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The M.O. for lunch typically consisted of me heading out to lunch with either my boss, some engineers of questionable character, a large group of people from a varied selection of departments, or my personal favorite : a cute and spunky brunette that worked in human resources

The M.O. for lunch typically consisted of me heading out to lunch with either my boss, some engineers of questionable character, a large group of people from a varied selection of departments, or my personal favorite : a cute and spunky brunette that worked in human resources. Her name was Lynn and she was the HR facilitator for our plant. When the two of us had a chance we could get each other driven to the point of distraction with our flirtation. Flirtation that never went anywhere, of course. The sexual harassment laws were quite explicit and while we enjoyed teasing each other within the limits of the law and our co-workers tolerance, neither of us was willing to risk our jobs.

Today happened to be one of those me and her lunch days. I had walked up to her shortly after eight and bid her a typical good morning, making sure I sent a wink her way as well.

“How’s Monday treating you so far, Brad?” She asked me in response, smiling welcomingly.

“Not to shabby, but I’m anticipating being awfully hungry today, where are we going for lunch?”

And just like that we had a lunch date. A platonic co-worker style lunch date, I should add. Oh sure, I would have donated a few body parts for a chance to have her, but not at the expense of our jobs. She had as much as admitted the same to me in the past. Both knowing where the other stood made our relationship much more relaxed. We felt free to push each other up to the line and sometimes over it, not concerned about each other but instead about what others might see or hear.

By the time lunch actually got there I was feeling pretty hungry. Thing was I was more hungry for her then I was for food. To much flirting that morning had my mind wandering into places that should have sent off flashing red lights and alarm bells in my head. Instead it did the opposite, making me want to be a little bit riskier then normal.

She drove, as she always did. She had this thing about control. I could tell she walked a tightrope, wanting to lose control and have an excuse to just let go but being terrified of doing so. It was a matter of trust, something I could appreciate. She was a very interesting and fascinating woman, physically, intellectually, emotionally, and psychologically.

With her hands on the wheel I decided, perhaps foolishly, to see just how much she would let me get away with. I cleared my throat softly and spoke up, “You know I was wondering…”

After I trailed off she turned to look at me, catching me with a promising glint in her clear brown eyes. “Wondering what?” She prompted, looking back ahead to make sure we stayed on the country road.

I slid my hand over quickly and laid it on her thigh, rubbing my fingers softly up and down her leg and feeling the thin material of her dress slacks. “Wondering what you think of me doing this.”

She looked at me, surprised but smiling happily. After a moment she said, “I think it feels nice.”

I smirked. It was all the go-ahead I needed. I rubbed in increasing patterns, running my fingers along the top of her thigh, the side of her leg, along the seat and almost under her leg, and after a little bit of prolonged rubbing I even started sliding my fingers up and down the inside of her leg. Her lips parted slightly as she drove and her eyelids drooped with each passing moment.

We were halfway to the next town where our lunch destination waited for us. I watched her carefully, noting how lost in the sensations she was. I grinned again happily, fighting the urge to reach down and adjust myself and interrupt the spell I was weaving around her.

“Mmm, Brad,” she whispered or moaned or said in some way that it sent a few quarts of blood straight into my dick.

“Mmm what?” I asked her, clutching my thigh tightly with my other hand to keep myself focused and not just lunge across the front of her Explorer and take her in my arms. “What does this make you want to do?”

“It makes me want to pull into those trees over there, rip off your pants then hop on top of you and ride you,” she said, looking at me and glancing down at the bulge in my pants.

“So what’s stopping you?” I asked her, my logic starting to get lost in the foggy haze of hormones.

Lynn opened her mouth to respond and I let my fingers dance across that sweet junction between her thighs. She exhaled sharply when I did so, caught off guard by my intrepid maneuver. Stretching my arm I rubbed the inside of her left thigh for a moment then dragged my fingers back across to her right leg, pushing a little more insistently and slowly.

Her hand landed on top of mine, moving with it and lacing her fingers in mine. “I don’t know if I’m going to stop you or help you,” she said, her voice soft and throaty. I grinned, encouraged by her behavior.

“Why don’t you pull over in one of these trails and we can talk about it?” I recommended, drawing a naughty smile from her.

A pull off approached and soon was behind us. I fought the urge to frown and instead tried again. “Carpe Diem. You only live once, ya know. Don’t you need to know, just this once, what I’d be like?”

Her eyes fluttered close for a minute, alarming me since she was driving. She opened them again quickly though and flashed me a smile that was different, a little more certain and sure. I smiled back, inwardly upset that I had played my cards wrong, she appeared to have gotten her willpower back.

Imagine my surprise when I felt her breaking and saw a nice pathway into some trees coming up on our left!

She pulled in and turned to face me, a nervous smile on her face. I was equally nervous. All of a sudden her she was, the woman I had openly fantasized about for months, and secretly for nearly a year beyond that. I leaned towards her and she to me, both of us too full of pride to back down from what we were doing. Our lips touched and parted, somehow being in sync. It was a kiss that made me forget to breathe. Only after we broke it and I looked at her, a strange mixture of lust and awe in my expression did I realize that she was in the same condition.

Without words we leaned in again, kissing passionately. Somehow our hands found our seat belts and released them, then they were on each other, caressing, pushing, pulling, fondling, and doing whatever it was that our drunk-on-hormones subconscious minds told them to do. How I am not sure, but Lynn managed to crawl over the console and was in my lap before long. I had to recline my seat to keep her head from hitting the ceiling of her SUV.

It was then that clothing started to truly become a hindrance. She was rubbing her hands up and down the bulge in my pants and I was doing my best to feel her ass through her pants. I finally got fed up with it and slid my hands around to the front of her pans, unhooking them and sliding the zipper down. She gasped for breath ineffectively, quickening my pulse as I felt her attempts with my lips on hers.

I slid my hands in and found myself confused for a long moment as my fingers ran down her smooth lacy panties. I groaned into her mouth, quickening her pulse. She often teased me by telling me that some days she did not wear any panties. This was not one of those days, apparently.

She followed my lead now, yanking my belt open and releasing the clasp so she could unbutton and unzip my pants. She pulled at them, struggling to lift herself up and yank my pants down. I helped as best I could in the tight quarters, lifting myself up off the seat. It might not have been the most graceful maneuver either of us had ever performed but before long my pants where around me knees and we were struggling with hers. Hers took longer then mind did, but such was our dedication to the cause that nothing was impossible for us. Houdini would have been proud, I think.

She had told me in the past on certain days when our flirting needed to stop or she would have a wet spot. I always smirked and accepted her discretion. I realized as soon as she ground her soaking wet pussy against my turgid cock that she had not been kidding. She was wet like no other woman I had ever known. So hot, moist, and wet. Yet above all that the wonderful aroma coming from her sex made me shudder in anticipation.

I grabbed her hips and slid her up and down the length of my shaft, making her moan as her clit ground against me. I fought to keep my wits about me even though it was far to late for that.

I could wait no longer and, judging by how fiercely she was kissing me and pushing her steamy slit against me, neither could she. I slid her forward until I felt the head of my dick pressing against her entrance. I growled deep in my throat and pulled her down on me, sliding myself into her. Given how wet she was I was amazed that I did not slide into her completely on the first try. Then again I never had met a woman I could do that with, but I figured she would continue to ruin me for other women as she had been slowly doing for months. She collapsed against me, her mouth sliding off mine as I entered her so that she ended up next to my ear.

With my hands guiding her hips she lifted them up and we tried again, this time succeeding in letting me seat myself fully inside of her liquid heat. She moaned in my ear, sending chills down my body and making my cock jump inside of her. I pushed up at her, not believing how hot and tight she felt around me, especially given the lubrication she had going on.

I slid my hands up her sides, putting them under her shirt and lifting her shirt and her bra off her breasts. I used my arms to lift her off of me and I beheld, for the first time, her chest. I grinned like a little boy given a piece of candy. She looked down at me through lust-hooded eyes and smiled. My hands cupped her breasts, fondling them and rolling her nipples in my fingers. We kissed again, her taking full control of her hips and raising them and letting them slide back down on me. We went faster and faster, slapping our loins against each other. Soon our breath was becoming too ragged; we could not continue to kiss. She sat up as much as she could, increasing the angle of my penetration of her. On a good thrust I could feel the head of my cock bumping against her cervix, something that we both struggled to repeat as often as possible.

She shuddered on top of me as I pinched her nipples, simultaneously letting out a gasping moan. Her movements became spastic and somehow her nipples got even harder between my fingers. I grinned and drove myself up into her as far as I could, all thoughts of holding myself back now gone. She gasped for breath and collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and moving far more languidly, yet still milking my manhood.

My hands made their way down to her hips and then her ass, which I cupped in my hands and fondled so firmly it was almost rough. It brought some life back into her, causing her to sit up just enough to look at my face and smile that crooked naughty smile she had. I growled and pulled her hips down on me, making both of us gasp at the sensation.

She needed no more encouraging then that. She set up some strange circular motion with her hips, rocking them back and forth as she rose and fell on me. I groaned and thrust up in her, still clutching her creamy buttocks with my hands and kneading them with my fingers. It was over quickly for me, Lynn somehow knew exactly how to move to draw the most excitement and pleasure from me, using the muscles in her pussy to squeeze and milk my cock as she rose and fell on it.

She was gasping in pleasure again as I felt the pressure build within me. I groaned and let my eyes roll back in my head as the fireworks started. She slammed against me hard and fast, not stopping until my hands held her hips tightly against me. My cock twitched and spasmed inside of her, swelling briefly then exploding and filling her. She whispered a few unintelligible words, lost in the passion. She rubbed against my pubic bone, grinding her clit against me and feeling herself overcome by another orgasm as my dick continued to empty inside of her.

We both shivered as we wound down from the powerful orgasms, her laying against me and my arms around her back holding her tightly. After several long moments of catching our breath she leaned back a little and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Wow,” she said to me. I chuckled and nodded my enthusiastic agreement.

“You’re blessed,” she said next, squeezing me with her muscles. I jumped at the sensation, which caused her to jump in turn. We both grinned.

“Now that I’ve had you, yes, I am,” I replied with a wink. She laughed and then growled as she rubbed herself against me.

“Why do we have to go back? I want to do you all afternoon!”

I smiled. It was one hell of a good idea, but reality had to enter the picture at some point. I glanced at the clock on her radio and my eyes widened. “Damn, we’ve been gone 45 minutes already. So much for lunch!”

She purred and gave me a kiss, “Yeah, so much for it. That was just an appetizer, I still want the main course!”

I loved the way she thought! I shook my head, trying to clear it. “Main course is going to have to wait, hot stuff.”

“I know, but you can’t blame a girl for wanting.”

I grinned. No, I certainly could not blame her!

In an amazingly dexterous move Lynn somehow managed to roll off of me, pulling herself off of me and ending up back in her seat. She quickly pulled her panties back on and winked at me.

“Sorry, I had to hurry,” she explained. “I want to be able to feel you the rest of the day.”

My eyes widened as I realized what she meant. She leaned over me again, reaching towards my feet and grabbed her dress slacks, pausing to smile as she was only inches away from my still rigid cock. I noticed then that I was still hard, something that filled me with pride and made me wish for the afternoon off. Lynn looked up at me, that mischievous twinkle in her eye.

She smiled at me and straightened up, putting her pants on. Slowly coming out of my shock I reached down and pulled my own pants back up. I looked back at her and she leaned towards me. We kissed again, our hands quickly going to each other. She broke away after a moment, letting out a deep sigh.

“We have to get back, if I keep that up we’re going to end up in the same seat again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I said with a grin. She laughed and shook her head.

She smirked and reached over to fondle my still hard package through my pants briefly. “Just wanted to give you something to think about the rest of the day.”

I shook my head and smiled. She most certainly had! The rest of the day promised to be complicated and interesting for me, and beyond that who knew what lay ahead. If nothing else one thing was for certain, I planned on inviting her out to lunch whenever possible!

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As a single expat living in the Middle East there are very little ways of having fun in the evenings.

As a single expat living in the Middle East there are very little
ways of having fun in the evenings. Of course leaving a depressing
London after my bitter divorce with Ann seemed a good idea especially
as I wasn’t even given custody of the kids or even the right to see
them. Its not that I have been an angel and though I have difficulty
in admitting it I was an alcoholic.

Not that alcoholism was my only vice I had the irresistible urge to
fuck any brunette I saw and I had made a terrible husband with my
twin vices. It was no surprise that Ann with whom I had shared dreams
will growing up together finally got fed up and threw my out of the
house. Her last words ring in my ears “Lawrence our kids are growing
up and I don’t want you to spoil them too”.

Abu Dhabi, I had difficulty finding it in the map was the change I
looked forward too. Booze was out of bounds unless I had a
prescription (which I had!!!) but I couldn’t go pub hunting like I
did in my salad days in London. Getting a fuck was like finding water
in the dessert and my evening were filled with watching porno movies
and jerking off. I indulged in my favorite fantasies and surprisingly
I became healthier. Instead of spending my evenings at the bar I
would play squash. I still had a couple of drinks but I never overdid
it until I met Habib’s wife Shakira. Habib was my analyst and he
called me over to his place for dinner. We were trying to take over a
small bank in Turkey using some local businessman and Habib was the
interface. We needed to tie up a few things and we worked late and
then he drove me to his place in the outskirts of the city. It was
very palatial and seeing my reaction Habib said his house was
ancestral and he was related to the royal family. Yet I was not
prepared for his wife.

She had a regal bearing and was awesome. Thick hair cascaded till her
shoulders and her eyes were sparkling under bushy eyebrows. Even
though she seemed a little overdressed nothing could hide her mammoth
breasts which jutted out proudly. I was attracted to her and my cock
was bursting. She was like an oasis in the dessert and the months of
celibacy had taken its toll. I was suddenly thirsty and I quenched my
thirst with a couple of stiff drinks hoping it will douse my stiff
prick. I was enchanted by Shakira and every word she said I hung
onto. I tried to flirt with her by complimenting her on her looks and
Habib smiled indulgently.

I knew I was overdoing it but I was steadily drinking myself silly
and Habib asked me to stay over as my hotel suite was an hour away
and I immediately agreed saying that we could make a start on the
work on hand early in the morning. After downing my eighth straight
scotch I retired to a lovely room and I snuggled into bed. My throat
was parched and I decided I would have another drink so I went down
to the living room. It was dimly lit and as I went down the staircase
I was startled to hear Habib and Shakira talking. “Darling I know you
want Lawrence you also had this thing about white men” Habib was
whispering softly. My name was being stated and my cock stood
again. “I am sure he must be having a big cock” she replied (was she
randy and I certainly have a huge prick at least 10 inches big) I
peered down and saw them on the couch.

Habib and his wife were making out, and they snuggled into each other
on the couch. She had Habib on the couch with her mouth wrapped
around his cock. She then took it out of her mouth and stroked it a
couple of times and then kissed the head before swallowing it again.
It was much smaller than my prick and fully aroused, as it seemed it
was barely 7 inches. Habib buried his fingers in his wife’s hair as
she slid his shaft in and out of her mouth. At first, she sucked
slowly while taking an extra inch of cock until she was deep
throating all 7 inches of his cock. She was naked and I saw her
hirsute body. Her pussy mound was covered with thick black hair and I
like a very bushy pubic mound. Shakira had a lot of hair on her
pussy. Her legs too seemed hairy and all that I saw for the first
time as she had taken off her elaborate dress.

She began to suck her husband faster and I took out my swollen prick
and began stroking my cock. I saw that her underarms too were
unshaven and she had thick jet-black excessive hair in her bushy
armpits. I have a fetish for unshaven armpits and Shakira was an
advertisement for hirsuteness. She had thick tufts of hair in her
furry armpits and my cock was responding by growing to its full
length by seeing her bushy underarms.

She stood up and faced the back of the couch with her firm ass raised
and begging to be fucked doggie-style. I could see that she had a lot
of anal hair too. Habib moved in behind her. He held on to his wife’s
massive tits for leverage then buried his cock into her hairy pussy
with one quick thrust. Habib continued pumping and fucking his wife
as she played with her own clit. Then they saw me at the top of the
stairs. Habib was still intently fucking her but Shakira was staring
at my huge erection sticking out of my slacks. Her eyes were open as
she kept looking at my unwavering cock at full attention. I went down
the stairs and made myself available.

Shakira was the first woman I had seen since my London days. Here she
was this immensely hairy woman being fucked by her husband staring at
my aching cock a few inches from her face. I reached out and put my
hands into her hairy armpits. I was startled as my hands felt the
coarse pelt of hair in her unshaven armpits. I had fucked many hairy
women before but none had such coarse hair in their bushy armpits. It
was soaked with sweat and a pungent aroma rose from her unshaven pits.

Shakira nodded at me and so I removed my slacks. Her black eyes
widened as I revealed my erect ten inches. I wondered if saw a cock
as large as mine and I saw the greed in her eyes. Shakira took a deep
breath and grabbed my cock tentatively. She closed her eyes and
leaned down to place her mouth around the tip of my cock. Her heavy
breast were pressing tightly against the inside of my thighs as she
licked the underside of my swollen shaft. Habib looked at me and
smiled as he shoved his prick into his wife, which made her clasp
onto my large prick. She got about three inches of me into her mouth
before she started pulling me out.

She was obviously nervous and she stroked my penis a few times and
took me into her mouth slowly, avoiding her teeth and trying not to
gag. As I reached the back of her throat, she stopped for a moment
before tensely accepting more inside her. Habib was jamming into her
and my anguished moans of ecstasy worked like a signal to Shakira
that she was doing okay. I became harder and harder inside her mouth
and she began stroking my cock with my mouth. Slowly in and out of
her mouth I pushed my massive dong while she cupped and massaged my
balls in her hand. I began moving harder in her mouth fucking her
throat. “Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh take my prick deep into your mouth you
hairy bitch I sooooooo love your hairy armpits. Lift you arms and let
me see your coarse furry underarms,” I screamed as I neared my
climax. Her tongue caressed my underside and she moved up and down on
me as she quickened the pace. She pulled her head up, letting my
entire shaft slide out of her mouth. Habib too was shooting “Shove
your dick into her mouth Lawrence my slut wife loves sucking a white
dick”. We were now doing it in unison. Habib finally spurted his jism
all over his wife’s back while Shakira sucked furiously my swollen
member. I tried holding back but within seconds I emptied my balls in
her throat as I cried “Aaaaahhhhhhhhh suck my penis and drink my cum”
and shot what appeared to be tons of sperm which was locked inside me
for months. Shakira stood up her mouth filled with my sperm and
lifted her arms showing the matted jet-black hair in her sweaty hairy
armpits. She was born to fuck and I told her so. Habib said “wait
till you see her sister Rehana she is one hirsute woman with such
copious body hair and she always wants to fuck 5-6 men
simultaneously”. I was excited and my cock was slowly regaining is
strength. Shakira was stroking my large penis as it grew in her hand.
My weapon needed to unload more. “Now is a good time” I exclaimed
hoping Habib/Shakira would press on. Shakira did as she jerked my
turgid flesh as she moved it up and down in her lovely fist. “Shakira
why don’t you find out if Rehana will come over and meet Lawrence I
am sure she will love his huge prick” Habib said. Shakira dropped my
penis and picked up the cordless and started speaking to her sister
and after a few moments I caught the last part of her conversation
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My wife left the house that Tuesday morning as if it were like any other. My wife is Andrea

My wife left the house that Tuesday morning as if it were like any other.

My wife is Andrea. She is slim attractive, brunette, in her early thirties and she has a good job in marketing. I left her that morning with a kiss while she was still in her underwear, and I remember thinking at the time how horny she looked.

Andrea quickly got changed and went to work herself where the day was routine and dull.

At lunchtime Andrea met her friend for dinner and as usual Andrea took them both in her car to a pub not far away. Andrea ordered her dinner at the bar and as she turned around she bumped into a man of about 40 standing behind her. “Sorry,” she said and he exchanged the same apologies and Andrea went down and sat with her friend, and he with two other men of about the same age.

As the two women sat talking Andrea’s friend noticed the table of men were looking over at them. The girls couldn’t decide who the men were looking at but took little notice. “You could be in there,” her friend said. “Not really my type,” she laughingly retorted. The two friends then finished their lunch and went to move towards the door, and as they did the table of men got up and left at the same time, but again the woman took little or no notice.

The woman got into Andrea’s car and they noticed that the men got into an Audi. As Andrea turned into their estate her friend said, “That Audi has just driven past.” “Take no notice, loads of people work around here. You’re becoming paranoid.” Andrea snapped.

Andrea left work at the same time that night at 5 o’clock and made her way home. On the way she had to turn off the main road and drive down a badly lit country lane. It was already dark by the time she was on the lane and she was following a white transit who was driving very slowly. She noticed a car gaining on her quickly and before long it was right behind her. Why doesn’t it overtake she thought to herself. The car followed her for about two miles. Andrea kept looking in her mirror, she checked her rear mirror, the car was still behind her. She looked forward and the white van had braked. She braked but it was too late. She had hit him up the back. Not bad, but there would be enough damage, she thought. Andrea got out to check her car. The man in the van was already out, a man in his early thirties.

“I’m sorry.” she said. “Don’t worry. The insurance will pay for it.” he replied.” As long as the back doors open so I can use it for work there shouldn’t be a problem.”

He grabbed the handle of the back door and opened them. As Andrea was going to say, “Oh, that’s good.” she was grabbed by two men from behind and pushed into the back of the van. The doors were then firmly closed and locked. Andrea was banging on the doors to let her out, but the driver was already on his way,. The passenger from the car behind, (which was the Audi from earlier in the day), got into Andrea’s car and followed them. It was completely black in the back of the van and the journey seemed to go on forever. The van slowed and pulled onto a country lane that was very uneven and bumpy. The lane was almost two miles long and led to a large house, with a gravel drive, a wood to one side and fields to the other. It was completely black and not a sound could be heard. The van parked with the doors facing the front of the house, the Audi parked next to it and Andrea’s car was parked 50 yards away. The men got out of their vehicles to be met by several other men. They were all part of a “rape gang” who select attractive women off the street for their pleasure and profit. The gang were 10 strong with 8 white men and two black men, one of the men was holding a professional TV camera. He was going to film the rape and show it live over the internet where 1000′s of people had subscribed in advance to watch. The men all gathered around the back of the van. “Right. Is that camera working and are we on line ?” “Yes we’re all ready here.” The doors were then opened and Andrea emerged from the back of the van squinting as the TV camera was shone in her face. She was still dressed in her office attire of a black jacket and skirt with a white silk blouse.

She stepped out and stood looking at the group of men who were all looking at her with lustful, perverted eyes. One of the men stepped forward, “What’s your name?” “Andrea.” she nervously replied. “Well Andrea as you may have guessed you are in a lot of trouble.” “Do you know what you have been bought here for?” “No, I don’t.” she whispered. “Well if you haven’t guessed yet we are all members of a rape gang, and everyone here wants to fuck your fanny, arse, mouth and anything else they can think of.”

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