When I woke up, the boy was lying next to me in bed, snoring softly. He looked cherubic, lying there nude: hair tousled, penis limp, mouth open and drooling slightly. I extracted myself carefully so as not to wake him, and still sticky with the juices of last night’s exertions, I put on my running stuff.

It was raining outside, but that didn’t bother me. It was high summer, it had been a hot night, and today was going to be another scorcher. I set off on my regular hilly loop, enjoying the sensation of the asphalt under my shoes, the clean cooling rain on my face and hair. As I ran, I started to lose myself in the steady rhythm of my feet, and I replayed some of the juicer aspects of the previous night.

He was young, this boy of mine. Like young young. Which was different for me: annoying in some ways, but mostly just a lot of fun. Everything was new and fresh for him, And it seemed like he was always hard. My clit throbbed a little just thinking about it. My pussy was still a little sore, which apparently was one of the occupational hazards of robbing the cradle. Despite myself, I already wanted a little more.

One more hill. The sun had crested the horizon, and the temperature was already rising. I struggled a bit with the last uphill, as I always do, and rounded the corner to my street. My house, and the big chestnut tree in front of is was in view. Sometimes I sprint it in, but not today. Twat too sore. My neighbor Molly was just setting out for her jog. The rain hadn’t scared her off either. We waved our hellos, and I went inside, sweaty, wet, and horny.

I stripped naked, tossing my damp running stuff into a pile in the corner of the bathroom, and stepped into the shower. Warm water pelted my body, washing the sweat away. I thought about the boy, how I had ridden him the night before, and my nipples stiffened and perked up. I shaved my pits and my legs, touched up around crotch, and then lathered up. Dr. Bronner’s peppermint soap tingled my sensitive parts in a not unpleasant way.

A draft rustled the shower curtain and stirred me from my lascivious daydreams. Time was getting on, and I needed to go to work. It would not do to be late.

The boy was standing nude on the bathroom tile, crazy bedhead hair like an anime character, shit-eating grin on his face, and a boner leading the way.

“Come on in,” I said. “The water’s fine!”

He joined me inside the tiny shower stall, and I dropped to my knees.

“We’ve got to be quick,” I told him. “I can’t be later for work.”

The boy had a perfect cock for sucking: not too big, certainly not too small, clean-shaven and delicious. I opened my mouth and swallowed him whole, letting him slide between my hungry lips while my tongue did loop-de-loops around the head, and my hands fondled his generous ball sac and his cute little buns. He moaned gratifyingly and ran his fingers through my wet hair and started humping my face. It is a testament to how hard I had worked him the night before that he didn’t just explode right away in my mouth.

I turned him around so he was facing the corner of the shower, spread his cheeks apart, and started to rim him. He loved that, almost as much as I loved doing it. He’d told me I was the only woman who had ever done that to him. It turned me on tremendously to hear him gurgle and sigh as I darted my tongue in and out of his tiny little hole, circling all around and probing gently with my index finger. I didn’t know about him, but I was more than ready.

I slithered up his body, pressing my breasts against his shoulders, my cunt against his ass. “I want you to fuck me up the butt” I whispered into his ear. My pussy was too damn tender for any serious action just yet.

I can’t really recommend Dr. Bronner’s soap as a lubricant, but I will tell you that it’ll do in a pinch! Once we had slathered soap all over my asshole and his cock, he slid right up inside. I was relaxed and horny enough that I barely even gasped at the invasion. The peppermint stung deliciously as he started fucking me, cupping my breasts in his strong hands and growling silly little terms of endearment into my ear. I humped back against him, encouraging him, playing gently around my clit as he got more and more excited. I was pretty fucking turned on myself! My clit was aching and throbbing, and my cunt felt like it was gushing, and I almost almost almost came before he did, spasming deep inside my ass, filling me with his hot gooey cream.

“I’ve seriously got to go,” I said, disentangling our bodies. “Let yourself out. I’m going to be late. I’ll see you later…”

As quickly as I could, I got dressed for work. I really was going to be late. I wore just what I’d been directed to wear: short black skirt, pumps, low-cut white blouse. No bra or panties. I literally ran for the train, knowing that it wouldn’t help.

I tried to slip into the office unnoticed, but let’s face it, that was never going to happen. “You’re late,” Carl announced for everyone’s benefit. “Again. Settle your things and meet me in my office in five minutes. And don’t be tardy.” Jane in accounting sniggered derisively. My legs felt weak, and I had a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach, and my pussy was paradoxically wet.

“Come in,” Carl said shortly, not looking up from his laptop. “Close the door behind you. Don’t bother sitting down. You know how I feel about punctuality.”

I stood in front of his desk in the long silence that followed, hands clasped in front of me, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl awaiting her punishment. I squeezed my thighs together, mashing my labia together against my tender clit. My asshole still buzzed from the boy’s invasion. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there, fully dressed, but with no underwear on; I felt more naked than if I were actually naked.

“This is the third time this month,” Carla said, finally looking up from his computer screen. “How am I ever going to get through to you?”

It was a rhetorical question.

“Open up your shirt,” he commanded. I fumbled with the buttons, feeling self-conscious under Carl’s impatient, critical gaze. “Well, I see you’ve learned how to follow directions at least.” He flicked a nipple with his index finger, and I flinched. He laughed softly and coldly.

From a drawer in his desk, Carl produced a pair of little silver bells. Attached to each bell was a delicate silver chain. At the end of each chain was an alligator clip.

I winced as he applied the clamps to my nipples. It hurt as he put them on, but I knew it was going to hurt even more later on.

“Now bend over,” Carl commanded, “Hands on your knees.” I did as I was told.

He lifted up my skirt and caressed my buttocks softly with the back of his large, hairy hand, sending electric shivers from my toes all the way up my spine. My cunt was positively drooling.

Carl picked up the wooden yardstick that always sat on his desk, and he started right in on me. I had to choke down a yelp from the first whack; the ferocity of his blows always took me by surprise. The man has a very strong arm.

I didn’t take me long to lose track of how many times he’d hit me. Every time the yardstick struck my poor exposed butt, the little silver bells dangling from my nipples would bounce and shake and tinkle. This seemed to amuse Carl to no end. I was mortified that the whole office could hear; but mostly I was in agonizing pain, and almost too horny for words.

I’ve never considered myself a masochist. This whole s&m thing had kind of come right out of left field. But holy crap, the things Carl did to me got me incredibly hot in ways I’d never been turned on before.

By the time he was done, when he judged that I’d finally suffered enough, or his arm just got tired, tears were streaming down my cheeks, and my ass felt like he had scrubbed my buttocks down with sand paper, poured gasoline all over them and lit me afire. Carl thoughtfully handed me a tissue to wipe my eyes.

“I have something a little special in mind for you for later on,” Carl said as he removed the silver bells from my breasts, sending fresh waves of pain through my body and making my knees weak and wobbly. “But first, I believe you have a floor plan to finish.” He smiled thinly.

His erection was prominent under his black suit pants, bulging out invitingly from the crotch. He was clearly enjoying himself. As was I. It still boggled my mind how much this man turned me on, though he’d never lifted so much as a finger to pleasure me.

“I have a client meeting at one. I want you under my desk at 12:55. Now you had best get some work done…”

I tucked my poor, abused tits back into my blouse, and smoothed out my skirt over my tenderized ass, and went back into the office, feeling the eyes of my coworkers on me, wondering if they knew what was going on in Carl’s office, or if they just thought I’d gotten a lecture about punctuality. I sat down at my workstation, my bruised butt reminding me of the punishment I’d received, and started to draft.

At 12:53, I slipped into Carl’s office and closed the door behind me. He nodded his satisfaction.

“I’m going to be meeting with these clowns for an hour or so. You know what to do. Just keep me excited, but DON’T let me come!”

So I crawled under his desk, and started sucking his dick. Carl’s cock was longer than I personally like, the kind with a pointy head. It reminded me of a grossly oversized asparagus spear. He waxed or shaved the whole area clean, when was kind of nice because I wouldn’t get any pubes stuck in my throat or between my teeth.

The meeting dragged on and on, and I licked, slurped, sucked, stroked, and occasionally nibbled. I liked sucking his dick quite a lot, and I considered myself pretty good at it, and sometimes I got a little bit over-enthusiastic, and was promptly rewarded with a sharp tug on my hair or a knee to the tit. My jaw was aching by the time the meeting finally wrapped up, and his dick was slick and dripping with my saliva.When the clients were all gone, he let me out from under his desk and wiped off his dick.

“Don’t forget, you owe me a revision. I want to see that floorplan in the shared drive before you leave today. Oh, and I might swing by your house this weekend.”

“Swing by my house??” What a ballsy, arrogant motherfucker.

I had to duck into the lady’s room and rub my clit to a well-deserved orgasm before I could get back to work. And dammit, I did have that revision done before I left the office at six.

The boy was home when I got home. I’d given him door keys a week or so ago. He was sitting naked on the couch, smelling of pot, headphones on, playing some stupid game on his phone. I got down on my knees and sucked his cock and played with his balls and asshole until he came in my mouth. No complaints there!

I sucked all the hot, bitter, sticky semen out of his cock, knowing full well that there was plenty more where that came from. Finally he took the headset off and put the phone down, and got down to the business of eating me out.

This was something I’d been working on with him, and I had to hand it to the lad, he was making good progress! He still spent too much time directly on my clit, and I had to redirect him a few times, Even so, the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy and tickling my asshole while his tongue flicked at my engorged little clitoris was heavenly, and I ended up creaming all over his face in a very loud and satisfying way.

Afterward, we cuddled a bit, and then I went to work on getting him hard again. I slipped down between his thighs, with the intention of sticking my tongue as far up his ass as it would go; that usually did the trick. While I was down between his legs, nuzzling up behind his balls, I noticed a hickie on his inner thigh that I hadn’t put there myself.

“Listen, you,” I told him, “If you are going to be fucking other girls, we’re going to have to go back to using condoms.”

He didn’t respond to that, but when I got my face between his tight little buns and starting licking his anus, he responded all right!

I got his ass nice and wet and loose with my tongue. This made his dick really really hard, I had to run upstairs and grab condoms, which aren’t really my favorite thing in the world, but that’s not something I fuck around with.

So I rolled one down his shaft, and then we fucked like rabbits. We started out with me riding his cock, bouncing up and down on his lap, and we finished with me tits-down on the couch and him pounding me from behind. Once he’s gotten off the first time, the boy lasts pretty well.

After we got cleaned up, he took off. He didn’t say where he was headed, and I didn’t ask. I showered, got high, looked at some porn online, didn’t quite masturbate, and went to bed.

The next morning, I got up early and ran. The humidity had gone down, and it wasn’t going to be quite as hot. I did my long hills route, and by the time I got back to the house, the sun was up in the sky, and I was drenched in sweat.

The front door was open a crack, which should have been my first clue, but I was oblivious. I pulled off my shoes and socks and jog bra and went to my bedroom to grab a towel.

Carl was sitting on the side of my bed. It was the first time I’d seen him naked. The boy was between his thighs, greedily sucking his cock, slurping and bobbing his head up and down, occasionally gagging on it.

Carl saw me, winked broadly, and leered, placing a strong hand on the back of the boy’s head and forcing him down his shaft until the boy coughed and choked.

My hand slipped down the waistband of my running shorts and found my cunt wet. And not just running sweat wet; I was slick and drooling.

Carl lifted the boy up off his cock and tossed him onto my bed. The guy was pretty ripped. You never would have known, under his business attire, but he must have worked out a ton.

I don’t know if the boy saw me or not. Don’t really care either way. He ended up with his rump in the air, face buried in the pillows.

Carl rolled a condom (one of MY condoms, thank you very much!) onto his long wet shaft, perfunctorily fingered the boy’s anus, and then proceeded to jam his cock up the boy’s asshole. It was pretty brutal to watch.

The boy screamed, which was kind of satisfying in a very twisted and perverse sort of way. Carl fucked the boy’s ass hard, without mercy. I fingered my cunt for a little while as they fucked, but Carl kept looking over his shoulder at me with a big shit-eating grin on his face, and I had to walk away.

I sat on my front step and tried to clear my head, but the sex noises kept leaking out of the bedroom into my ears and filling me with deeply mixed emotions. Tears of anger or shame or jealousy or something were running down my cheeks, and my cunt was wet and needy, and I kept having to squeeze my thighs together to appease it.

Molly came jogging up the sidewalk, big boobs bouncing pleasantly under a damp t-shirt. She waved as I ogled her, and I suddenly and self-consciously remembered that I was topless. I extracted my hand from my running shorts where it had somehow migrated when I wasn’t paying attention.

“Hey!” Molly said, stopping right in front of my front walk.

“Hey,” I said back. I tried not to stare at her tits. I had the distinct impression she was trying not to stare at mine. I heard muffled screams coming from my bedroom. It seemed the guys were having a good time of it.

“There’s a contractor over at my house this morning,” she said. It was true, now that I noticed: a white cargo van was parked in her driveway. “Would you mind if I borrowed a shower from you?”

“Sure,” I said. “Come on in!”

The bed was squeaking hard, and we heard Carl’s voice drift out, muffled and husky “Yeah, that’s it boy, fuck me harder…”

Molly giggled. “Oh my, you are popular! I had no idea!” I felt her cup my ass with her hand and squeeze, and a grin lit up my face like the midday summer sun as I led her toward the shower.


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