“If you think that is all you can teach me I am disappointed".
Paul was staggered by Karen's words. He had just spent four of the best hours of his sexually active life teaching her all her knew in terms of sex.
How the lady had found her way to his office he as yet knew not, and to find him in a compromising situation with his pants around his ankles enjoying the latest erotic stories was to say the least, embarrassing.
She had put him at his ease by claiming to be "seeing it all the time darling" in her upper class, posh English accent. Indeed, she prevented him covering his embarrassment and his wedding tackle by placing her high-heeled foot on his pants.
"Oh come on babe" she had said. "You're a big boy now, let ‘em swing in the breeze". At that she licked her lips and giggled.
It surprised him somewhat that his erection was not only maintained but indeed hardened further to the point of becoming uncomfortable. Paul stepped out of his pants which seemed to please Karen who had her eyes fixed on his cock.
Paul considered that he had been well endowed with his wedding tackle and had received only compliments as to its performance. So he wondered whether to sit down again in front of the PC, and brazen it out, this was a situation without precedent.
Karen was not such a ditherer, she gently pushed him backwards into the chair then dropping to her knees and sweeping her long blonde hair around to her back, gave him a wink, grasped his cock and began to stroke it slowly.
"My my, what a handsome big boy", her remark was directed to the hardness that had begun to throb in her expert grasp.
"Has that nasty man been abusing you?" she continued.
"Don't worry babe, Karen is here to kiss you better and who knows where you may end up".
She proceeded to kiss all around the head paying particular attention to the glans, licking hard on the sensitive area.
Paul had always considered masturbation as an Paul form, not to be rushed but to be practiced to a definite timetable. He had been at the more advanced stage of the time table when he was surprised by Karen. He likened the stage he had reached to the shaking of a bottle of vinegar over a salad, finally spurting on the "vinegar stroke".
Now another hand, a female hand was gripping his pride and joy and god, it felt so good. Whereas he would have savoured pumping for at least another erotic story, this female was inducing his balls to urge the pent up seed upward and outward and he was in no position to prevent it. Nor did he want to, other than a nagging worry as to just where it land as it burst forth. Karen appeared to be dressed in some very expensive clothes and Paul felt that not only would it be a shame to spoil them but that she might take out any angst on his valuable fleshy jewels.
As any thought of such things passed to the back of his mind he heard an animal roar and realised that it was him. The sensation in his groin was intense as his cum began its journey. His balls contracted over the boiling seed trapped there-in, his hard cock in the tight grip of Karen's hand convulsed and the hot liquid sped up the canal wanting to burst forth.
Karen was well versed in the workings of the male ejaculation. Her head snapped forward as she felt the first throb, her mouth enveloped Paul's cock, taking it deep into her throat. She sucked hard, teeth biting lightly onto his shaft.
The contents of Paul's balls jetted into Karen's throat, coating it in thick, scalding liquid. She pulled back far enough to allow her to greedily swallow the huge spurts of cum that Paul had generated. She looked up at him and winked.
Karen stood up, licked her lips then delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with the tips of two fingers as if she had just enjoyed a meal at a top restaurant.
Almost as an afterthought she looked down at Paul and proffered her right hand. "By the way I'm Karen, very pleased to meet you".
Paul's eyes slowly refocused, they had this most disconcerting response to shattering climax, and began to take in the detail of this woman that had burst into his inner sanctum.
Not tall, yet taller than many women he knew, slim yet with the classic figure that once was described as hour-glass; breasts high, slim waist and full hips. Hair was long and blonde, yet unlike many blondes not thin and wispy. Clothes as he already noted were expensive and probably had a designer label. Close-fitting tailored jacket over a pure white top, matching pencil skirt which stopped just above the knees. Paul licked lips that had become dry as he mentally removed each article of clothing that he self-described. Was it too much to ask that the sheen that covered her slim legs was that of short stockings held up by some lacy frippery? She looked the type, this mystery woman called Karen that wore lace; bra, panties and that oh-so-sexy suspender belt.
"Of course you must be Paul" her voice broke into his reverie.
"That's for me to know and you... not! He was back in charge, he hoped.
"Oh darling, darling, don't be grumpy now, we have so much to do and so very little time. Karen cooed.
"Do we indeed, what it is that you think we have to do?" Paul enquired suspiciously.
He jumped as Karen raised a foot and placed it on the chair between his legs a tad too close to his balls. Oh dear god, white suspenders, creamy thighs and the crotch of what appeared to be white silk panties transfixed his eyes. To reinforce the effect she swung the raised knee outwards as far as the skirt would allow leaving nothing to his imagination but the honey-pot pussy inside that silken film.
Karen pouted her lips. "Why darling, you are to teach me all about the Art of... well...Paul! ”I do hope that I haven't come at an inopportune moment". She deliberately emphasized the word ‘come' and his mind instantly changed it to ‘cum'.
Had she? He concentrated his stare on the crotch of the silken garment; was that a wet patch? Not able to be sure he stretched out a hand.
The slap stung the back of his hand.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, don't touch the colour ‘til the brush is ready, naughty boy!
Paul felt distinctly uncomfortable and at a definite disadvantage. Despite his firm words she was in control, was well aware of it and she was loving it.
The pointed toe of her shoe moved forward to just enough to pinch his scrotum; he backed off and decided to try another tack.
"OK Karen, pleased to meet you, just let me make myself decent and we can discuss this over a cup of coffee".
"Dressed? Dressed? Oh my goodness Paul I want you UNdressed and I'm sure that you would be far more comfortable".
Damn it, his cock stirred revealing that, despite his outward bravado, his libido was following her thoughts entirely. The twitch did not escape her eyes, above one of them an eyebrow arched.
"My darling must be an athlete" she purred, "Such a fast recovery".
Summoning his courage Paul leapt to his feet, the chair, now free of any influence except that of Karen's foot, sped backwards. Karen pitched forward falling against Paul who tried to step back but his feet were shackled by his pants.
Paul looked as if he was trying to fly; arms beat the air wildly as he tried to regain balance. Then he was on his back on the floor with Karen following him, her face planted itself in his crotch.
"Oooooh, mmmmmm, giggle"
Paul took it that she was not only unhurt but enjoying her position and was disappointed when she began to get up. As Paul lay there spread-eagled, exposed, Karen unbuttoned her jacket; slowly, sensuously and suggestively.
As Paul lay there spread-eagled, exposed, Karen unbuttoned her jacket; slowly, sensuously and suggestively. She showed one creamy shoulder then the other as the jacket was peeled off.
Once again Paul's cock acknowledged his interest by twitching then stirring, writhing as blood flowed slowly in its inevitable quest to prepare it for an anticipated insertion into something hot, wet and tight.
Karen turned three-quarter side-ways pushed up her breasts pulled in her tummy and arched her back to emphasize the swell of her buttocks. Middle finger extended she threw back her head, inserted the digit between pursed lips and slowly pushed it in. Slowly withdrawing the finger she sucked at it noisily.
Paul raised himself onto his elbows and caressed her body with his gaze, from the blonde hair cascading down her back, moving to the profile of her face with that cute button nose and sensuous lips above a slender neck that lead to the full curve of the décolletage of her breasts which nestled in the fine silken lace of her see-through bra through which he could see a dark areola surmounted by an erect nipple. He grabbed his cock and was somewhat surprised to find it fully erect.
Karen reached around her back to release the bra.
"No! No don't take it off yet... please.
"Mmmm, dirty boy want to touch?" she teased. She caressed the fabric pushing and squeezing the encased flesh.
He licked his lips and swallowed hard. His head nodded in meek affirmation.
Bending forward Karen displayed her breasts by pulling at the bra, he reached out, fearful that his action would result in a slap. Finger tips touched the smooth skin, and the hair on the nape of his neck bristled. Daringly he fixed an exposed nipple with finger and thumb and squeezed causing Karen's eyes to close and her mouth to emit a soft murmur. She dropped to her knees.
Encouraged, Paul got to his knees, reluctantly releasing his throbbing manhood to free both hands to cup her encased breasts. Karen's eyes remained closed. His hand squeezed a breast and pulled it to his mouth sucking at the thin silk and drawing into his mouth the succulent nipple.
"Oh god yes, yes, yes" she hissed.
A cool hand sought out his cock and clamped upon it with a firm grip then began to slowly stroke its length.
Paul manoeuvred them both so that Karen was at first sitting then he lowered her to the floor, never once releasing her nipple from his mouth. Teeth nibbled at it, tongue lapped it and mouth sucked. He felt her breath on his face as she gasped out a low moan. Although she wore perfume her breath was sweet and warm and it served to heighten his desire.
The hand at his cock gently coerced it towards her thighs which opened and scooped Paul between them, then guided it to her crotch where it was rubbed on the silk film covering her pussy.
Karen opened her eyes and looked into his; they sparkled with desire and lust. He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her briefly then their mouths clamped on one another's, tongue sought out tongue and entwined in a dance of lust.
He found her panties with one hand and was delighted to discover that her juices had saturated the thin fabric; he found the feel of wet silk incredibly satisfying. Middle finger slid over the sodden clothing pressing firmly into the cleft of her pussy. Through their kiss Karen moaned thrusting her hips upwards to have his digit harder against the itch of desire in her crotch.
Reaching down Karen released the fastening to the skirt that was irritatingly preventing her from pulling her thighs wide.
"Pull it off babe" her voice was low with the huskiness generated by the desire within.
From his view-point, now on his knees, Paul revelled in the sight of her tits wobbling like firm jello as she wiggled her body to assist him in his efforts to remove the skirt. As the fabric slid sensuously over her hips and then, with a whisper, over her stockings she raised her knees and pulled them affording Paul a view of her silken clad pussy that caused his cock to throb painfully.
As her eyes held his, she pushed her thumbs under the waist-band of her panties, she raised a questioning eyebrow, but his answering frown told her not to push further. Teasingly Karen inched down the garment, one side then the other.
Paul placed the fingers of one hand on the panties while his thumb found her clitoris, he stroked it firmly. Karen's eyes closed and she moaned "Ooooh you gorgeous bastard, stop or I'll cum". He lowered his mouth to the area of her mound still covered by the silk; he kissed it long and hard.
Fingers gripped his hair, pushing his head towards her covered pussy. The tang of her juices that soaked the panties filtered through to his senses urging him to taste the honey. With his nose pressed against her mound he lapped at the smoothness of the wet silk, forcing his tongue to plough deep into the furrow, savouring the result of her arousal. A finger tip traced the cleft and continued further to investigate the other content of her panties. So wet was she that the entire crotch was saturated and clung between her buttocks. Reaching her ass he ran his finger around the tight hole. Karen moaned in protest but did nothing to prevent his investigations.
A sound from the computer stopped his progress and he hesitated looking
up at the screen.
"Ik wens nu u niet" he growled at the machine.
His sudden exclamation broke Karen's reverie, she looked at him quizzically.
"There are so many erotic stories pending on the machine that I have to do something quick or I may lose them".
"Oooh, porno stories, how exciting, let's look".
Paul worked quickly at the PC while Karen read what she could of the stories. Worming her way under his desk she began to make a meal of his cock licking around the head and ridge while stoking its length. Paul groaned. Teeth nibbled at the head, even entering the hole. Tongue followed the teeth until Paul wondered if his pride and joy would survive the onslaught. Deep into her mouth she took him, he felt his knob touch the back of her throat; so far back that her breath was stopped off. He felt her throat convulse as it tried to rid itself of this plug.
Paul had done enough, now there was the pressing matter of a female attached almost surgically to his cock, and the desire to fuck the pussy that he had been so near.
Paul struggled to free himself in order to get up, but Karen clung to her prize.
"I am unable to fuck that oh-so-juicy pussy if you don't let me at it" he complained.
Karen released him immediately at the prospect of a chance to get that dick deep within her pussy. She scrambled up licking her lips. Turning to face the computer and bending over the chair she pushed her ass up and spread her legs.
"Fuck me then big boy"
Paul lunged forward, his cock in one hand the other sweeping around her waist pulling them together as his cock inexorably sought and found her honey-pot. It was unerring, finding the entrance and plunging deep inside. Karen gasped as he penetrated, her muscles reflexively contracting onto the intruder making her as tight as any hand would grip. Paul moaned.
"Awwwww shit babe, you are so hot, so wet, yet so tight".
Karen grinned to herself and imagined what Paul would say when she contracted her muscles in orgasm. Of course her pussy muscles had been honed to perfection by having to stop peeing herself at the official dinners that seemed interminable.
It was considered "common" and lacking in lady-like qualities to excuse oneself in the middle the fish course or whatever stage one had reached by the time ones bladder complained at the result of imbibing far too much diuretic liquid.
Paul had waited to sink his penis into this hot stranger too long to worry about subtlety; each thrust of his hips slammed the head deep inside her slippery tunnel. At each thrust Karen encouraged him with obscenities.
"Come on babe, fuck me like ya gonna die on ya last stoke, stuff my pussy with that monster prick, deeper you gorgeous man, reach my womb and splash your hot seed inside.
Spurred on by her coarse comments Paul grabbed at her hips feeling the taught muscles and pulled her onto his cock as he slammed into her.
"You...wanted...fucking...girl..........and...that......is.......just...what...I'm.......going... to...do...til...you..beg...for...mercy". Each word was emphasised by a thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass as he entered her fully.
"Yes yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, now you are talking, slam that cock into me.
Paul released her hip with one hand and brought it down with a smack on
her buttock.
"Eeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaah" she yelled. "Oh what a fucking brute, more babe".
He found that it was difficult to co-ordinate his thrust into her pussy and his hand on her ass, so after a few slaps he concentrated on fucking her.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming yes, yes, harder, faster, aaaaaaaaaahh,
eeeeeeeeeaaahhh".
The force of Karen's pussy contractions took Paul by surprise; they crushed his cock, and when he paused for a second, they milked it. He gritted his teeth and continued his onslaught; her contractions subsided and she returned his thrusts, meeting him half-way. No matter how hard he tried Paul was unable to withhold the climax that was inevitable.
His scrotum tightened further prompting his cock to throb inducing his ejaculate to start its short, speedy journey as a gift from him to her.
Feeling his first throb Karen demanded that he bury his hardness deep inside her.
"Oh babe, now push hard, please, and deep!"
He did, he wanted the same as she. He felt it pump from his anus to the tip of his cock; hot, creamy seed sped inexorably along the canal and passed from him, splashing deep inside Karen.
Karen screamed as he pumped deep within her; she too pumped in an almost excruciating orgasm.
They remain motionless, exhausted by their efforts and bathed in the glow that successful raw sex can endow. Karen recovers first and bustling her partner-in-lust off her back she turns and clasps him in an embrace. Paul meets her lips with his, sliding his tongue into her mouth where it is joined by hers in a slow, sensuous dance. She breaks the kiss, pulls her head back and admires him.
"Africa sure produces some athletic hot stuff Paul, my pussy and ass are veritably glowing".
His fingers comb deep into her hair and pull her head to his as once again mouth to mouth their tongues perform a slow dance. The dance flows through their entwined bodies permeating each limb until it sets their feet in motion and the couple move in perfect unison.
Karen spots a pornographic magazine on the desk and imperceptibly guides their movement towards it. In the guise of running her hand over Paul's body she deftly acquires the publication, rolls it tightly increasing the passion of her kisses to deceive. With one eye to check that he was unaware of her subterfuge she manoeuvres them to a table close by.
Karen's fitness regime has kept her body not only lean but also strong and with one deft move turns Paul around and bends him over the table. The rolled magazine flashes through the air stopping with a resounding smack on Paul bare ass. Before he can properly collect his wits the paper rod hits twice more.
"Hey!" yells Paul "What the fuck..."
Karen screams with laughing, turns to escape but has not accounted for the chair that made its way from the desk, she trips, her head slips under an arm and her breasts squash against the seat leaving her ass folded and exposed over the other arm of the chair. She struggles wildly but gravity and geometry hold her captive.
Paul stands behind her and out of her sight, He has the magazine. The roll of paper smacks nosily into his palm, Karen screams. Once more the palm resounds to the impact, Karen screams louder.
"This isn't funny Paul, get me up" Karen demands in her best school-marm voice.
Now the silence is deafening. She wriggles in an attempt to move the chair on its castors and to see Paul. He maintains his position relative to her and out of sight.
Smack!
"Ok ok, very funny, ya had ya fun now let me up, pleeeeez sweetee? Karen switches to the poor, innocent, sweet little girl approach.
Smack! Smack! In quick succession Paul brings the magazine down hard into his palm.
"Fuck it Paul if you hit me just once with that I'll rip your balls off" she sounded more desperate than threatening.
Smack! The magazine hit her centre-buttocks and Paul admired how taut they were displaying barely a ripple in response.
Silence.
Paul sneaked a peek at her face, her eyes were shut tight, her mouth open in a silent scream. One tough little cookie Paul thought but he was not about to let her get away with that.
The magazine struck twice in rapid succession and harder than before but there was silence from Karen. Paul now wondered if he had really gone too far, he moved quietly around to her head. She remained motionless.
"So you can take it, hey babe?" Paul's voice betrayed his doubts.
A pause, then Karen turned her head and gave an exaggerated sweet smile.
"Two more babe and you could have had me cum" she screamed with laughing.
"Better get me up now and do what you can do well - fuck me. Hubby is due here soon and we can't have him see us like this."
Paul was relieved, disappointed but relieved; the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
Extricating her from the chair proved difficult and finally Paul tipped over the chair dumping Karen on the floor. He joined her there, his hand making straight to the very wet prize he was about to receive once again.
This time Karen was in command and it was to be her favourite position -riding bare-back. Knees either side Paul's hips, acted as the fulcrum and her thighs made powerful by years of riding her large horse, as the power for the lever, Karen pumped her well lubricated pussy in determined thrusts for the entire length of Paul's African penis. At the top of her stroke she paused with just the tip kissing her labia then plunged hard onto his pubic bone devouring all of him.
The hand that would hold a crop to spur her steed now encompassed his scrotum, and nimble fingers juggled his testes with sufficient force to persuade their owner to re-act to her descents by pumping upwards for maximum penetration.
Paul, it seemed was not fully trained in the method for he soon began to gasp and pant.
"Shit girl" he gasped, "do we have to gallop so soon, how about a canter first?"
A smack on his flanks, or in this case a sharp squeeze on his balls, had Paul galloping once again. Karen watched as, like her stallion, his nostrils flared and his eyes opened wide with the effort to please his mistress; she leaned forward placing her full breasts at his disposal. At first he pulled at them, kneaded them and pressed at her nipples as one plays with a fruit seed, popping it from between finger and thumb by the force of the squeeze. Then he needed both hands to steady himself on the hard floor as Karen's movements became wilder.
Paul was determined that Karen would not force him to reach his impending climax before she released hers. His sphincter muscles tightened to a knot as he held on. With difficulty he stretched forward and located her pummelling pussy and with his thumb stabbed at her clitoris.
"Eeeeeeek!" she screamed, "that's fucking cheating".
Karen submitted to the stimulus, throwing back her head, yelling obscenities.
"Oh babe, I am cumming sooo fucking hard!" "Do it!" "Pleeeeeeez".
Paul pleased her, his cum reaching deep inside her; hot and forceful.
"There, there!" "You got it, all of it, yeeeehaaaaaaaaaah".
Neither of the lovers had heard the video-phone. Neil pressed time after time but was greeted only by a cacophony of sounds that emanated from the speaker. Tentatively he tried the door; careless, he thought, the door solenoid had not properly bolted the door. He entered, read the "do not enter" sign and passed it by; that's no doubt where he wife would have gone!
It wasn't too difficult to guess where she was from the familiar screams coming from an office just along the hall.
The guy must be one hell of a stud, he smiled wryly; Karen could suck em dry and blow away the shell. Yet there he was preparing to mount her again; she was on all fours, that pretty ass pumped up in the air.
Neil watched through the open door as the guy entered his wife. Quickly he divested himself of his business suit and trappings, checked his penis was fully erect and lubricated then padded bare-foot across the floor. The guy was too intent on fucking Karen to notice if a herd of elephants was stampeding towards him.
Neil had his penis at the guy' ass and hands on his hips before he was even aware. He pressed firmly. The guy was startled and swung his head around. Seeing Neil and feeling his penis in his ass he just grunted, swung a hand around his back slapping Neil’s thigh then continued to satisfy himself in Karen's pussy.
"Hi babe", "this is Paul, the guy with the erotic stories?" Karen greeted her husband.
"You gonna stay for fun?" she continued.
Neil smiled and gave Karen's ass a slap.
"Sure, it feels good here" as he sank deep into Paul's receptive ass.