Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 3

Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 3

SUZIE’S MALTESE BARTER: PART 3 SUZIE GETS THE LESSON SHE REALLY NEEDS. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter.jpg] Suzie's mind whipped back to every time she had asked Arthur which of his previous travel companions had been the best at sucking his cock. She assumed his hesitation to answer was just modesty, but now she realized it was because the answer would have shocked her. "What's going on here, Arthur, what do you expect?" "Tonight is a demonstration. Watch. Learn. And then tomorrow; show us what you've learned." Suzie was still befuddled, and turned to Julia. "And you're; okay with this?" "I'll admit I was a little taken aback by the offer; especially when he told me who his companion was this year; but when Arthur told me about everything that was going on, I couldn't turn down the chance to help you. I care about you, and I want you to be confident, and if I can help, then; it's not a bad reason to take a quick trip to the Mediterranean," she chuckled. "And to answer your question, I'm okay with it; if you're ok with it." Julia's hand touched Suzie's arm. She was still a bit shocked, but the touch of her friend's skin helped warm her up. Suzie always thought Miss Dorman was so cute, but now, here, she was flat out gorgeous. Sexy. and apparently the best, the best of Arthur's cocksuckers. Mousey. Miss Dorman. The Best. Suzie was curious to be sure, and then, standing there, taking it all in, she realized she was also getting turned on. These were two gorgeous people, and she wanted to see it. Wanted to see them together. "Yeah; I'm okay with it." "Sit down and relax," Arthur said, moving over to take Julia's hand, "and if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we'll stop. Ok?" "Yes," Suzie said, a tingle of excitement coursing through her as she sat down on the couch. She took a deep breath. She wasn't sure if she'd ever release it. Suzie watched. Arthur held out his other hand. Julia took it. He pulled her close. Their lips met, gently at first, but with more passion as he pulled her tight to him. His hands worked their way over the curves of her body. Lips gave way to tongues, lashing, massaging, penetrating. With a gasp, Julia dropped her head back, exposing her long neck. Arthur's lips dove onto it and he began feverishly kissing and nibbling the smooth skin. Julia's hands moved to the front of Arthur's pants, rubbing. Grasping. Her eyes closed, her lips curled into a lusty smile. Suzie felt a strong tingle in her pussy. She couldn't' take her eyes off Miss Dorman, Julia, her high school teacher, her friend, presented to her for the first time in a wholly new light. Julia’s head lolled back, mouth open as Arthur kissed her neck. Arthur had never kissed Suzie like that. Would he? Did she want him to? Then Julia suddenly pulled away from Arthur, in a show of confidence and control that caught Suzie by surprise. Julia looked in his eyes for a lustful moment, and then with a naughty smile pulling at her lips, she slowly glided down the front of Arthur's body, touching down on her knees in front of him. Her hands wasted no time. Her fingers dropped the zipper of his slacks, reached inside, and returned full with the already-hard shaft of his cock, freeing it into the warm night air. Arthur sighed. Julia held him in both her hands, his strong cock, his full balls, and looked them over with longing. "I've missed this," she said with a sigh and a smile. Looking up at him from beneath his straining cock, Miss Dorman opened her mouth and placed her tongue against the underside of his thick, flared tip. She held it there still, looking up at Arthur. Gazes locked on each other; hard, desperate cock placed ever so gently on the precipice of Julia's mouth; Suzie stared hard at her teacher, her Two teachers, and took in what was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. The heat between them was incredible, and nothing had even happened yet! Then, almost imperceptibly at first, Julia began to slide her head forward, then back, then forward further, mouth open, sliding her tongue along the underside of Arthur's cock. Her eyes never left his as more and more of his thick shaft disappeared into her wide open mouth. Saliva (or was it precum?), dripped off the tip of Julia's tongue, languidly descending to the floor between them. Suzie's hand drifted unconsciously over the top of her own thighs, fingers gently touching the crease where they pressed together. She had worn a skirt to dinner, and it wouldn't take much for her to reach her pussy. With one final open-mouthed glide, Suzie watched the entire length of Arthur's cock disappear into Julia's mouth. Only then did they break their stare. Julia's hands went to his sides. She held him deep, her nose pressed against his pubic bone, eyes shut. Arthur gasped. Suzie's mouth went slack, she had him in her throat. She knew how big Arthur's cock was, and so she knew that Miss Dorman had taken him all the way into her throat. Holy shit. Julia held him there, deep in her throat, a moment longer, and then finally closed her mouth around him as she slowly dragged her lips up his wet length and off his glistening tip. All three of them seemed to finally take a breath at the same time in relief. Arthur was panting. Suzie was sweating. Julia smiled, wiped the corner of her mouth and then got to her feet. Kissing him again, she slowly pushed him backward until his legs hit the nearby lounge chair. Making quick work of his pants, she gently pushed him to sit. Suzie shifted toward the other end of the couch to get a closer look. Julia slowly unfastened the top of her dress. Her hands guided the fabric down and off her lithe body, revealing a matching set of enticing, lace lingerie, a perfectly fitting black bra, barely there panties, and garters the ran down to meet her stockings mid-thigh. Fuck, who knew Miss Dorman had such a hot body? She paused for a teasing moment to let him take in the arousing visual, and then a quick snap and a shimmy dropped the bra from her chest, revealing her naked, supple tits to her lover. Her nipples were hard as ice. Once again a naughty smile, and once again Miss Dorman lowered to her knees between Arthur's legs. Her hands rested on his thighs, rubbing, massaging, as she looked down again at his proud, delicious manhood. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Suzie, balled up tightly on the couch, craning to see the details. "It's okay, Suzie, you can get as close as you want." She patted the plush rug beside her and gave Suzie a comforting smile. "You're here to learn, aren't you?" Then, turning back to her prize, Julia gripped it by the root, and dipped her head down to take Arthur into her mouth once more. Suzie didn't remember getting up, but all of a sudden she found herself on the rug, next to her high school teacher, watching her perform a world class act of fellatio. Miss Dorman started with just her mouth. She'd lick, suckle, kiss, sometimes take his full length into her mouth, sometimes just the tip, sometimes not at all. As she found her rhythm, her hands joined the party, sometimes stroking, sometimes just tickling, sometimes just holding him in place. It was all driving Arthur wild. It was starting to drive Suzie wild too. She was watching, learning, taking it all in, it was true, but she couldn't stop her hand from drifting toward her buzzing pussy. Subtly, as discreetly as she could manage, she tried to touch herself, to give herself some kind of relief. Her fingers grazed her clit. Her eyes closed at the bolt of pleasure. "Ah ah," she suddenly heard, her eyes popping back open. Julia was looking at her, Arthur's cock resting on her glistening lips. "As I said, you're here to learn. You need to focus. There'll be time for that later." Suzie quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy. For a moment it was like she was back in class, getting caught by the teacher. Julia looked up at Arthur, who gave her a "you're evil" smirk, and once again engulfed his cock into her mouth. Suzie watched her teacher, her friend, pleasure this man, and studied her every move, her every technique. But as she watched her take him deep, watched him use just her tongue, watched her push him up between her hard-nippled tits, it wasn't the technique or the moves themselves that were standing out to her, it was the intention. Suzie had watched plenty of blow job porn, but that wasn't what Julia was doing. She wasn't showing off, she was displaying something totally different, something that made Suzie's pussy gush harder than any video she ever watched. It was something Suzie realized was missing from her own experiences, her own handjobs, her own blowjobs, her own sex. "Fuck, Julia; Fuck;” Arthur gasped. Miss Dorman had one hand firmly massaging and pulling at his balls while her mouth took him all the way in and all the way out, all very deliberately. His body began to shake, and Suzie knew, this was the end game. Arthur's chest began to heave. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. Julia continued her deliberate sucking, her milking. He was losing control, but he never took his eyes off her, and she never took her eyes off him, not until that final moment, that final snapping of the spring where he gasped, held his breath, and then threw his head back with a loud, explosive exhale. He was cumming. And Suzie could see it. Miss Dorman's mouth never left his cock, making sure it wasn't the cum itself she saw, but Suzie was close enough to see his thick shaft throb and spasm, pulsing his load deep into her teacher's mouth. Suzie heard a low, sexy affirmation of "Umm hmm. Umm hmm" coming from Julia's filling mouth with each pump and spasm. She watched Julia adjust, and her neck pulse once, then again, then a third time, she was effortlessly swallowing all of Arthur's cum. Suzie watched in stunned silence, hornier than she'd ever been in her life, while Miss Dorman slowed her sucking, gently and lovingly bringing Arthur back to earth. "Goddamn, Jules," Arthur exhaled, running his hands through his hair, "Come here." It was a strikingly sexy command. Miss Dorman crawled up his body, him sitting up to meet her. Their lips collided and they kissed, deeply. Suzie wasn't sure why, maybe it was just her heightened arousal at the moment, but the thought of Arthur kissing Miss Dorman deeply with tongue right after he filled her mouth with semen sent a buzz through her body. Breaking the kiss, Julia stood up, affixing her bra to cover her tits. She turned toward Suzie. "We'll go over what you learned tomorrow." turning back toward Arthur she shifted her weight, kicked her hip out slightly, and gestured toward the master bedroom. "But you've got a lot of make-up work in front of you, Mr. Eckhart." A knowing smirk, and her heels clacked confidently toward the darkened room. Suzie watched her teacher sashay toward the darkened room. Damn, Miss Dorman is fucking Hot, she thought. "Was that ok for you?" Arthur asked, fixing his pants as he stood up. "Yes, it was amazing, she's; amazing, I just; I'm very;” "I know. I don't blame you," he said with a slight chuckle. "I'll leave you to; go over your notes," he said with another smile. "Goodnight, Suzie; I'll see you in class tomorrow." And with that he made his way off to join Miss Dorman in the master bedroom. Suzie was alone now, still on her knees on the rug. Nothing but the warm night air, the sound of the water outside, her throbbing, buzzing body and soaked pussy. Frantically she grabbed one of the nearby couch cushions and thrust it between her legs, mounting it roughly. Normally she wasn't a pillow-fucker, but this wasn't a normal level of horny she was feeling. She rocked her hips hard against it, desperately looking for release, the images of what she just witnessed swirling in her head like a hurricane. Her clit found the smooth bumps of the pillow's braided edge and she almost screamed. Gripping her legs tight, working her clit over the ridges of the pillow and picturing her cute former high school teacher with a big cock in her mouth, picturing her swallowing all that cum; cum Suzie herself had swallowed too, it only took a moment before she exploded. She couldn't keep it to herself, and she cried out in pleasure, body wracked head to toe by electric, orgasmic energy. Miss Dorman. The best. Goddamn. Who knew? She collapsed over onto the rug, a gasping crumple of post-orgasmic flesh. She laid on her back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how she ever got there, how she ended up getting a crash course in the art of sex in a gorgeous Mediterranean resort from a guy she hardly knew and her former high school teacher. As Suzie relaxed in her afterglow, she took in the sounds of the night. The rush of the warm air, the lapping waves; and then another sound, muffled moans. Cries. Exclamations of pleasure. She sat up at first, straining her ear to hear them, then slowly rose to her feet and followed them towards their origin, the door of the master bedroom. The door that wasn't completely closed. She paused for a moment, taking in the languid coos and cries now at full volume in her ears. It was Miss Dorman. The cries were growing louder, more erratic. Another buzz ran through Suzie's body. She carefully, quietly, nudged the door open. The large bed came into slightly obstructed view, she dared not open the door all the way, but enough to make out the nude, writhing body of her teacher, with Arthur's face buried deep between her legs. Suzie tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. All the moisture in her body was rapidly moving elsewhere. Julia's legs curled upward. Arthur gripped one shining thigh in his strong hand, the other lost with his tongue between them. Her back arched, sending her hard nipples to the sky, a deep breath inward. Holding it, savoring it. And then all at once a release; of breath, of body, of wild, orgasmic sound. Julia thrashed on the bed, pleasure blasting through her entire being. Then, as she began to come down, but well before she had calmed, Arthur rose up from between her rolling legs, now kneeling between them like the image of a bronze statue. He was nude, and Suzie followed his muscles down to the upward swoop of a strong, renewed erection reaching for his lover. All Julia had to do through her lingering gasps was nod, and with a smooth, practiced motion, Arthur shifted his thick cock toward her rising hips. Another loud wail of pleasure jumped from Julia's chest as he slid himself inside her, tip to hilt, in one singular push. Julia smiled a lusty, dreamy smile as Arthur began to thrust into her, moans of joy and pressure accenting each inward penetration. Suzie trembled at each strained exclamation, she knew how big he was. She'd never had a cock that big inside her. She was impressed by how easily Julia took him. Wondered about how wet she must be. The two pitched and rolled together, their bodies pulsing and heaving together in erotic bliss, and suddenly something came over Suzie. She all at once felt like she was intruding, and wanted to give them their privacy. She also was incredibly horny again, and needed to take care of herself. Back in her room she did just that, slipping her fingers in and out of her newly wet pussy, over her slickened clit. She drove herself to another roiling orgasm, thinking about Arthur cumming in her teacher's mouth, stretching her tight pussy with his thick cock, and about Julia, Miss Dorman, pleasuring that cock with her mouth and body, herself cumming on Arthur's tongue before taking him deep inside her. Suzie wondered what she'd look like when she came again. She wondered if Arthur would cum inside her. What position they'd be in when he did. When her legs stopped trembling and her pussy calmed from a raucous throb to a low, spent ebb, Suzie began to drift off to sleep, Miss Dorman and Arthur's final words to her taking up all the residence now. "We'll go over what you learned tomorrow," she had said. "I'll see you in class tomorrow," he had said. Suzie didn't know exactly what tomorrow's "class" would bring, but she knew after what she'd witnessed tonight, she couldn't wait to find out. The next morning, Suzie awoke, the warm Mediterranean morning sun on her face, and wondered if everything that happened the previous night had just been a dream. Not just any dream, but an incredibly hot, incredibly erotic dream where she watched her former high school teacher and friend Miss Dorman take Arthur's cock into her mouth, sucking and loving him in a passionate display of erotic expertise, until he shuddered, shook, and exploded down her throat. Suzie remembered the throbbing and pulsing of Arthur's shaft giving Miss Dorman his cum, and of Miss Dorman's throat effortlessly accepting it. She remembered sneaking over to Arthur's room and watching Miss Dorman cry out in orgasm from his tongue before he slipped into her with his newly-hard cock. She remembered the two quaking orgasms she pulled from herself after viewing these things. It was all such a blur, it had to have been a dream. A very realistic, very intense dream. There was no way Miss Dorman was actually there with them in Italy, and definitely no way she did those things Suzie remembered. She threw a robe over her naked body in a groggy haze, she had taken to sleeping naked while there as the night air was just so lovely on her skin, and padded out to the main room of the suite. Rubbing her eyes she came to a stop as the nook by the balcony came into view; knees up on a chair, reading an i-pad was Julia, Miss Dorman, sipping an espresso. Gone was the glamorous sex goddess of the night before, this was the Julia Suzie remembered, glasses, hair up in a messy bun, big sweater over her body. Suzie remembered that body. It was amazing. "Good morning," Julia said, turning to Suzie with a smile. Suzie stood there frozen, quickly blushing as she realized everything she remembered wasn't a dream. There was an awkward moment, and then thankfully Julia broke the tension. "Hey, go get dressed. Let's get breakfast, we have a lot to talk about." "I'm sure you have a lot of questions," Julia said, sipping a fresh espresso. The two sat at a small table on one of the amazing verandas of the resort, overlooking the mountains and the clear, blue water. "But I have to know, are you ok; with what happened last night?" Suzie picked at a plate of fruit she hadn't quite begun to eat yet. She had other things on her mind. "Yeah, I am; and yeah, I do." "Fire away." Suzie had a million things she wanted to ask, but one thing stood out at that moment. "Did you know you were; the best?" Julia paused, and now it was her turn to blush. She hadn't been expecting something so direct. "That's what you want to know?" She chuckled, adjusting her glasses, trying to hide her nervous embarrassment, "you don't want to know, say, why I did what I did?" "No," Suzie said back, confidently, "I know why you did it." "Why?" "Because you're in love with Arthur." Julia almost choked on her espresso. She coughed, settled herself and tried to brush off the indictment. "What makes you say that?" "Because you wouldn't fly halfway around the world just to suck some random guy's dick," Suzie said with a chuckle. Julia's eyebrows raised at the implication. "You did, didn't you?" "No, that's different." "How?" "For me the sex is secondary. I'm here for the trip, the experience, blow jobs are the price of admission." "I did that too, remember?" "Yes, but that was the first time. This time you're not here for the trip, this time you're here for the sex, specifically sex with Arthur. You don't come all this way for that if the person isn't special." "I came here to help you, remember?" Julia said, deflecting slightly, changing the tack of her argument. "Oh come On, Miss Dorman," Suzie said with an indignant laugh, "you did Not come all this way Just so you could show me how to give a blow job!" Julia and Suzie both suddenly

Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 2

SUZIE’S MALTESE BARTER: PART 2 SUZIE MEETS NEW FRIENDS, AND HAS A BIG CHOICE TO MAKE. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter.jpg] After numerous rounds of volleyball, the group retired, exhausted, to one of the beachside gazebos to relax with some drinks. Monica watched as Suzie finished hers, and then asked if she'd go with her to get more. Suzie of course accepted immediately. "Hey would you mind if we hung back here for a bit?" Monica said as they picked up their new drinks. "Sure thing, Suzie said, trying to hide her excitement. "I love those guys, but, I need a break." Monica exhaled as the two sat down at a nearby table. "Liv wasn't kidding. It's very easy to feel like the fifth wheel." Suzie melted at her accented English, and the smirk that preceded it. "How do you know them?" "University. We all met freshman year and have been friends for the last three years." "That's great." Suzie's expression dropped slightly. "I didn't make any friends like that freshman year. Maybe next year." "That's crazy! You're amazing; and very easy to love!" Suzie perked up at her choice of phrase. "This is quite a trip for college kids," Suzie offered, changing the subject "Sherri's parents are loaded. This is her graduation present." "I see." "What about you, are you here with someone?" Her choice of words again interesting. "I'm not here with anyone, I mean, I'm not here alone, but;” Suzie stammered nervously "Family?" "No," "Friends?" "Not really," "A lover?" Those words flowed with French syrup and a cocked eyebrow. "Definitely not," Suzie overcorrected, trying not to blush. She searched for the right description. "I'm here with, a business partner." "I see," Monica dripped once again. There was a short pause "Hey," Suzie blurted finally, "do you want to go shopping?" Monica smiled. The two finished their drinks, and then set off together to explore the shops in the surrounding area. They laughed and had great fun. Placing Arthur's card down for hats, sunglasses, and various other trinkets flew directly in the face of what she had decided earlier in the day, but she didn't care. She just wanted to spend as much time with Monica as she could. But as the day grew long, and Suzie checked her watch, she knew that their time had to come to an end. "What are your plans for dinner?" Monica asked as they headed back towards where her friends were. "I'm meeting my, business partner, unfortunately. In fact, I have to go get ready." "I am sorry to hear that, Suzie." Monica said, her expression turning to a slight pout. She pulled Suzie in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek that made Suzie blush. "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?" "I hope so," Suzie said indecisively, smiled, and left the raven haired beauty begrudgingly. Back in her room, Suzie stepped under the warm spray of the shower and began running through the events of the day as she soaped up her naked, sun-soaked body. Monica and her friends seemed very cool, and she was thrilled to have met some people around her age. Fun people. Hot people. She couldn't get the sight of Liv flashing her small perfect tits out of her mind. That girl had a perfect body, a perfect tan, perfect blonde hair, and a perfect smile. She couldn't stop wondering what she might look like fully naked. What she and Charlie might look like having sex. Suzie imagined Liv must be a vocal lover, that she moaned and revered every time Charlie pushed into her, that she cried out passionately when he made her cum. Suzie's hand mindlessly drifted down between her legs. And Sherri and Duke must have had a pretty healthy sex life as well, based on the way they flirted. She wondered if Sherri liked to take charge in the bedroom, if she was always on top and what it must be like to have those big beautiful tits bounce in your face as she rode you. She wondered if Duke had a cock like Dez Carter. Suzie's body began to tingle. Her fingers slipped over her clit and found delicious wetness between her lips. And Monica. Oh God, Monica. Suzie imagined being alone with her in the ornate bedroom of her suite. Kissing her full lips, feeling their bodies pressed together. She imagined Monica peeling back her bikini to reveal her two full, perfect tits. Monica pulling her face down to meet them. Taking her nipple into her mouth. Sucking. Suzie's fingers slipped over her clit in perfect rhythm, the rain of the shower firing off delicious sensations across her tingling skin. Both of them naked, touching, kissing. Suzie pressing her fingers inside Monica's perfect cunt. Fingers first, and then lips, tongues. In her mind, Suzie imagined what it would be like to taste Monica's cunt. To please her with her tongue. To make her cum. She imagined looking down past her own tits, past her flat stomach, to see Monica looking up from between her legs. To feel her tongue, Suzie gripped the steady bar in the shower tightly and cried out as she spasmed around her sliding fingers and came. Hard. She started to breath normal again. She stuck her head under the cascading rain of the shower and let the water wash over her. Monica's parting words played and replayed in her mind: "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?" Suzie could feel the stares when she made her way into the restaurant. After her shower she did her makeup and hair flawlessly, and slinked into the perfect, shimmering dress Arthur had gotten for her. It was the kind of dress that didn't allow her anything underneath, and it hugged her body like a lover. The shoes wrapped around her feet like golden snakes. She looked good, she knew it, but she still felt her face flush at the attention; no one had ever looked at her like that before. It was equal parts embarrassing and exhilarating. "Wow," she heard from behind her, turning to meet Arthur. "You look absolutely stunning." "Thank you," she said with a coy smile. She could say the same thing for him as well. The man sure knew how to dress, that was for sure, and his wavy blonde hair was styled perfectly. His collarbone and chest peaked out through the undone buttons of his shirt. She wondered what it felt like. "Thank you for the dress. It's lovely." "I'll say," he smiled, taking her hand and spinning her around slowly. "Amazing." The host led them to their table, and the two shared a bottle of wine that was waiting for them. "Did you enjoy yourself today?" "I did," Suzie replied, smiling to herself at the thought of Monica. "Very much so. I met some really cool people, and hung around and;" suddenly she remembered the credit card. "Here, I need to give this back to you." "Didn't you use it?" "I did, but, I can't." "Why not?" "Because," she started, "this trip, this dress, everything, it's been truly amazing, but, I can't take your money. I can't feel like you're,” She couldn't quite finish the sentence, so Arthur did it for her. "Paying you?" "Exactly." There was a pause, and Arthur took a sip of his wine. "Paying you for what?" His gaze was piercing. She felt a tingle in her body. Before she could form an answer, she heard the voice of an angel from heaven call out "Suzie!" All at once, Monica was there. Stiletto heels held aloft skin-tight denim barely containing her considerable curves. Scoop neck blouse. Perfect cleavage. The tops of her tits jiggled deliciously as she walked toward them. Hair done like a dream. Lipstick; red. Suzie started to feel faint. "It's so good to see you again!" Monica gushed, touching Suzie's wrist and meeting her with a big smile. Suzie had no words. Monica was an absolute vision. "This must be your business partner!" she said, turning to Arthur. "Business? Uh, right; yes, Monica, this is Arthur," Suzie blurted, trying to get a hold of herself. "Lovely to meet you, Monica," Arthur said, shaking her hand. Then he spoke to her in French, surprising and delighting the brunette beauty. Of course he did. "Listen, I wanted to tell you, Suzie, the five of us are going on a late night cruise in a sailboat tonight; maybe if you're not too busy, you could join us?" "I, um, I'm not sure,” Suzie stammered again. Arthur kept quiet, only observing, tickled at the young girl's flabbergasted state. "Let's see what time we get done with dinner, Suzie; it's been a long day for both of us." Arthur finally offered, putting her out of her misery. "Yes, dinner. See what time." Suzie barely managed. "Okay, well, I hope to see you there," the raven-haired beauty responded with a big smile. And headed off. Arthur noticed that besides the courtesy of introduction, Monica never once addressed him or looked at him. Her eyes were on Suzie only. He couldn't blame her. He also couldn't blame her for running her hand up Suzie's forearm before leaving the way she did. "She seems nice," he offered with a smile to the flustered Suzie. "Is she one of the new friends you made today?" "Yeah. Yeah she is." Suzie offered back, clearly distracted. Arthur smiled. Suzie remained distracted through the rest of dinner. Pretty soon their plates were cleared, the last drop was drunk, and the two headed back up to their suite in the elevator. Suzie's mind was not on the near future, but on the possible future the entire ride. Arthur held out his hand as they exited the elevator. Suzie snapped out of her daydream and gently took it. They entered their suite, and Suzie felt a drop in her stomach. She had a decision to make. "I need to go freshen up," she said, and padded off to her room. She couldn't stop thinking about the decision in front of her. She couldn't stop thinking about Monica. She wanted to stay, but she didn't know if it was right. But then again, she had never quit anything in her life. Arthur was waiting for her on the balcony when she came back out. The wind gently caught the collar of his shirt as he sipped his scotch. Suzie took a deep breath. "Arthur, I;" "Before you say anything else," he said, cutting her off, "I have a surprise for you." she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Put your sneakers on," he smiled. Suzie was beaming. The warm night air was racing through her hair, the sound of the ocean water split and rolled from every side, and Monica sat next to her, the two delightfully rapt in conversation. Arthur's surprise was that not only had he gotten them a spot on the night time cruise, he made sure Monica and her friends were the only other people on the boat. Suzie looked over at Arthur who was enjoying his conversation with Sherri and Duke. He looked back at her. She smiled. He winked. Suzie excused herself momentarily and made her way down below to use the restroom on the boat. She was all smiles. Floating along the boards back from the head, she was suddenly distracted from her swooning by muffled sounds coming from the far cabin. Passionate sounds. Curiosity getting the better of her she followed her ear till she got to the slatted door of the rear cabin. Careful not to reveal herself, she peaked in and saw a familiar sight: Liv's bare tits. This time however they were in the hands of Charlie as he gripped and squeezed them, sucking on her hard nipples. She was propped up on the lipped edge of the cabin, her long, tanned legs wrapped around her lover, taking his cock inside her with each loving, assertive push. Liv was clearly enjoying herself, her mouth hung open in deep, forceful gasps. She didn't need to announce it, Suzie could clearly tell she was cumming. After her body stopped vibrating, Liv gently pushed Charlie backward, slipping him out of her. Suzie took in the sight of his glistening cock. It was big. Suzie watched in awe as Liv smiled, kissed Charlie on the lips, and then sank to her knees in front of him. Charlie let out a long sigh when Liv took him into her mouth and began to work his length with her big, pillowy lips. This was no slow, sensual blowjob, Liv was on a mission. Her hand joined her mouth on his shaft, working him in time, her other hand lovingly cupping his balls. Charlie moaned, breathing heavy. It was only a couple moments before he let out a whispered "fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" Liv moaned in approval and opened her mouth, resting the head of his straining cock against her outstretched tongue. Her hands continued to work his shaft and balls with determination, and a loud, uncontrollable grunt escaped Charlie's throat. Suzie saw the first thick, white rope of cum leap into Liv's mouth. Then another. Then a third. A fourth, all gleefully jumping into her open mouth or splattering on her tongue. Suzie had only heard stories from other girls about blow jobs, about their guys cumming in their mouths, and most of her girlfriends shared the same opinion: it was pretty gross. But here, with her boyfriend's cock spurting wildly, Suzie saw the corners of Liv's open mouth turn upward into a smile. The smile never left her face as Charlie's orgasm ebbed and Liv closed her mouth to swallow what he had given her. Never left as she took his spent cock back into her mouth gleefully to clean up what she missed. Never left as they basked in the afterglow. It was clear Suzie slipped away back above deck to give them their privacy. She couldn't help but notice how wet she was. Coming back above deck, the buzz of what she just witnessed coursed through her still as her eyes fell on Monica, who was talking to Arthur. She took a moment to drink it all in. To drink her in. "Are you enjoying yourself?" The captain asked in a thick, Italian accent. Suzie turned to meet her, a statuesque beauty with long legs and auburn hair. "Very much so, thank you," Suzie replied. Even the employees here were amazing, Suzie thought. Looking back at Monica and Arthur, Monica turned to her and smiled. Suzie sighed longingly, smiled back, and moved to join them. Soon enough the trip was over and the boat returned to the dock. The companions all said goodnight, Monica and Suzie taking the most time to part. They hugged. Suzie felt Monica's perfect body press tight against hers. Then a kiss on her cheek, a gentle squeeze of her hand as they parted, and a hope that they'd see each other again tomorrow. Suzie floated back toward the hotel. Arthur didn't dare interrupt, and the two headed back in glowing silence. In the elevator, Suzie couldn't help but reflect on how magical an evening it was. She replayed the moments in her mind, lingering on Monica's smile, on the times they fleetingly touched. She smiled to herself. Her eyes then fell to Arthur. He was watching her from across the elevator, smirking pleasantly as he took in her elation. He had done this for her. He knew. He put the whole evening together, just for her. "Thank you for tonight." she dripped in a syrupy tone. "Why did you do that for me?" He looked her in the eye. "Because I want you to have everything you desire." Suzie held his stare. She saw no lie. Her tongue gently moistened her lips. Crossing the elevator floor, in a moment she was in front of him, breathing heavy. Nervous. Her hand slid down the button panel and found the emergency stop button. She pressed it. They hung between floors. Suzie touched his arms. They felt strong. Reaching up, almost on her tiptoes, she kissed him once gently on the mouth, and then, returning from the kiss, slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Suzie felt her pulse pounding in her ears. Her hands were on his thighs. She felt his firm muscles underneath the fabric of his pants. Heart racing, she placed a flat hand over his zipper; she could feel him; he was already beginning to thicken. A flutter swelled inside her stomach. Using two hands, she steadied herself, and then slowly worked down the zipper of his pants. Her breath was already ragged as her fingers parted the fabric like the curtains of a play. Then she felt him. She gently freed him from the confines of his pants, and all at once there he was: big, full balls; warm, thickening shaft, all smooth and hairless. She felt the weight of his member in her hands, and she watched in amazement as it plumped into a full, strong erection. "I've never done this before," Suzie practically whispered, looking up at Arthur like a nervous virgin. She felt one strap of her dress fall down off her shoulder; she didn't fix it. "It's okay," he said with a smile, gently placing a comforting hand on the side of her face, "you'll learn." Suzie's opened her mouth slowly, and felt a gentle guidance from the hand on her cheek. She followed the guidance, leaned in, and then for the first time in her life, 19 year old Suzie Travino took the soft, spongy head of a hard cock into her mouth. Her lips closed. She was careful to not nick his sensitive flesh with her teeth. She felt around this new addition with her tongue, getting a sense for the feel, the ridges. Arthur moaned. Bracing her hands on his hips, Suzie closed her eyes and began to move. Her mouth watered as her lips began to slide over his flesh, making his cock slicker and slicker. The gentle guidance of Arthur's hand returned, and she followed. He helped her along, drawing her mouth up and down his shaft. Her mouth watered. She felt him throb against her tongue. Soon Suzie's trepidation turned into determination. Arthur moaned. Her speed and intensity began to increase, but it was reckless. Unrefined. Holding on tight to Arthur's hips, Suzie suckled and slurped on his cock at a deliberate, determined pace. She gagged once or twice as she tried, and failed, to take all of him into her mouth. Regrouping and catching her breath, Suzie changed tack. Holding the fat, flared head of his cock in her mouth, suckling it like a nipple, Suzie brought her hands up and began stroking and massaging his shaft and balls. Arthur moaned louder. His hand left her face and he braced himself on her bare shoulder. Heat filled her entire person as she suckled and stroked. Arthur's grunts and moans were fuel to her, and they were beginning to come quicker and faster. The thick cock in her mouth grew even stiffer. The head flared against her tongue. "I'm going to cum, Suzie," Arthur gasped, "you're going to make me cum." Suzie never ceased her pace, sucking and tonguing his head, stroking and milking with her hands. Arthur gripped her shoulder tight. He touched the side of her face again with his other hand. He cried out. His balls shifted and jumped in her hand, her mouth flooded with viscous, salty cum. She froze as his cock pumped and spasmed, filling her mouth with his semen. It kept coming, and instinctively Suzie swallowed. More cum. She swallowed again. And again. His spasming slowed and ebbed. His breathing returned to normal. Suzie slipped her lips off him and gently tucked his cock back into his pants and raised up his zipper. He offered her his hand and she took it, raising back to her feet. She fixed her fallen strap that had partially exposed her tit. Suzie turned off the emergency break, and the two stood in silence the rest of the trip up, neither taking their eyes off the other. Entering the suite, Suzie reached for a bottle of water, taking a big pull. "Goodnight, Arthur," s

Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 1

SUZIE’S MALTESE BARTER: PART 1 SUZIE GETS OFFERED THE VACATION OF A LIFETIME; WITH A CATCH. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter.jpg] Suzie Travino was exhausted. She was on the train heading back home after a grueling first year at architectural design college. The daughter of a driven, Japanese mother and a successful Italian father, and the valedictorian of her high school class, everyone expected Suzie to follow in her father's footsteps and head off to an Ivy League undergrad with an eye on law school following, so it was a bit of a surprise that she decided to go into architectural design. Most surprised, and most displeased, was her father. Suzie's dad had her whole future practically mapped out, and it definitely didn't involve architecture. She was going to go to the same school he did, at a reduced legacy rate, which would save money to put toward law school, where she would succeed wildly, ace the bar, and then take over his practice one day so he could retire. This was not what she wanted, however, and the fact that she went against her father's wishes put that much more stress on her to succeed. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't' nearly as generous with his money as he would have been if she had just done what he wanted. Suzie was tired of doing what other people wanted. Trouble was, she was good at it. She never rocked the boat, and was too concerned about how other people viewed her to ever stand up for herself and assert what she wanted. Going to architecture school was the first thing she had ever done for herself, and it was dangerously close to blowing up in her face. Classes were harder than she ever imagined, and she had been focusing on nothing else for the past eight months. Maybe her dad was right, she thought, maybe she should have just done what he wanted. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't have put on twenty pounds, and wouldn't have nightly stress dreams. Maybe she'd have time for a social life. In high school, Suzie was a social butterfly. She was a people pleaser by nature, so she was easy to get along with, and easy to date, once her father allowed it. No dating till she was 18, he decreed, and Suzie obeyed. Once the time came she got a boyfriend, because that's what you were "supposed to do." She wasn't even sure if she really liked the guy, but her dad did, and he checked a box, so that was enough for her. At least that's what she thought. She was also a perfectionist. Due to her nature, or due to the pushing of her father, Suzie always wanted to be the best at whatever she did, and she applied the same drive that made her high school class valedictorian to all facets of her life, including her love life. Suzie was determined to be the perfect girlfriend, even though she herself was unsure of what she truly wanted romantically. She wasn't even sure she even really liked men. Despite only having one boyfriend, she had a pretty active fantasy life, as her hormones and desires started firing off, and more often than not when enjoying the pleasures of her own company she found herself thinking not about her boyfriend, or any man for that matter, but other girls in her class. Like Chrissy Thomas, the skinny, big-breasted theater girl. Suzie liked Chrissy, and liked her style. Suzie couldn't help but notice that Chrissy definitely dressed to show off her considerable assets while never making it look like she was. Chrissy never showed skin or cleavage, but also never shied away from tight, form fitting tops that accented her flat stomach and huge tits. Something spoke to her about Chrissy's expression-through-repression, and it turned her on immensely. Suzie, like practically everyone in the class, male or female, was desperate to see her bare tits, but it was the thoughts of sucking them, kissing them, kissing her, that made Suzie wonder about herself. As stated, she wanted to be the perfect girlfriend. She knew being physical was a big part of that, and she was excited to experience it. Sex however, was off the table. She had plans, and was not willing to risk getting pregnant, no matter how many precautions were taken. This wasn't to say that Suzie and her boyfriend never got physical, however. She wanted to keep him happy, but wanted to make sure she didn't come off too slutty, and so as she prepared for dating, she decided that handjobs would be the extent of their sexual experimentation. Maybe not ideal to some, but as mentioned before, Suzie was a perfectionist. The first time Suzie experienced her boyfriend's cock, she was fascinated more than turned on. Both soft and hard at the same time, she liked touching it, and her boyfriend definitely seemed to like when she did so. She knew what the end result was supposed to be, and she had a basic idea of how to get there, but she was taken very much by surprise at how quickly he shot off that first time. She barely got her hand around it when suddenly he moaned and tensed. She saw two spurts of white leap out of his tip, and then her fingers got warm, sticky, and wet as the rest of his load pulsed out over her fingers like a melting ice cream cone. She smiled; if this was all it took to get a guy off, she would have no trouble doing this from time to time. The second time, however, didn't prove to be so simple. It took longer, and she realized she really had no idea what she was doing. She was determined to make sure that didn't happen again, so from then on, for the rest of their senior year-spanning relationship, Suzie practiced, much to her boyfriend's delight. By the time they broke up just before leaving for college, Suzie had gone from shy strokes to confident milking, and she felt confident that she gave the best handjob in her whole class. But she wanted to know for sure. She needed to know for sure. She needed the only person who could tell her for sure: the biggest male slut in the school, Dez Carter. Suzie and Dez didn't exactly travel in the same social circles. Dez was a star running back, Suzie was a star bookworm. But Dez had a reputation, and she was sure he'd be amenable to being part of her experiment. So the final week of classes, Suzie approached Dez and laid it out for him: she needed to test her handjob skills on someone with experience, so she was offering a one time, no strings attached handjob in exchange for an honest review of her abilities. "Just a handjob?" "Just a handjob. That's it." "What's in it for me?" "What?" Suzie said in mild shock, "what do you mean what's in it for you? You get a handjob!" "Why would I want a handjob from you when I could fuck practically any girl I want?" He had a point. She might be giving him an orgasm, but at the end of the day it was he who was doing her a favor. Still, she was confident in her skills, so she went for broke. "Okay, listen. If you let me give you a handjob, and if you can honestly say that it is not, hands-down, the best handjob you've ever gotten,” she took a breath, "I'll let you take my virginity. And you can tell anyone you want about it." A big smile formed on Dez's face. He had always had a bit of a thing for Suzie, if only because she was such a big question mark. Always with the same guy, no stories about her, plus the allure of fucking the smartest girl in the class always made his cock buzz. "I don't think your boyfriend's gonna like that." It was true. She was still with her boyfriend, and part of her felt bad about going behind his back like this, but she also knew it was only a matter of time until they broke up and went their separate ways for college. "He's not going to find out. Because I'm not going to lose." Dez smiled again. This was a no-lose situation for him. Even if she was right, all he had to do was say it wasn't the best, and he was free to be the first one to fuck this fine Asian bookworm. That plus her cockiness made it impossible to say no. That Friday, Suzie found herself in Dez's basement bedroom, wondering if she had gotten in over her head as Dez freed his big, black cock from his pants. She was slightly in awe. It was only the second cock she had ever seen, and it was much bigger than her boyfriend's. It would require every skill she had developed to please. Suzie gulped, stretched her hand, and got to work. Suzie would leave Dez's house with her virginity, and her ego, fully intact. Thinking about it later, given the situation, the heat of the moment, she was surprised she didn't sleep with Dez anyway. He was a good looking, experienced guy, it was sure to have been a good first time, but Suzie wasn't interested in that. Truth be told, she wasn't even that interested in it when it was her boyfriend she was with. He did his best when they fooled around, but he didn't have the same drive to be the best at it that she did. She told herself that's why she found her mind wandering anytime his hands made it between her legs. Why she needed to think of Chrissy Thomas' tits to get wet; why she needed to think of that one night, that one "almost" with the gothic smoke show Tara, to get anywhere even close to cumming. Suzie obviously had considered she might be gay, or at the very least bi, but she pushed that possibility way down, straight out of her mind. Her parents wouldn't accept it, and neither would her life's plan. She was going to meet and marry a successful man and have children with him, and that was that. But still, anytime Suzie had a little too much to drink, her inhibitions started to slip away, and that little "what if?" inside her started to push itself up towards the surface. Suzie didn't want to call her feelings for Tara a crush, but that's absolutely what they were. Tara was the kind of girl who just oozed sexuality, and Suzie just chalked it up to the fact that pretty much everyone, male and female, had naughty thoughts about Tara. But that didn't explain how; at a party one night Suzie found herself alone in a room with none other than Tara, touching, kissing, groping; feeling each other's bodies. Tara was topless, revealing to Suzie a perfect pair of tits that made her mouth water. She felt them. They were perfect. She kissed them; they tasted perfect. Tara squealed when Suzie instinctively took a nipple into her mouth and sucked. Then, a bolt of pure lightning shot through Suzie's body when she felt Tara's hand touch her cunt over her pants. They rolled over. Tara's skirt bunched up. She took off her panties. Suzie felt a draw towards her flushed lips in a way she never did toward her boyfriend's cock. She dropped her head lower. Sliding towards it. A phone buzz; her father. Suzie snapped out of it, like she had awoken from a trance, and rushed out of the room with a flurry of embarrassment and "sorries”. Back at home Suzie did her best to get the vision of Tara's wet, willing cunt out of her mind. She pictured her boyfriend's hard cock as she touched herself that night, but it was Tara's cunt she saw when she started to cum. She had high hopes for possible romance once she got to college, but those were quickly dashed once the intensity of her program revealed itself. With little time for anything else, she barely had time to make friends, let alone take a lover, save for a single night toward the end of her first year. Working late at the lab, crunching to complete their projects for the semester, she and her classmate named Charles fell into each other's arms born out of sheer exhaustion and stress. He was cute and nice, and the spontaneity of it turned her on immensely. She needed a release, an explosion, and so right there in the architecture lab, Suzie found herself balanced on a nearby table, feeling a man push into her for the very first time. It was sudden, it was fast, and if it hadn't been for Charles' semen splattered erratically on her lower stomach, she might not have even had proof anything had happened. She had been on birth control for a number of years, but even in the chaos of that moment, not having a condom, she was wise enough not to chance throwing her life off course by letting this random man finish inside her. Suzie was happy it happened, and the experience wasn't unpleasant. She enjoyed the feeling of someone on top of her, the sweet pleasurable pain of a real life cock spreading her open, but afterward she found herself mildly disappointed. She had expected sex would be a new task for her to master enthusiastically, but whether because of the middling experience, or her overwhelming workload, she found herself generally disinterested with a repeat performance. However, when the nights rolled around, and she was alone in her dorm room, she very enthusiastically slipped her dildo in and out of herself, thoughts of Chrissy's tits and Tara's cunt filling her desperate mind. But now, here she was, back home after her first grueling year, doing her best to keep a face on that says school hadn't crushed her soul, that her social and love life weren't bottomed out, and that she knew exactly what she wanted and was being successful at getting it. "Suzie, Arthur's coming by tomorrow, I want you to make sure you say hi to him. He's got an internship opening you'd be perfect for!" Her father shouted up at her as she settled into her bedroom. Suzie groaned, and fell face first onto her bed. It was going to be a long summer. Suzie slept harder and longer than she had in months. The next morning she didn't exactly wake up refreshed, but she definitely was on her way, and she had to admit the comfort of her own, familiar bed did wonders. Padding down to the kitchen to make some toast and find some coffee, the thunderous,’ up-and-at-them’ voice of her father shook out whatever sleep was left in her head. "Suzie doll! You slept almost all day! Is this the kind of slacking they teach you at that art school of yours?" Suzie hated it when he called her university "art school." The blatant disrespect sent a spike of migraine through her temple every time he did. And for the record, it was 11 am, not exactly the whole day. "Just trying to get some breakfast, dad," she said weakly. "Well don't eat too much. Arthur's coming for lunch in an hour and you don't want to look too bloated. Get yourself together and come down so you can talk, okay?" "Sure, dad," she said, already regretting coming home at all. Suzie couldn't help but hear her father's words in her head as she looked at herself in the mirror, fresh out of the shower. "'Don't look too bloated,'" she repeated sarcastically as she looked over her body in the mirror, "thanks dad." It was true Suzie had put on weight, the freshman fifteen plus give or take five pounds extra, but she discovered her genes were on her side, noting that the added weight seemed to settle in the best places possible. Skinny with small tits and only the glimmer of an ass was how she had remembered herself, but the freshman fifteen (or twenty) had actually filled her out quite nicely. Her small tits had plumped into solid handfuls, and her hips had developed a nice curve, turning that glimmer of an ass into something much more tangible. To her father she probably looked fat, but to her, she actually was starting to feel like a woman. Throwing on a sensible blouse and some leggings, Suzie went down to find her father and Arthur lounging with drinks and a charcuterie board on the back patio. Arthur was a young businessman her father had worked with for a couple years. A little over thirty and independently wealthy, Suzie's father was smitten with his success. He also appreciated Arthur's no nonsense straight talk, and the two became fast friends. Arthur quickly became a regular at the Travino household, and he and Suzie's dad loved to steal away and talk business. Suzie wasn't even sure what Arthur's business was, but whatever it was he seemed to be very good at it. She stalked him online and found many a photo of Arthur in very expensive suits in very expensive locations, and apparently with a variety of different beautiful women. She did have to admit he was a good looking guy; that, plus his money and his skill at dressing, assured her he'd have no trouble finding someone to keep him company. They had become friendly, but he was firmly her father's friend, and neither paid the other too much mind. Golden, wavy hair, a big smile, and an expensive watch rose to greet her, and she shook his hand and joined them at the table. "Suzie, come on, is this what you'd wear to a job interview?" Her father said as they all sat down. "I'm not at a job interview, dad, this is lunch at my house." she said with minimal snarkiness, reaching for a curl of prosciutto and cheese. "Didn't you just eat breakfast?" Her father said flatly. The cheese tasted sour. "So," Arthur interjected, trying to change the subject, "how'd your first year at Architecture Design school treat you?" "Fine, thanks," Suzie said, meeting his smile with a weak one of her own. At least he took what she was doing seriously, unlike her own father. "That's a tough beat; I have a few friends who've gone through there. Not all of them graduated, but the ones who did are doing very well for themselves." She smiled again. She didn't need him to come to her defense, but it was still nice to have an ally. "Yeah, it's intense; nothing I can't handle though." "That's good to hear." He sipped his drink "Enough about that," her father piped in, "you're not at school, you're home now, which means you need a job. Lucky for you Arthur here has an internship program that will get you some excellent experience in the business world, and he's willing to take you on for the summer!" "Oh yeah?" Suzie said, her defenses rising up again, "and what exactly is it that you do, Arthur?" "Mergers, acquisitions," he said, skipping the details because he knew she didn't care, "it's an international firm that moves around lots of assets. It might not really be your thing." "What?" Her father blurted, "of course it's her thing! If you're gonna be a business lawyer you gotta know business!" "Dad, I'm not;" Suzie's eyes rolled again, defeated. "You know, there are some other firms I have connections to that could be much more applicable to what Suzie's interests are. I could make some calls;” There he was, doing his best again. Unnecessary, but appreciated. "Don't be silly. Why go to the trouble; my Suzie is perfect for your program!" Arthur looked at Suzie, who was glum and dejected. "Listen, Suzie," he said, trying to smooth things over. He didn't want her to feel ganged up on. "Why don't you and I have lunch tomorrow, and I can give you the details of what the program entails, and if you like it, we can move forward, and if not, I'd love to hear all about your AD program. Sound good?" "Sounds great!" Her father answered for her. "That'll give her just enough time to get her act together," he said rather sternly. "Yeah, sounds great," Suzie weakly parroted. This was going to be rough. She stayed silent, picking at her uneaten meat as her father yapped on to the son he never had, until finally she'd had enough and blurted out "I have to go, I think I just got my period." Her father stammered as she left, the female reproductive system always being a point of embarrassment and discomfort for him. Arthur just smiled a wry smile, knowing exactly what sort of ruse she just pulled. The next day, Suzie pulled on clothes even less appropriate for a job interview than the day before, and reluctantly met Arthur for lunch. "Feel free to get anything you want; lunch is on me." Arthur said as the waitress came over. "I'll have a mimosa," Suzie said, immediately testing the limits. "Can I see some ID?" the waitress said, an eyebrow cocked. Suzie stared at her for a second, then at Arthur, who raised his eyebrows at her in helplessness. "I'll have an ice tea," she grumbled, defeated once again. "Nice tr

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

REVEREND AND MRS. MCGINNIS: PART 4 CATHY AND SAM GET TEMPTED. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/RevAndMrsMcGinnispart4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/04.jpg] What a woman. "I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile. "I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam. "That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers. "Umm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle. "Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired, "The guy?" "The guy in your fantasy, the guy using you?" Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smoky eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up." She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep. It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, cunt soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband, by Roger, by both of them. Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately. Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him. It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor. It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young cunt, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be. It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it? But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it. Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore. Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face; the only guy, the only time; and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for her. All for her. Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came. All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy. Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower. As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her, and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers. CATHY AND SAM, ON A CRUISE SHIP. Knock Knock Knock. "Mom? Do you know where dad is?" Cathy's eyes shot wide. She knew exactly where he was: He was leaning against the bathroom sink, gripping the porcelain tightly. She knew because she was on her knees in front of him. On her knees with her one-piece swimsuit pulled down to expose her plump tits. On her knees with dad's hard cock in her mouth. "I'm not sure, honey," she responded, pulling off her husband's erection with a quiet slurp, "why don't you check down by the pool? He might already be down there." She gripped him at the base of his cock to hold him steady and keep him hard. He throbbed in her hand. "Yeah, I guess; "Go check down by the pool, honey, I'll be down there in a couple minutes." Cathy loved her daughter, but she was getting impatient. She wasn't done with Sam yet. A pearl of precum formed on Sam's tip. Cathy watched it drip down in a long, viscous strand. She felt it on her forearm. She licked her lips. She was getting impatient. "Yeah, ok," her daughter Christine finally said, "see you down there." Sam and Cathy stayed still and quiet, each straining their ears to hear the click of the motel room door that signaled Christine's exit. When it finally came, it was like a starting pistol, and Cathy greedily sunk her husband's cock back into her mouth without a word. She took him deep, and she took him fast, sliding her lips and tongue all over his length with renewed vigor. Cathy loved her husband, and thanks to their recently rekindled sex life she had been reminded how much she loved his cock, especially sucking it. They had been sharing a lot more lately, exploring their sexual fantasies, and dipping into Cathy's sexual past. She had been so nervous to share stories about herself with other men with her husband, but the nerves quickly went away once she saw how much it turned him on. One such story had preceded their current coupling, when as they were getting ready to head down to the motel pool, Sam came up behind her in the bathroom, embraced her from behind and kissed her neck. She then recalled a time in college when she and her boyfriend ended up in the bathroom of a club together. Sam pressed himself tight against her as she told him how badly she wanted to fuck her boyfriend in the bathroom that night, but that she was too nervous. The story got them both turned on that after a couple quick garment readjustments, she found herself with her tits out, and his cock in her wet, wanton mouth. "Oh God, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Sam said through a strained whisper. She barely had a moment to prepare before the first strong spurt hit her directly in the back of the throat, causing her to gag. Reflexively, she reared back, pulling her mouth off Sam's spurting cock. Thinking fast, she grabbed his spasming member, pushed the flesh of her chest close to him, and began to stroke. Sam moaned. Cathy worked him firmly while trying to catch her breath, hugging him tight while white hot joy leapt out of his flaring cockhead and decorated her chest. "My lord, baby," Sam said as his orgasm dissipated. He looked down at his wife's cum-covered chest, and felt another aftershock pulse through his dick. "I'm sorry you gagged, but; you look extremely hot right now. Let me get you a towel." "Wait," She said, leaning back on her heels. She suddenly remembered one of the stories Sam's classmates told him years ago, and had an idea. Standing up, she admired her husband's handiwork in the mirror, and then pulled the front of her bathing suit up over her tits, fastening it behind her neck. Sam's eyes drifted down to his wife's chest. He always liked that bathing suit. Blue, with a mesh panel in the middle, he enjoyed the peek it gave him at her cleavage underneath. But now a whole new feeling came over him looking at that suit. As she fixed her top back into place, dark splotches appeared on the fabric, soaking through from the inside. "Ok," she said with a naughty wink, "let's go to the pool!" His cock flexed in his swim trunks. Sam and his family were on vacation: a cruise to the Bahamas. It was something they had planned for a long time, and he had looked forward to it, but recently he had become very nervous about it as well. Not because of the boat, or anything like that, but because he and Cathy had rediscovered their passion for each other, and he was worried a week stuck on a boat with their daughter would offer them no opportunities to continue their trend. It was a big boat, however, and looking across the elevator at his cum-soaked wife his worries were beginning to fade. The whole ride down in the elevator Cathy made sure to face him so he could see the dark stains left on her suit by his cum on her chest. His body was running very hot. He desperately needed to take a swim. God she was so hot. God, he loved her. Loved that she was his, and his only, and that he was hers. Walking out to the pool, Sam assumed Cathy would jump right into the water, before anyone could see, or speculate about, the dark splotches on her suit, but to his surprise she went right to one of the poolside chairs, sat down, and relaxed. Sam, on the other hand, dove directly into the pool. He needed to cool off. Lounging around in the water, he couldn't take his eyes off his wife, smiling and chatting with random people, acting perfectly normal, as though she wasn't showing off her husband's cum on her chest. Even in the chill of the water he felt his cock thicken once again. He chatted with others by the pool, enjoying his time in the sun, but couldn't take his eyes off his wife, still sitting, open to the world, with his semen all over her. It was dry now, to be sure, but he knew it was there, and he was trying to take stock of how much it turned him on. As the pastor of a church he didn't know if he should be getting aroused by such lewd displays, but he couldn't help it. All he could think about at that moment was finding some more time alone to really show his wife what he thought of her exhibitionism. Cathy looked over the edge of her book at her husband. Her dark sunglasses didn't give it away, but she knew he was staring at her, and she knew exactly why. A smirk pulled at her lips. Seemingly absentmindedly, but really full of intention, she casually drifted her fingers back and forth across the flat of her chest. The dark splotches had long since dried, but the memory was still fresh for both of them. She smiled a big smile when Sam dunked himself underwater, her little display clearly overheating him. Cathy shifted her legs - her chest may have been dry, but she was quickly becoming conscious of another dampening that people might see if she wasn't careful. "Looks like our daughters are hitting it off, eh?" A voice came from Cathy's left, snapping her out of her daydream. Looking over to meet it, she was greeted by the smile of an attractive man in his 40's. Short, cropped hair, big smile, slight beard, enough of his shirt open to show off his tan pecs, this guy was a hottie. "You must be Lola's dad," Cathy said with a smile. "Indeed I am," he said, extending his open hand, "Mark." "Cathy," she said back, shaking his hand. "It's nice that the girls found each other, it can be so hard to find time to actually enjoy these things when you're a parent." "Yeah, I know what you mean," Cathy chuckled, thinking back to the earlier, interrupted blowjob. It had been their only chance to be intimate in the 4 days they had been on the ship so far, and Cathy was starting to get antsy. "Do you do these often?" "We used to, this is the first one since my divorce a few years ago. Just trying to make things normal again, you know?" "I do, I do," Cathy said. Glancing back inconspicuously to make sure Sam was watching, Cathy angled her chest toward Mark as they continued chatting. There may not have been any visible sign of it left, but they both knew what was clinging to her skin, mere feet from this stranger's person. Sam ran water over his head. Who knew his wife, the pastor's wife, was so naughty? And what's more, was she flirting with this guy? Sam found himself flooded with a lot of feelings and thoughts he had never had before, and wasn't sure what they meant or how to process them. Anger, jealousy, delight, all conflicting and existing at the same time. All he knew is that whatever that cocktail was, it was making him hard as a rock. Mark was a nice guy, successful and worldly, and Cathy knew enough to realize that he was into her. It's true, Cathy was flirting, for sure. She knew it was wrong, especially right in front of her husband, but she knew that he knew that she wasn't going anywhere. It was all in good fun, all in service of the game they were playing, the game she started when she left their cabin covered in his seed. But still, the thought of being the object of attraction, of lust, between these two men sent a deep tingle of excitement through her body. "So what are you doing for dinner tonight?" Mark asked, warm smile on his face, "would you and Christine like to join us?" Cathy felt a lump in her throat. "Well, the thing is," she began, searching for the right way to let him down, before suddenly hearing her husband's voice come from beside her. "Hey Cathy, did you bring the sunscreen down with you?" Sam asked, knowing full well she had. He worked his way close to her, to make sure this guy knew the deal. "It's in my bag, sweetie," she said with a smile, feeling herself blush slightly as she turned back toward Mark. She made an attempt to introduce the two men, but Mark piped up before she could get the words out. "Hi, I'm Mark, Lola's dad," he said, hand outstretched. Sam shook it, returning the introduction with one of his own. "I was just saying to Cathy, our kids are getting on pretty famously, would you all like to join us for dinner?" Cathy tried to make an excuse, but Sam jumped in quickly. "Sure, that sounds great!" They finished their plans, Sam made sure to kiss Cathy firmly, and then he jumped back into the pool. "He seems great," Mark said, the two of them watching Sam swim away. "He's the best," Cathy proclaimed, speaking only truth. "You know, my wife and I had a lot of great experiences together on these cruises," Mark said, before leaning in close. "We also had a lot of great experiences with other people too." Mark stared a hole through her before turning back to taking in the sun. "Just something to think about." Cathy sat there for a moment, slightly embarrassed, slightly giddy, extremely turned on. "You know what, I think I'm gonna take a dip," she said in a mildly flustered tone, "we'll see you for dinner tonight." Diving into the pool, she swam over to Sam, kissing him deeply. "I'm getting a little overheated, I'm gonna go take a shower and have a nap." "Sure thing, sweetie," he said. She kissed him again, then made her way back to the cabin. Standing there nude, under the warm water of the shower, Cathy replayed everything that had just happened. Her body was tingling, her mind racing, the thoughts of Mark's proposition propelling through her. He probably had a great cock, she thought, and she knew from looking at him he had a great body. She couldn't help but imagine that body behind her, sliding into her, fucking her. It wasn't just him though, this wasn't a day dream of explicit infidelity. No, Sam was there as well. In her mind, she imagined Mark fucking her while she sucked Sam's cock. She imagined being on her knees, sucking them both off at the same time, wondering which one would cum first. With this lewd fantasy bright and vivid in her mind, Cathy grabbed the detachable shower head and aimed the strong streams of water directly at her clit. She knew those thoughts were wrong, she knew they were dirty, but that just made it hotter. Grasping the side of the shower door for balance, Cathy managed to keep in her moans and squeals as she felt her pussy spasm and contract, cumming right there in the cabin bathroom. Why did these other men penetrate her mind so? She loved her husband, she loved having sex with her husband, why did these other men keep worming their way in? She couldn't get the question out of her mind as she finished getting ready for dinner later that evening. "You look amazing," Sam said, snaking his arm around her waist and kissing her on the neck. Cathy chose a dress she knew her husband liked, one that dipped deep, and was very kind to her cleavage. She was showing off, for sure, but she wasn't sure who she was showing off For. Was it to remind Sam of what he had? Or to tease Mark with what he'd never get? She took a last look at herself before they left, and her eyes couldn't help but affix to her exposed chest, breasts presented wonderfully by the firm fabric. She got a chill of excitement as she remembered Sam's cum splattered on that same chest only a few hours ago. God he was so hot. God, she loved him. "Thank you, sweetie," she said with a warm smile, and prepared herself for the dinner ahead. Christine had already breezed past them down the hallway, and Cathy saw it as an opportunity; an opportunity to be truthful with her husband. "Sam," she started, slowing him down with a light tug on his jacket, "I need to tell you something." "What is it, honey?" Sam said, a slight look of concern washing over him. "This afternoon, at the pool," she took a big breath before continuing, "Mark sort of; propositioned me." Sam paused, going silent. "What do you; he stammered, "you mean; "Yes," she said, momentarily embarrassed, "he wanted to sleep with me." "Did he know you were married?" "Yes." "I see." There was a moment of silence as Sam processed this information. "He's divorced, and he said he and his wife used to; enjoy themselves on these cruises. Together and apart." "I see." "I was flattered, but not interested," Cathy said, nervously trying to fill the empty space being left by her husband. "I see." There was a tense pause. Cathy began to worry. Then suddenly Sam snapped out of it, kissed her gently and said "come on, we're going to be late for dinner." Despite the revelation in the hallway, dinner was cordial, even fun. As things wound down, the girls asked if they could be excused, leaving Sam, Cathy and Mark to share a couple more drinks. The chatting and laughing continued and it was well enough company, Sam thought, but now that it was just the three of them, Sam couldn't shake the knowledge he learned, that Mark wanted to fuck his wife. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else, but now it was getting to him. Despite trying to downplay it, Cathy was having a great time. Mark may have been a bit of a letch, but he was a very charming letch. She kept trying to check in with Sam, but she couldn't tell where his mind was; what he thought about her revelation. Was he mad? Was he jealous? Was he; turned on? It was this last one that began to more and more occupy her mind. When the morning starte

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3

REVEREND & MRS. MCGINNIS: PART 3 CATHY EXPLORES SAM'S FANTASIES, AND SOME OF HER OWN AS WELL. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/RevAndMrsMcGinnispart3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/03.jpg] Cathy felt closer than ever to her husband of 15 years, a warmth growing inside her at how open he was with her about his loves and his losses. She felt bad that his upbringing denied him sharing such a sweet moment with a friend. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt bad for Jess that she didn't get to taste his cum. Cathy knew the taste. She didn't love the taste, but she missed the taste. Two days later, it was Friday night. Sam tumbled home from a long day and a long meeting at the church. It was the new youth pastor Ginny's first weekly meeting, so there were some formalities to go over which added time, not to mention the miscommunication and difficulty setting up the annual car wash. He was tired, he was wiped, and he wanted a shower. He barely even noticed that no one had greeted him when he came home. His daughter Christine was out with friends, it was Friday night after all so that made sense, but as he soaped himself up he thought it weird that Cathy was nowhere to be found. His mind idly wandered to the meeting, first the topics covered, then to Ginny. She looked great that night, khaki shorts accenting her amber legs, her long, kinky hair flung to one side with just the right amount of wildness to catch his attention. He began to wonder what she might look like naked, what she might taste like. When he felt the blood start to thicken his cock however, he quickly shook off the thoughts as guilt crept in. They were wrong. He ended his shower, toweled off in the bedroom and slipped on his favorite pair of sleeping boxer shorts. Tossing the towel in the hamper, sitting on the bed his attention jumped suddenly as the lights in the bedroom clicked off. Confused, he looked toward the bedroom door, and was met with an almost ghostly vision: framed by the doorway and the backlight of the hall was a long-legged, breathtaking, womanly figure clad in nothing but a big, oversized sweatshirt. Sam froze, transfixed on her silhouette. He knew who it was, he knew it was Cathy, but a rush of endorphins passing through him mentally transported back to that night in college. The night Jess left. Cathy sauntered over towards her shocked husband with a sultry gait, much like she imagined Jess had that night. She stopped just between his legs and looked down at him. Freshly showered, bewildered, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers, he was so cute. Slowly she sank to her knees. Her hands drifted over his thighs toward the tent in his shorts. He didn't seem to be breathing. Not until Cathy slipped the flaps of his pants apart and freed his stiff member to the night air, eliciting a long exhale from his taxed lungs. She looked at his cock. It wasn't the biggest she ever had, but it was perfect for her. It belonged to the man she loved. She looked him in the eye, and paraphrasing Jess' words that night said "I just need you to know." Cathy licked her lips, making them slick with fresh saliva, and lowered her head, taking the tip of her husband's straining cock into her mouth. "Oh!" Sam let out with a thick groan. The pleasure of her mouth shot through him like a lightning bolt. He was overwhelmed with physical sensations, as well as mental. He knew it was Cathy with his dick in her mouth, but that moment was now indistinguishable from the moment all those years ago with Jess. Cathy rolled her head to the side, tossing her long, brown hair out of her way but never lost sight of her objective: a mouthful of Sam's fresh cum. Her lips sucked tightly on the hard cock between them, sweet saliva raining down its length, making it nice and slick for the pumping hand that matched her bobbing mouth. Her other hand held his balls, pulsing, massaging. He moaned. She felt them shift in her hand. He was close already. She wondered if he was thinking of Jess in that moment. She hoped he was. Cathy wasn't doing this for herself, she was doing it to give him closure. His hips bucked gently, desperately, and she felt his cock harden and stiffen even more-so. Here it comes. She moaned around his head as it began to flare and pulse, and then all at once a deep cry from him heralded the thick, throbbing semen that pumped into her mouth. She held his tip still in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hands squeezed and coaxed the hot load out of him. It had been so long. The strong taste of his seed caught her taste buds by surprise, but quickly they remembered. This is what her husband's pleasure tasted like. She loved it. She let him fill her mouth with hot, thick pleasure, and then she did what Jess would have done; should have done; She swallowed. Once. Twice. It was pure, uncut joy spurting into her mouth. It made her happy. It made her wet. It was a connection and closeness with her husband she hadn't felt in years, and it sent her whole body buzzing. Sam moaned a chorus of sharp, loud, sudden moans as he spasmed and pulsed into his wife's mouth. Her hands and lips enveloped him completely, milking him, and his body and mind were on fire. As his pulsing ebbed, Cathy gently pulled off the tip of his cock, the final drip of white cum pulling long, then snapping down onto her chin. Mouth full, she looked up at her husband and swallowed one last time. Sam's mind was awash with a tornado of thoughts. Thoughts of love for his wife, memories and thoughts of lust for Jess. Looking down at her between his legs, her hands still on his cock, tousled hair to one side, strand of cum almost innocently accenting her chin, he had extreme thoughts of lust for his wife, thoughts that he hadn't had for years and years. He wanted more. She was so sexy, so erotic, and he wanted to explore that. "You are amazing." He said through deep breaths. "I didn't finish what I said," Cathy began, never leaving his eyes, "I said I just needed you to know. What I needed you to know is that you never need to be embarrassed, or ashamed of what you want, what your fantasies might be. I want them all. I want to give you mine. I want to experience it all with you. Ok?" Sam could only smile at his wife. What a woman. He nodded. He clasped both hands to her face and gently pulled her in for a kiss. He could still taste his semen on her lips. It was Wednesday. Cathy was at work, but she couldn't focus. She was daydreaming, sitting at her desk, and her cunt was soaked. Since that night she and her husband, Pastor Sam McGinnis, opened up to each other, their sex life had gone from zero to 69. Wednesday was their scheduled date night, and after years of rain checks and I O Use, it was now the one day they both looked forward to. Every Wednesday they fucked like newlyweds, renewing their marital passions, and re-learning about each other s bodies and especially their minds. She had opened up to him about her sexual history, her wants and desires, and had been rewarded tenfold. It was fun reliving her erotic past, but what really made it hot, what really turned her on, was the fact that she was doing it with her husband. Her experiences had been memorable before, but when she experienced them again with the man she loved, they became unforgettable. But it wasn't just her stories that turned her on, it was his too. A virgin until they married, Sam never talked about sex of any kind, hers, his, or otherwise, and so she just assumed he didn't have any stories. How foolish she was. As her friend Sandy told her, everyone has a past. Everyone has stories. And Sam was no exception. They might not have been the direct sexual encounters that she had experienced, but they were his stories, his fantasies, his wants and desires. Sitting at her desk her legs squirmed beneath her as she remembered the other night when she reenacted Sam's story about Jess, his college friend who had a reputation as master cocksucker. Jess had changed schools at the end of freshman year, never to be seen again, but before she left she demonstrated her gifts on Sam's untouched cock. Sam however hadn't felt right about it and stopped her before he could finish. Before she could swallow. Sam admitted that despite being a man of God, stopping her was a great regret of his. This is where Cathy stepped in. She recreated the scenario with herself in the role of Jess, and this time he did finish. This time she did swallow. And it was all the more intense and intimate because it was with the person they each loved. Sam liked her stories. She was learning she liked his as well, whether they involved him directly or not. The Jess story was undeniably hot, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the first story Sam told her. The story of his friend Sherri, who used to let her best friend's older brother jerk off onto her sizable tits. The part of the story she couldn't shake, however, was that apparently Sherri used to like to go about her business afterward with his cum still splattered on her chest. It was something dirty and naughty in a way that she felt only a college kid could confidently pull off. Cathy wondered if she could ever have done something like that back then. She wondered if she could ever do something like that now. SAM'S FANTASIES. Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum. He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way. But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking. Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced. "It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom." Sam growled into her ear. Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass. She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm. The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body. Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying. Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up. "Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger. "Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her. "I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?" "Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively. "Big plans tonight?" "No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting." "So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had. Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered. An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. She was still horny. She was still wet. She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight. No one was in there, no one needed to know. Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties. She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself. Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore. Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected. Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there. Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her. Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut. The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her, Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too. Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum. There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time. Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger. Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused. She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people. "Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished. The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle between her legs. But still, her fantasy life was generally left unexplored, and as she drove home, she wondered if that needed to change. She wondered about Sam's fantasies. What did