... who would be the aggressor? Josh prayed it would be her so their encounter would be begun with he a little more passive than she. It was as though she could read his mind because she walked over and, without breaking eye contact, brushed his hand aside and cupped him through his jeans. She held his gaze as she lifted him off the desk and undid his pants. For an instant Josh knew nothing else save for the relieved throb as his cock broke free of its prison.
Within a heartbeat he realised what had happened ... Alex had taken the lead and his pants were at his ankles. In one movement she flashed a grin that made Josh think it was now the devil (or at least one his fornicating minions) that kissed him with an aggression that outweighed the prelude in the elevator. The force of it pushed him back onto his desk. Without warning she separated her lips from his and squatted down. He didn’t dare look. He felt her exhale as she moved her face down towards his balls. As she inhaled Josh felt her tongue slide the length of his cock, from base to tip with a tiny upstroke as she flicked the eye. Josh held his breath. In that moment he felt her saliva glisten on his prick, he felt her breathing (was she breathing him in the way he breathed her in on the elevator?) and he knew that he would do anything to relieve the tension. As she’d already done, Alex broke the tension but this time instead of stroking him Josh felt his cock disappear into Alex’s mouth. In reality it had only been a couple of minutes since they’d entered his office. Neither of them had spoken since the elevator reached the ground and began its climb back up to the seventh floor and now he was surprised to feel her lips at the very base of his cock as its head pressed into her throat. Maybe it was the dry spell speaking or maybe Alex really was the devil; either way she didn’t tire of his cock and Josh was on the verge of passing out from the experience. Although, after a few minutes he had to stop her. He put his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her hair, pausing for a second to take in its softness and then he spoke:
“I ... if you don’t stop ... I want to taste you and to fuck you ... if you don’t stop I’ll cum now.”
Alex was disappointed. She slid her lips off him with a comical slurping sound and looked up at him despondently, as though she was a child and her favourite toy had just been taken away. Josh felt guilty. Guilty and stupid. He’d fantasised about her for days and now that she was on her knees holding him he wanted her to stop? She might look like a child but she had a wanton, mischievous gleam in her eye that no child would could muster. In his fantasies Alex willingly gave herself to him but she was no slut ... Josh had imagined her this way, wanton but dominant, and now that they were here he wanted her to stop even though she was clearly enjoying sucking his cock as much as enjoyed having it sucked. Josh felt stupid. Guilty and stupid.
Alex licked her lips and answered, “thanks for letting me know, I bet that would taste nice but I have other uses for you. if we’re gonna hold you off, whatever shall we do?”
Josh saw a chance to get what he’d been fantasising about and he gently tugged her hair as his way of telling her to stand. Alex rose and took a step back, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so. Her top fell open, hanging limping from her arms and Josh ogled her tits for a second before he reached out to them. The 14 year old boy was back except now he was fumbling with the clip on her bra. He heard her snort gently ... she was amused by his feeble attempts to free his quarry. He paused on the realisation; if she was amused she might see glimpses of the boy that lived in him. The thought turned him on even more (it caused him to throb especially hard for two heartbeats but his prick just hurt; his arousal was in a holding pattern for the moment). He won his battle with the clasp and he lifted her bra to expose her breasts. Josh stepped back and stared; they were impressively sized and her nipples betrayed her arousal. Alex might be amused by the young man but her amusement was surpassed by the tiny erections on her tits.
Josh took a moment to appreciate them, first he reached forward and cupped her left with his right hand. Its weight sat in his palm as he rubbed her nipple gently with his thumb. He leaned forward to realise his fantasy; as he continued stroking one breast he opened his mouthed for other. At first he just gently flicked her nipple with his tongue then took it in his mouth and sucked gently, trying to keep pace with Alex’s gentle moaning. Without taking his mouth off her breast Josh let go of her left tit and moved his hand down her body, gently caressing her stomach as he made for her skirt. He wasn’t so brazen as to just rip it off but as he slid his hand down towards her hemline he paused at her crotch and enjoyed the humidity rising from her sex. The features of his face might be busy – his mouth obsessing over her glorious nipples – but all he could think about was getting his tongue as deeply into her as it would go and lapping at the juices that must be filling her cunt. As his right hand reached the hem of her skirt Alex grabbed his hand and again forced her will upon him by guiding his hand inside. He was stunned as he stroked her through the thin lace, he had expected her to be wet but she was positively soaking. As his brain registered the message from his hand that it was significantly hotter under her skirt than it had been outside he knew he had to taste her.
He separated his mouth from her breast and kissed his way down her body. As his tongue traced south from her naval his hands removed her skirt; fortunately it only had a zipper on the back and once it was undone gravity helped him by taking it to the floor. He didn’t dare touch her panties yet. His mouth was millimetres from her pubic mound and he could taste her scent on the air. Her heat and her smell escaped through her underpants and he wanted this moment to last. He bathed in the tainted air and knew it had been Alex causing the wet spot in his pants on the elevator. Alex began peeling off her own panties and Josh relented to the wishes of her hands by taking over. With her panties gone Josh gently slid one finger between her outer lips. She was so wet Josh met no resistance so he upped the ante by rimming her opening with his finger. He was careful to just tease her but she thrust her hips out as if to steal his finger. He responded by separating her lips with a little more force, rubbing the flesh above her vagina before finally slipping his finger in and stimulated her until he realised the rapid rise in her desire. Without removing the finger he raised the other hand to her midriff and pushed her backwards to the couch a few feet away.
As Alex fell back onto the couch Josh removed his finger and stood up. He sucked her juice off his digit, savouring the taste as a prelude of what was to come. And in a second he was knelt over her, his right foot on the ground and his left knee on the edge of the sofa giving him perfect access to the treasure between her legs. They were in a head to toe position so Josh could rest his chin on her pubic mound as he stretched his tongue and licked from her clit to her opening and drank the bittersweet fluid dripping from her. He repeated the action, each time paying increased attention to her clit before he licked her deliciously tender flesh. He paused for a moment, licking at her opening, desperately trying to get his tongue inside her so he could feel her pussy’s flesh against his tongue. The strain was uncomfortable so he relented and traced his tongue the inch back up to her clit. As he licked it he felt it get harder. Alex responded by absent mindedly reaching between his legs and stroking his cock in time. Once her clit became rock hard Josh used his lips to form a seal around it and began gently sucking. He couldn’t suck the clit itself but the vacuum created by his lips let him suck at the flesh around her clit. Alex clearly liked it because she tugged at his member with an increasing ferocity. She wasn’t wanking him for his pleasure, it was surely a compulsive action from a body trying to externalize some of its own rhythms.
Josh liked the idea that Alex’s aggressive jerking had nothing to do with his pleasure ... he took it as a sign that they’d reached a kind of unity in their movements so he returned the favour by sucking harder at her clit and shifting his weight onto one hand so he was free to finger her at the same time. A minute passed as they worked at each other until eventually Josh got the sign he’d been waiting for ... in single movement he felt Alex’s hips rise to grind at his face and her free hand push at his head. He was trapped and he couldn’t be happier. As he sucked her, as he slid a second finger into her, her legs closed up tight, her back arced and her hand forced his face in harder. With the exception of his tongue and the fingers at work on her saturated hole Josh couldn’t move at all. All the while Alex’s jerking became more ferocious and was beginning to hurt. Not only was this a good sign, Josh had always been a fan of violent wanking so he enjoyed the experience immensely. He kept licking and fingering and Alex’s back arced ever more acutely. She had begun to moan pathetically, as though she were simultaneously enjoying and suffering the experience. It only took a few seconds more but Josh felt for a second that Alex would rip his cock clean off but instead she swore loudly as the pressure on Josh’s head reached its climax. Then, in an instant, her back fell and she moaned obscenities as she pushed Josh’s face away from her nethers.
Josh waited for a moment as Alex’s trembling subsided. He was a little embarrassed when she opened her eyes and caught him sucking the juice off his fingers. She spoke in bullet points and obscenities:
“fuck .... I want some more but .... fuck .... I want you in me but I need .... I need a minute .... fuck that was good”
Josh was proud, it’d been a while but he loved eating pussy and was glad he could still do a good job of it. He was happy to sit on the edge of couch as Alex recovered. He played the scene over in his mind as he stroked distractedly at his cock, it still hurt from Alex’s punishment but he didn’t mind, he just had to be careful as it rose and fell with his frantic heartbeat. It only took a minute for him to feel the weight shift on the couch, he looked down and saw Alex’s hand reaching out to take hold of him. She had sat up and, having caught her breath, whispered into his ear from behind:
“that was fantastic, I haven’t cum like that in a long time. now, what do you want?”
Josh smiled as he watched her stroking him, “I want you.”
“Not yet, I’m still shivering down there. But soon.”
Alex responded by nuzzling his neck and nibbling at his ear. As usual, a warm breath across his ear made his prick sit bolt upright and Alex just stroked his length. A minute earlier she had threatened to rip it off but now she was gentle with it. She squeezed at the base and coaxed Josh’s fluid out and used it as a lubricant to gently caress the head and eye of his member. Clearly unable to contain her enthusiasm Alex got up off the couch and pushed Josh’s chest so he laid down. She went back to stroking him until Josh closed his eyes. He felt he hands move up his body until they were both on his chest. Alex began to massage his chest and Josh zoned out until he felt her weight return to the couch. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Alex kneeling over him. As soon as their eyes met Alex smiled and sat on his dick. Josh was ecstatic, she felt better than he’d expected, and the muscles inside her gripped his prick. Alex leaned forward, with her hands on Josh’s chest she knew he could take her weight. As Josh accepted her weight and she leant forward, Alex was free to slide up and down his member. She did it for a few minutes periodically stopping on his waist to grind herself against him while he filled her with his throbbing tool. Josh enjoyed watching as she did this; there was nothing so gratifying as watching a sexy woman lost in her own world using his cock for her own pleasure with no regard for him.
To make it even better, Alex was a larger woman than Josh was used to but not only had her increased size provided the breasts he enjoyed earlier, the size of her hips and thighs cushioned her movements against his. Her couldn’t feel bone, just the joy of supple flesh grinding against his and when he looked down at their crotches Josh only saw himself being repeatedly devoured by Alex’s delicious curves. The sight was matched by the ecstasy of her interior length squeezing against his shaft. The only response he could summon was to twist under the weight Alex had rested on his chest and meet the fall of her hips by thrusting himself into her. Alex was only too happy to play this game and they soon found a pace whereby they separated in unison and thrust at each other in time. They kept at each other for a good five minutes before Alex dropped all her weight onto his cock and pinned him down. When Josh looked up at her she smirked and asked:
“I was thinking .... you know how I sound when I lose it .... what would work for you now?”
“well, my favourite position is, um, I just want to fuck you hard, I want you to bend over for me.”
Alex smirked again and lifted herself off him, “well, you’ll have to move.”
Josh almost fell off the couch when he spun around to stand. Alex turned and walked to the desk, reached her hands out, bent over and giggled as she wiggled her arse in Josh’s direction. Josh walked over to her and put his left hand on her hip and reached his right between her legs and stroked her pussy. He slid a finger in and wiggled it for a second or two so he could savour her taste one last time. Then he put his right hand on her hip and slid his prick into her as deeply as it would go. He paused for a heartbeat then forced his crotch as hard he could against Alex’s arse and delighted in her tiny whimper as he penetrated her deeper than he had when she was on top of him. He paused again inside her and withdrew until his cock rested between her opening and outer lips and then began to slowly thrust. It only took a few seconds for him to find his rhythm and he proceeded to pound her as hard as he could without losing his balance. At one point she reached underneath herself trying to stroke his balls but with only hand left on the desk the force of his thrusting meant Alex lost her balance and Josh had to stop. To his delight, once she’d righted herself, Alex became entirely passive and shook under the force of Josh’s pounding. For the first time in the half hour since Alex opened Josh’s fly he forgot about her. She was now just two things: an accommodating pussy and a pair of delicious hips to support himself. His thrusting increased in intensity and he knew the final moment was close. His balls had contracted against his body, his cock was trembling as it slid in and out of Alex and he was having a hard time keeping himself steady as he pounded. But he couldn’t stop now.
His thrusting became more ferocious and he was sure he could hear Alex whimper as he selfishly abused her pussy. As he continued, his throbbing was almost unbearable, the muscle contraction that had tightened his balls moved through him and he felt the pressure start to build in his shaft. It was so intense he couldn’t bear to sustain the rhythm, he was now coping with the tightness in his cock by sliding out of Alex and then slamming back into her. There was no consistent metre but the cycle from sliding out, slamming in and sliding back out became progressively tighter and Alex moaned in time. Ten, fifteen minutes ago Josh would’ve asked if she was alright, her whimpering was pathetic but right now he just didn’t care. All that mattered was one last thrust; Josh forced himself into her with all the force he could muster and spewed a load of semen into her body. Reflexively Josh slid back out, took a breath and forced himself back in albeit with a little less force (he was losing strength) and emptied the last of his load into her only to feel it overflow and run back over his thigh. He paused for a moment and leaned against her hips, he was too weak to withdraw yet. He’d emptied so much of himself into this woman that all he could do was lean against her while he caught his breath and his penis settled down.
After a few moments of resting Josh heard moans and remembered that a woman was connected to the hips he was leaning against. He removed his now flaccid cock, reaching down to catch the mixed juices that flowed from Alex as their genitals separated. He gently sat on the floor then stretched out, exhausted. It took a second but Alex sat beside him and affectionately rubbed his chest. When she smiled Josh spoke up:
“I forgot about you for a bit there, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it was nice.”
“It was okay for you?”
“Okay? I haven’t been fucked like that for a long time. I’d forgotten how much fun it is to be roughed up a bit.”
Josh breathed a sigh of relief, “I’m glad. You came earlier, I was just grateful you put up with me while I got mine out.”
She laughed, “Thing is, I was enjoying how rough you were until you came. The first of it gave me another orgasm. I swear my bits will be trembling for days.”
Josh looked at her and smiled. Alex respond by moving her hand from his chest and gently playing with his (now incredibly sticky) cock and balls. The distracted affection of her gesture meant Josh would get his wish ... as long as they didn’t say anything to anyone this was a good start to a damn good friendship with benefits.
Without taking her eyes off her new favourite toy, Alex asked Josh a question, “so, you still want to go for that drink?”
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