Good Morning

I received a fun little story in my e-mail the other day that I want to share with the rest of you. One of my horny readers was inspired by a recent blog post to write this story and take things just a step farther than I did. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Warning: This story features a “softcore” depiction of a post-pubescent character under the age of 16.

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Good Morning
by Joe Stroker

The sun was just starting to break through the curtains as I awoke nestled next to my wife in our warm bed. I felt her breathing as we spooned together. Fourteen years of marriage and we still slept like newlyweds, cuddled all night long, holding her in my arms. I could feel her soft skin against my chest, both of us naked as we always slept in the summer.

I shifted slightly and could feel that my cock was showing off its usual morning hardness, pressed against my wife’s delectable ass. She wiggled her butt against me, already awake. I responded playfully, pulling her against me and kissing the back of her neck. She mewled happily and ground herself harder against me, turning my cock completely hard.

She lifted one leg slightly so she could reach between her legs and grab my rigid dick. She teasing it against her already wet pussy, making me think she might have been up for a little while already, maybe teasing herself until I awoke. Lightly rubbing my cock against her pussy lips, she sighed happily as I throbbed against her clit.

I shifted my hips back, positioning the head of my cock at the opening of her pussy and thrust slightly. Slowly, I eased myself into her as I reached around and cupped her beautiful breasts. She moaned softly and pushed back, helping my cock slide in deeper.

Bringing my hand down to her hip, I pushed harder, filling her completely. A slight groan escaped my lips as I felt her slick tightness around me. Slowly we began to quietly make love; little whispers of happiness the only noises betraying our sleepy lovemaking.

Just as I was about to begin thrusting harder, ready to take our play to another level, the door opened and our daughter came running in. Glad the sheets were covering our nakedness, my wife and I froze in place, me deep inside her.

As our daughter began asking her mother about what outfit to wear, I couldn’t help but notice what our girl was wearing. Her thin, almost transparent, nightgown did little to hide her developing charms. I was able to easily see that she was wearing only panties underneath, Her small breasts pushed against the fabric, two soft points that drew my eye instinctively.

Guiltily, I realized that her presence had done nothing to quench my hard-on, buried deep inside my wife. If anything, I had gotten harder, which I would have said wasn’t possible. I knew it was wrong, but being like this, caught in the act of fucking, still inside my wife as our daughter stood next to us, was strangely erotic. I could feel my cock throb.

I began to worry what my wife would think about me making no move to break us apart. I started to shift my hips back slightly. My wife’s pussy clenched, squeezing my cock, keeping me in place. I assumed she didn’t want to risk being caught, so I stayed still. I was shocked when she began moving slightly, squeezing my cock again and again, subtly but deliberately fucking me as our daughter stood two feet away.

I closed my eyes, trying not to laugh at how naughty my wife could be. After all these years she continued to surprise and delight me with her passion and love of sex. I quietly enjoyed the pleasure she was giving my rock hard cock.

It was only when she elbowed me that I realized they were asking me a question. “What?” I responded groggily.

“Honey, don’t you think our daughter is old enough to get some more grown up clothes?” my wife asked. My daughter smiled and looked expectantly at me. My brain tried to process the question as my wife’s warm pussy squeezed my cock again.

“Um, yeah, of course. If you think so,” I said distractedly.

“No, really, honey. Look at her. She’s really growing up, don’t you think? Sweetie,” she said to our daughter, “stand up straight and let Daddy get a good look at your body.” Again, she punctuated her words with squeezes on my cock.

Our daughter stood straight and proud, posing a little, obviously pleased with her mother’s words. “Like this, Mama?” she asked.

“Hmmmm, yes, sweetie…but that nightgown makes it hard to really tell. Maybe you should take it off.” Squeeze.

Our daughter gasped and stared at her mother. “But I’m only wearing underpants!” she protested.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” my wife said. Squeeze. “He’s your Daddy, it’s okay if he sees your body, sweetie. Now come on, off with it.” Squeeze.

I didn’t know what game my wife was playing, but her squeezes were driving me crazy. I wanted so badly to thrust deep inside her. I was so aroused.

Shyly, our daughter pulled off her nightgown, exposing her nearly naked body. I almost gasped at how perfect it was. He She looked so lithe and smooth.

“That’s better,” my wife said. Squeeze. “See, honey, she’s a proper young lady now, isn’t she? She needs new clothes.” Squeeze.

Unable to argue, I agreed. “You bet, hon. You should take her out shopping today.”

My daughter squealed and clapped, happily jumping up and down, each clap mirrored by a squeeze on my cock from her mother’s pussy. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

“Hmmmm,” my wife moaned, masking her pleasures as if she were thinking of something. “Well, I think we’re also going to have to do something about those undies.” Squeeze. “You’re too old for those little girl underwear, sweetie.” Squeeze. “In fact, hmmmm, you should really just…ummmm, take them off.” Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.

It slowly dawned on me that this little game wasn’t just for my benefit. She was wetter than I normally knew her to get. She was as turned on as I was with this naughty play, unseen though it was, in front of our daughter.

“Right here?” our daughter giggled.

“Hmmm, yes, sweetie. Right here.” Squeeze.

Our sweet daughter, looked at us both, a little playful smile on her lips as she slowly worked her white cotton underwear off her slim hips and down her smooth legs, exposing her young pussy to our gaze. “Like this?” She asked bashfully, but I could tell she was enjoying being the center of our attention.

The wispy fluff of pubic hair wasn’t enough to hide her little slit, but it did prove that she wasn’t our little girl any longer. I could tell that she was resisting her urge to be modest and cover herself.

“Isn’t our daughter lovely, hon?” my wife asked me. Squeeze. “Isn’t she just beautiful?” Squeeze. “You’re too mature for underpants, we need to get you some big girl panties. Okay sweetie…you go run along and get some breakfast. We’ll go to the mall as soon as it opens.” Squeeze.

Our daughter turned and walked, almost sauntered, out the door. Her naked ass swayed provocatively as she went out. With a growl, as the door swung closed, my wife slipped off my cock, spun around and pulled me to her.

“Fuck me, baby! Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck me right now!” she moaned.

I was like an animal, thrusting deep and hard into her cunt again and again.

“Oh my God, did you see our girl’s pussy, baby?” my wife panted. “Did you like that? Oh my fucking God, harder! Fuck me harder, oh, fuck me, Daddy!” she groaned.

With a final thrust I couldn’t hold back any more and emptied my balls deep inside her, feeling her cum with me, shaking as she moaned.

“Yessssss, Daddy! Oh, fuck, yes! Fll me up. Fill your little girl up with all your cum. Oh, fuck yes, yes, yes! Oh, fuck me, baby…oh, yesssssssssssss!”

We lay, sweaty and panting, amazed at what our naughty little game had done to us. I felt my cock slip out of her as I leaned back on one elbow. She put her hands to my chest and gave me a gentle push as she moved out from under me.

“Oh, you naughty, Daddy,” she giggled as she slid off the bed, her legs swinging out from under the sheet. “God, baby, mmmm. I need a shower if I’m going to the mall today.” She smiled and looked back at me as she stood. “Make sure you’re home later,” she said, walking to the bathroom. As she closed the door, she looked in my eyes, a playful smile on her lips. Her last words made my heart pound and my cock twitch: “When we get back, you won’t want to miss our fashion show.”

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Photo Spread

When Aunt Deb came over to babysit, and I showed her my new camera, I never expected to get a shot like this. I told my mom I was too old for a babysitter, but she insisted. And I’m glad she did. Aunt Deb was already a little tipsy when she showed up, and then she found the half a bottle of wine left in the fridge. She was acting all weird and giggly. She started asking me if I had a girlfriend and if I ever kissed a girl and stuff like that. A song she liked came on and she started dancing around all sexy and everything. She made me dance with her and I think she might have noticed the hard bulge in my jeans. When I showed Aunt Deb my camera, she told me to take her picture. She started posing all kinds of ways, then started grabbing her boobs and slapping her butt for some of the shots. Next thing I knew, she was pulling up her skirt and showing me everything down there. She said I was old enough to see a girl’s vagina. As I snapped the picture, she was saying it would be a good one for me to jerk off to later. When I asked her what jerk off meant, she told me to take my pants down and she’d teach me. Wow! I let mom know that it was okay for Aunt Deb to babysit from now on whenever she wanted!

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Stroke Break

Here’s a random thought I woke up with this morning: Now that some companies are providing lactation rooms to a very small minority of women who are nursing mothers, wouldn’t it only be fair to provide other types of rooms that all employees could make use of?

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I watch the new intern bending over while he puts another ream of printer paper away on the lower shelf. Someone should tell him those khakis are too tight for the workplace, but it won’t be me. He flashes me an innocent smile as he passes my desk on his way to his next menial task. I open my top drawer, take out my little blue dildo, and swing by Jill’s cubicle.

“I’m taking a stroke break, wanna cum?”

“Oh, darn it, I just got back from finger fucking myself. Come find me after lunch when you go for your afternoon wank.”

I head off a tad disappointed. I really enjoy watching how much Jill gets into it when she’s playing with herself, and her O-face always helps me get off. As soon as I see the door to the masturbation room my pussy immediately begins drooling like one of Pavlov’s dogs. My girl knows what’s coming. I pass through first door, then the inner door, and I’m immediately hit with the smell of spent sperm and hot pussy. I breathe it in and find my favorite spot on one of the sofas. It’s not only comfy but also gives me great view of the entire room.

Michelle from accounting is mounted on the sybian machine wearing a tight white tee and nothing else. Her hips gyrate sensuously as she fantasizes about one of her many dream lovers. She isn’t much to look at face-wise, but her body is a total smoke show. I’ve seen her spend almost an entire lunch hour riding that thing with her skirt scrunched around her waist, her blouse open and her bra up around her neck.

Jerry, the IT guy, watches Michelle as he slowly tugs his purple-headed hard-on. His cargo pants are bunched around his knees, and the elastic band of his tightie-whities slung under his ball sack. There’s a ball of tissue clenched in his free hand. His butt isn’t as tight as the intern’s, but I’ve seen Jerry blow his load before, and he can really pump out an impressive volume of jizz.

I hike up my skirt, pull down my pantyhose, and switch on my vibrator. Tom from marketing looks over from the low chair he’s reclining in and watches me rub my toy up and down along the provocative crease at the center of my panties. He gives me a smile and turns back to the porno he’s watching on his laptop. His fist moves up and down his well-lubed cock, and I enjoy seeing the way it glistens in the low light of the masturbation room. I pull the crotch of my panties aside and lightly tap the buzzing tip of my dildo against my clitty. Tingles spread all over.

In the corner opposite Michelle and the sybian, Judy is sprawled out on the bed. She’s a big gal with big tits, and, believe me, she knows how to use them. Judy’s pants and underwear are folded neatly at the foot of the bed. She’s on her tummy, a pillow tucked underneath her hips, while she reads one of the 50 Shades books (for the third time). I watch her ample ass flex and relax as she humps her pillow with grinding thrusts. You could always tell when she was about to cum because she reaches around and tickles her asshole to put her over the top.

I pull my panty hose off so I can spread my legs wider. My panties quickly follow. I open myself up and feel a perverse kind of freedom as I feed the dildo into my wet pussy. My phallic toy isn’t big, but it’s just enough for me to have something solid to grip onto while I fuck it. Jerry is now dividing his attention between Michelle and me. I wasn’t crazy about the masturbation room being co-ed at first, but I’ve grown to enjoy it to the point where now I wouldn’t want it any other way. Everyone is supposed to clean up after themselves when done, but I have to admit that I get an indecent thrill out of spotting the occasional nasty puddle of cum that sometimes gets left behind.

Spencer, a V.P. from the sixth floor, comes in. He’s tall, slim, good-looking, and very married. He scans the room as he goes to an unoccupied spot on our no-nonsense beige love seat. He doesn’t seem to notice Jerry or Tom, but his gaze does linger on Michelle, Judy, and me. I rub my clit, inviting his eyes to loiter on me just a little longer. He drops unzips his dress pants, takes out his semi-erect cock through the fly and jacks himself to full strength, sending the occasional glance my way as he does. I unbutton my top and pull out a tit. I tell myself it’s just for me, but I also want the illicit thrill of showing off in front of the boys.

Danielle, a notoriously bitchy project manager, comes striding in. I’d only seen her in the masturbation room once before. She was on the floor, stripped naked and on her knees, going at herself with just her long-nailed fingers like she was pissed off at her pussy something fierce. It looked like she was working off some serious stress that day. She spots Spencer and makes a bee-line for him.

“Product hasn’t gotten me those numbers yet. I needed them yesterday. If you expect–”

“C’mon, Dani,” he nods toward his substantial erection. “Not in here.”

She looks around as if only now realizing where she is. “I need those–”

“Dani, please. Just sit down and relax for a minute.” He pats the cushion next to him.

I pinch my nipple, curious to see what she will do. Jerry plays with the pre-cum slicked head of his cock while he watches the little drama play out as well.

Danielle stands with her arms crossed, scowling. That short haircut gives her features a harsh edge, but it’s kind of sexy in this lighting. She looks around once more, taking in the small group of masturbating colleagues, then noticeably relaxes. Michelle begins to moan and turns the machine up a few notches. Danielle lets her arms fall to her sides in resignation, revealing the fact that she was concealing a pair of very erect nipples poking up under her blouse. She sits down next to Spencer. He leans over and whispers something in her ear.

From the look on her face, she hadn’t liked whatever it was he’d said. I pull my toy out of my snatch, bring it up to my mouth and taste it. Tom notices this, smiles lewdly, then fills his palm with another helping of lube. By the time I look back toward Danielle, she’s massaging Spencer’s balls. The rules of the masturbation room are that you could only touch yourself, but no one looks like they’re going to complain. Our V.P. and dedicated family man closes his eyes, leans back, and strokes himself luxuriously, enjoying the tentative fondling. Danielle squirms, and I can tell this is something she’s wanted to do for a long time.

Loud noises come from the bed. Judy is humping faster. Her thighs and ass wobble freely. Suddenly she reaches around, pulls a cheek aside, and finds her asshole with a spit covered finger. The book has been abandoned. She has her face pressed into the mattress while she grunts through the final approach to what turns into another one of her patented, full-body orgasms. Every part of her goes limp the instant she finishes, and she just lies there like a heavily breathing corpse.

Jerry had been watching the fireworks and is now pulling himself more vigorously. He notices me looking at him and blushes. I pull out my dildo and spread my lips open wide, giving him a grossly gynecological view of my vagina. His eyes bulge and seconds later fat ropes of semen are jetting out of his cock onto the carpet, the wad of tissues in his hand forgotten. Michelle giggles when she sees what I’m doing and the effect it has on poor Jerry. We exchange devilish grins before returning our attention to our own pussies.

Spencer is whispering something else into Danielle’s ear, and she is shaking her head emphatically no. I notice that she’s taken over the stroking duties while I was distracted. Her hand moves methodically up and down his thick shaft. I’d always assumed she was a lessie. I suppose she still could be.

Walter, the old security guard from downstairs strolls in, passing Jerry, who is scurrying out now that he’s blown his rather substantial wad. Walter spots me, comes over to the sofa, fishes out his huge black cock, and sits down by my side.

“Mornin’, Rachael. That’s a fine lookin’ pussy you got there.”

“Hey, Walter. That’s a mighty nice cock you got there.”

He smiles broadly, enjoying our traditional greeting as much as I do. He takes out his tattered porn magazine featuring a collection of well-proportioned African-American women, spits on his hand, and goes to work on the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in real life.

I look up just in time to see Danielle getting onto the floor on all fours. This should be interesting. Spencer leans forward and peels her skirt up over her severe but sexy ass. I let out a little gasp when I see that she’s wearing stockings with suspenders and no panties. You never can tell what people are really like. Spencer rubs her hard-muscled buttocks, then finds her pussy. Without any further foreplay, he pushes his thumb into her opening, and Danielle shudders with pleasure. He pumps her slowly while using his fingers to apply rhythmic pressure to the area around her clit. I’m tempted to go get on my hands and knees next to her and let him use his other hand on me like that.

Michelle keeps her mouth clamped shut as she cums on the sybian machine. Usually she wasn’t shy about making some noise. I imagine she didn’t want to jinx the executive sex show we were being treated to. When Michelle’s silent orgasmic aftershocks subside, she turns the machine to the low setting and starts all over. I guess her supervisor must be out today. Judy is still lying on her face. I would have thought she’d fallen asleep, but I could see her finger still toying languidly with her butthole.

I can barely hear Danielle’s panting over the sounds of porn coming from Tom’s computer. He checks his watch and begins beating away at his fuck stick with purpose. His stroke break is almost over! Walter is making small, contented sounds that only I was close enough to hear.

“What would you do with a big ol’ set of titties like that?” he asks, showing me one of his favorite pages.

“Bet you’d like to slide that horse cock of yours in between those babies.”

“Don’t you know it, girl. Hehe.” Walter turns the page, spits, and goes back to work.

Tom suddenly jerks and I watch an arc of jizz shoot out of the end of his cock and land on his shirt. “Oh, shit,” he curses but finishes jacking himself to completion. As he starts trying to clean himself up, Judy rolls off the bed and unsteadily embarks on the difficult task of putting her pants back on. This is when Margaret comes shuffling in.

Margaret wears her long, gray hair up in a tight bun. She’s a year away from retirement, and ten years out of style. I’ve never seen her in the masturbation room before, and she looks like she’s a little lost. This could be one awkward senior moment. I’m surprised when she crosses to the file cabinet along the left wall and retrieves a 16” double-headed dildo from it. I never used any of the communal toys before, but she apparently wasn’t a stranger to them. You learn something new every day. She strips down almost naked, leaving on her bra. This seems strange since she couldn’t have been much more than a small pair of a-cups. Modesty can take the strangest forms. She was no spring chicken, but she had a decent body for a woman her age. When she settles in on her back and spreads her legs, I’m amused to see that she’s completely bald down there. I’m also a little disappointed by this as I was hoping to find out if the carpet matched the drapes at her age. Margaret unceremoniously shoves the big end of the floppy rubber toy in her pussy and begins vigorously plumbing her depths with it. This room has become just about my favorite place in the world.

I had been switching between fucking myself with my little toy and caressing my clit with it. I have both my modest tits out by this point, and my free hand is moving back and forth from one stiff nip to the other. I can feel my climax mounting, but I do my best not to let it come too fast. I watch Spencer thumb-fucking Danielle the super-bitch while he tugs his lovely length of man meat. I suspect his wife has no idea how her husband spends his mornings. I can’t be too judgmental in this regard, my husband has no clue I indulge in these group masturbation sessions at work at least twice a day. The inner door flies open, and Jill comes storming in.

“Fuck Nancy and the broom she rode in on,” she growls and sits down on the floor in front of me. “She wants me to re-format all the quarterly reports after she already signed off two days ago!” As she gripes, Jill pulls up her dress and yanks down her flimsy thong panties. I noticed a lot more of the women around the office wearing skirts and dresses since they put in the masturbation room. Jill jams two fingers roughly into her twat. “Can you believe that see-you-next-Tuesday?”

“Need to let off a little steam?” I say with a smirk. It cracks me up that she can spread her legs and masturbate in front of room full of people, but she can’t bring herself to say the word cunt.

“I’m going to let off more than that. Toss me a towel.”

I reach behind me and grab one of the small hand towels from the stack and hand it to her. She arranges it under her butt, then goes right back to pounding herself with a vengeance.

“I could use one of them towels myself, princess?” I hand one to Walter and can’t help but marvel yet again at the size of his cock. I can’t imagine fitting that thing inside me, but it would be interesting to try.

Jill fixates on my pussy like a hungry animal. She claims she would never have sex with a woman, but the only thing she ever wants to do when we’re in the masturbation room together is stare at my pussy while she fingers herself. I don’t mind at all. I love watching her also. She has this spastic, two-handed technique that is absolutely adorable. I always got the feeling that one of these days she was just going to lunge at me and bury her face in my pussy. If I was ever going to do anything with another woman, I decided it would be Jill. I suck the juices off my small dildo again, giving my jerk-off buddy an unobstructed view of my wet and swollen pussy. She licks her lips and smacks her clit with a few loud slaps.

“Hmmph.” Walter lurches next to me, and I turn in time to see a small helping of pearly liquid spill from his cum slit. I’m always surprised me to see such a huge dick produce such a small amount of jizz. “Whew,” he sighs and slumps in his seat. It will be another minute or so before his erection softens enough for him to be able to tuck it away and go out in public.

“Cum on my ass,” Danielle demands through gritted teeth. She’s actively fucking her V.P.’s hand while he fists his cock with practiced ease. Using a controlled thrust of his hips, he lays down a perfect bead of sperm-infused semen along the crack of Danielle’s ass from the base of her spine to the puckered star of her anus. This apparently does it for her, and she bears down hard, cumming with a series of sharp barking cries. I’m close to doing the same myself.

Movement on the bed catches my eye. Margaret is sitting up, lost in her own private world. She still has the big end of the double dildo crammed in her mature pussy, and she’s now sucking on the other end. It looks like she’s engaged in a very passionate bout of auto-fellatio; sucking her own cock while also fucking herself with it. I’ve never seen anything like it and I’m instantly turned on even more than ever by this kinky sight.

Walter heaves himself up off the sofa. “Aren’t you going to stay until I cum?” I pout. “I’m almost there.”

“Sorry, princess, have to be gettin’ back.” He gives me a two-fingered salute. “You ladies enjoy yourselves.”

Jill never acknowledges him, instead remaining intently focused on my cooch. I almost want to just mash it in her face and give her what she really wants. Instead, I once again insert my vibrator, suddenly wishing I had something bigger to ram in there. I think about rummaging in the communal toy drawer, but don’t want to interrupt my flow. Plus, unlike Margaret, I couldn’t use a dildo that had been in someone else’s cunny. Jill is saying something under her breath, talking dirty to herself. I’m never able to make out her words when she does this, but I somehow know it has something to do with me. I’m dying to know what she’s muttering.

“Fuck, yes!” Margaret cries out. She’s gripping her dong with both hands and plunging it in and out of her cunt with a look of euphoric ecstasy that transforms her wrinkled face into a vision of sublime happiness. “Give me that cock, Daddy, you fucking piece of shit.” The old gal was working something out, that’s for sure.

Michelle starts into her falsetto moan that I have come to look forward to. Danielle is down on her elbows, her ass in the air, while Spencer watches his spooge run down over her asshole, along the wet channel between her distended pussy lips, and drip onto the carpet. Then Jill gets going.

“Oh, shit,” she blurts. “I’m gonna cum. I’m coming, Rachael. Cum with me! Make that beautiful pussy cum.” Jill’s ass is up off the floor. She’s in a position that strongly suggests she’s offering up her cunt to me. All I had to do was lean forward and I could wrap my lips around that plump little clit of hers.

I’m unable to hold out any longer. I drop the vibrator and fill my pussy hole with two fingers, matching Jill’s DIY style. We both finger fuck ourselves for all we’re worth, knowing everyone else in the room is watching us. I had the pleasure of watching all of them, so now it’s my turn to give back. I pull my nipple, stretching my tit with painful delight. My high-pitched squeal harmonizes with Jill’s throatier extended moan.

She cums first. There’s no doubt about it because a rush of opalescent cunt cream streams out of her pussy as her asshole spasms uncontrollably. I’ve seen her do this dozens of times and it still drives me wild. My jaw clenches, my pussy clenches, my ass clenches, and I cum like a screaming mental patient with electrodes attached to my clit. We finally get quiet just in time to hear Michelle go off in her own corner of the room, bouncing up and down on the churning sybian like she’s about to win the Kentucky Derby.

When she eventually winds down, Spencer applauds. “Nicely done ladies. Very nicely done.” He comes toward me, reaches past and plucks a towel from the pile behind my head. His not-quite-limp cock sways enticingly close to my face. He returns to Danielle and begins cleaning his spunk from her ass.

Rick, a cute but diminutive customer service guy, slinks in and finds a chair. He’s too shy to look around at anyone else, which is a shame. I’m sure I look especially sexy splayed out on the sofa, my hair all over the place, and my engorged puss dripping juices everywhere. Rick gets his already hard cock out, lubes it, then takes a cylindrical object out of his bag. He positions the Fleshlight over the tip of his small, drastically curved cock, and pushes it down. He continues to keep his eyes to himself as he pinches his scrotum and pulls it taut. My husband would punch me square in the face if I ever tried that on him. But Rick seems to enjoy it as he cranks the fake pussy up and down on his elfin prick. God, I love being able to watch guys jerk off.

Jill kicks my foot, rousing me. “C’mon slut, we have to at least do something today.”

“Do we?” I whine. “You’re no fun.” She knows I mean the exact opposite of that.

I watch her mop up the remainder of the lady cum from between her legs while Margaret continues making love to her double-dong, and Rick’s rubber pussy makes slurpy sounds as he does his best to impregnate the thing. Spencer and Danielle have already left. I wait until Jill begins untangling her pink thong before I stir. I have my own challenge trying to straighten out my pantyhose. I give up, tossing them in the trash atop all the spooge-infused tissues, and pull on my panties, which immediately become damp. I’ve found myself driving home with wet panties just about every day since they opened up the masturbation room.

Jake and Mitch come in as Jill and I head for the door. They’re both barely a year out of college, and every young skank in the building is after them. They’re not gay, but they like to visit the masturbation room together for a bit of friendly competition. They’ve always got some kind of contest going. Who can cum the fastest? Who can shoot the farthest? Who can nut the most times during their fifteen minute break? I desperately want to stay and witness the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Jill grabs my hand and drags me toward the exit. I don’t fail to notice on my way out that Michelle is back on the low setting and gearing up for another race. You’ve got to admire that level of dedicated stamina.

I pass Sylvia on the way back to my desk. She spots the dildo in my hand and gives me a disgusted sneer. The uptight old cow probably has cobwebs in her pussy. I put my toy away and try to remember what I needed to do next. I hear Jennifer’s voice before I make any progress.

“Hey, Rachael, just back from the Comfort Room, I see.” That’s what she had to call it as the H.R. Manager. “Sorry I missed you. Stuck in an awful meeting about insurance coverages for next year. You going back in for your afternoon break?”

“You know me well enough by now that you don’t have to ask.” I love the twinkle she gets in her eye when she smiles.

“Good, because remember that thing I was telling you I wanted to get?”

She had told me she wanted to practice so her fiancé could ass fuck her on their wedding night. “You mean the butt plug?”

“Shhh!” she looks around to make sure no one overheard, then continues in an excited whisper. “Yes, the butt plug. Fed Ex delivered it this morning. I want to try it out today, and I want you do it with me?”

“You know I love you to pieces, Jennifer, but I’m not going to share a butt plug with you.”

“No, eww, no! I got one for you, too. Promise you’ll try it with me.”

“Oh, wow. Wasn’t expecting to lose my virginity back there today, but…sure – why not?”

She does a silent clap, barely containing her anticipation. “Okay, I’ll come get you around 3:00. Can’t wait!” I watch her sweet ass turn and go too quickly to fully enjoy. Plenty of time for that later, I suppose.

Damn, Jill is going end up fucking herself inside out when she sees me and Jennifer trying butt plugs for the first time. Forget Jill, I’m going to be a horny mess myself until it happens. I check Outlook and see that my boss is scheduled in a budget meeting for another half hour. I sneak my little blue dildo out of my drawer. Maybe if I hurry I can catch the end of the competition (which is always the best part anyway).

I slip through the inner door of the masturbation room, and that rank smell of sweat and sex hits me once again. Love it! Michelle is up off her knees and now squatting over the machine, impaling herself mercilessly on the vertical pink attachment. Wes from sales is on the sofa spanking the monkey with one hand and holding the crotch of my discarded pantyhose to his nose with the other. Margaret is spread-eagle on the bed, the double-dildo lying inert between her legs, but still firmly planted deep in her granny hole. Most importantly, Jake and Mitch are completely naked in the center of the room. They’re facing one another, each standing on one foot, and both whacking off left-handed with Olympic ferocity.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” I say to myself and drop my panties right where I stand.

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NOTE: I just published this over at Lush. If you have time, please go there and give me a big fat 5 vote! Some douche already dinged me with a lousy 4 vote right out of the gate. Haters gonna hate, hate, hate. I just gotta shake it off, shake it off!

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Allie Oops!

Allie: Oops! I didn’t mean to send that to you!!
Pete: You shouldn’t be sending pictures like that to anyone!
Allie: Sorry, Daddy!
Pete: Who was it supposed to be for?
Allie: My Calculus teacher. Only way I’m going to pass.
Pete: Haha, NOT funny, young lady.
Allie: So embarrassed right now! Just delete it and forget this happened!!
Pete: At least I know my little girl doesn’t have any tattoos yet.
Allie: I might have one somewhere you can’t see in the pic.
Pete: I’ll just have to wait for you to “accidentally” send me a shot of your butt.
Allie: It really WAS an accident!
Pete: If you say so. You truly are a beautiful girl, sweetheart.
Allie: Daddy! Stop making fun of me!
Pete: Do me a favor – see if you can get your mom to shave down there like you.
Allie: Ew, no way! And, pleeeease don’t tell mom about this!
Pete: I won’t tell her…if I get that accidental butt pic.
Allie: Are you blackmailing your own daughter?
Pete: I’ve got to get something out of this.
Allie: You already have a naked picture of me!
Pete: And I’ll treasure it always.
Allie: OMG, Dad – I never knew you were such a perv!
Pete: Hey, I’m not the one sending you dirty pics!
Allie: Maybe you should. If you “accidentally” sent me a dick pic, we’d be even.
Pete: Sounds fair. I’ll get to work on that right now.
Allie: Kewl. BTW, I like when they’re big and hard. I love you, Daddy!
Pete: Love you, too, sweetheart.