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I sat in my car and blew out a sigh as I tried to get my mind right to head inside for work. It was my Friday then I was going to be off for the next three days. I couldn’t wait. These last four days may have went by very quickly but they tired me out. It had been a stressful week for me. I was a tech support analyst for a telecommunications firm and I worked the night shift.
Usually on night shift, things are easy. You do your work with no one from management bothering you about other mundane details. People leave you alone and that’s how I liked it. But this past week, I’d been involved in three major, high-visibility tickets that management had been on our asses about. The issues got resolved and I got plenty of attaboys but all I wanted was to be home once my shift ended.
It wasn’t like I had anything to do when I was home. I didn’t have much of a social life. I guess I’m a bit of a nerd. I like comic books, video games, and playing on the computer. Because I worked weekends and nights, I didn’t get out much. You can’t get into too much trouble being off in the middle of the week.
It suited me fine. I had my fun. I might be a bit of a geek but I’m a nice guy and sometimes that’s all it takes with the ladies. I read a lot and sometimes I like to go to bars with a book and read. I know it sounds funny but books can be great conversation starters. I’ve met more than a few lovlies with a good book in my hand.
I’ve tried parlaying my love for reading into writing. I’ve found it to be a very nice outlet for me. I love urban erotica and I try to write hot short stories. I think I have a pretty erotic mind. They say sex is 80% mental and 20% physical. I agree with that somewhat. I hope one day to put all of my short stories together into a book.
I walked into the center and down the rows of cubicles to my desk and sat my backpack down. There were six others who were just coming on shift also and talking with the current shift members. I sat down and fired up my computer. I grinned to myself. While I sat in my car before coming in, an idea for a very hot story came to me. When things slowed down tonight, I was going to work on it.
I know it sounds weird and it might eventually get me into trouble, but I seem to do my best work here at my desk. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s the downtime. I mean, it’s not like I’m watching porn or anything like that so I honestly don’t see how I can get in trouble. However, I don’t want any prying eyes to see what I’m writing so I’m careful.
I heard a giggle and I looked up over my monitors. I saw this chick talking to one of her colleagues. She worked in another section in the call center but this was all pretty much one big room. I allowed my eyes to wash over her as she smiled at her colleague. Shawty was short and thick with fantastic curves. She was dressed in typical garb for the weekend duty, jeans and sneakers with a company polo shirt. But that body couldn’t be denied. Her face had a rich smooth cafe au lait complexion with big brown eyes and she wore her hair in a ponytail. Her name was Lydia from what I had seen on her cubicle nameplate. From what I’ve seen of her, I didn’t believe she wasn’t married (no ring) but six months ago she had a baby.
She turned and saw me gawking at her and her smile disappeared. This turned into a hostile glare and I averted my eyes. I got the distinct feeling that she didn’t have any love for me. Fortunately we didn’t have much interaction since she worked in a different section than I did.
I pulled up our ticketing system and pulled up my list of assigned tickets. It would be a light load tonight. I blew out a sigh of relief. I pulled up each of my tickets and did a cursory read-through to figure out which ones would be easiest to work first. After getting my gameplan for tonight together, I opened a text document and started thinking of a title for my story. I’d write until the calls started coming in to work on my tickets.
A couple of hours went past and I was on a roll with my story. I laughed to myself at how hot it was. There were a few websites I frequented that I like reading stories from and I couldn’t wait to post my own on there. By 4am, I was pretty much done with the story. I had worked a few tickets in between writing and my workload had been cut down significantly. I could relax a bit now. I looked over my monitor again and saw Lydia. She gave me an odd look and then went back to her work. I wondered why she disliked me so much. I shook my head and got up to go to the bathroom. After that, I went to the break area to get myself a soda.
I think I was gone from my desk maybe ten minutes. When I came back, there was a folded up sheet of paper on my keyboard. I frowned and picked it up. I opened it and read the short note:
You know you should really be careful about what you leave up on your monitor for people to see. Text me, (240) 575-2214. Lydia
I had a confused look on my face after reading it then looked at my monitor. Alarm bells went off in my head as I realized I had left my story up for anyone to see. I didn’t even think about locking my computer or minimizing the file when I left my desk. I swallowed hard as I sat down. I half-peaked over my monitor at Lydia’s desk and saw her staring at me harshly with those big beautiful brown eyes. I shrunk back and looked down. I just knew she was going to bust me. Then I sat there and thought about it. What have I done wrong? She had nothing on me. I knew she wouldn’t have tried to email my story to herself because that would’ve gotten herself in trouble.
I pulled out my cell phone and sent her a text. “I got your note Lydia. What can I do for you?” I said. Her reply was immediate.
"Yes I see. You need to be more careful about what you have on your computer." she replied.
"And what is it that I need to be careful about Lydia? A text file? That I transmitted to no one?" I sent back.
A couple of minutes went by as I waited for her reply. I looked over my monitor at her desk again but I couldn’t see her.
"Well, it’s not a good look. What if one of the supervisors came by and saw what you were writing? I really should report you to Security." she replied.
I glared and responded. “What do you want?”
"Hmm. Good question. Just like your story.." she replied back.
"Oh you like my story huh? Did you read it all?"
"Yes I did. And no, I didn’t like your story. I loved it."
I stared slack-jawed at my phone. I was taken back with that reply.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. That was some of the hottest stuff I’ve ever read. You have a pretty nasty mind don’t you?"
"Yes, I guess you can say that."
I heard footsteps coming towards my cubicle. I looked up and saw Lydia’s smiling face. “C’mon Eric, let’s go for a walk.” she said, walking past my desk.
I got up and looked around with a solemn look on my face then followed her. Once we were in the hallway, we went to a secluded area and she turned to me. She showed me a pic on her cell phone. It was a pic of my story on my monitor.
"I could email this to Security and tell them what you’ve been doing on company property." she said. Her statement had the desired effect. I started sweating bullets.
How long have you been writing?” she asked.
"Not too long. Probably about six months." I replied nervously.
"Do you have a blog or something?"
"Yes. I’ll text you the address when I get back to my desk."
"Cool. Thanks."
"No problem."
We both silently walked back to our perspective cubicles and I texted her my blog’s address. She thanked me and I didn’t hear from her again for the rest of the night. I was really nervous when my shift was over. I didn’t know what this chick wanted but I knew she could get me in a ton of trouble.
As I lay in my bed that morning, I wished like crazy for sleep to come but I was thorougly stressed out by what happened at work. My cell phone rang. I gulped when I saw Lydia’s number show up on the caller ID. I reluctantly answered it.
"Can’t sleep?" she said by way of greeting.
"No, I can’t. You have me in quite the conundrum." I replied.
"I’m sorry. But I can’t help myself. Your stories are the bomb. You should work harder on that book." she said.
"Thanks for your support. I might need to write one after you get me fired." I said in exasperation.
She giggled and said, “Relax Eric. I’m not going to do that. But I do like your work and I want to continue reading your stories.”
"Did you check out my blog?" I asked.
"I sure did. That’s why I called. You’ve gotten me so wound up I can’t go to sleep." she said.
I didn’t know what to say to that. “You don’t have a boyfriend or something? A beautiful woman like you I’m sure has someone to take care of her needs.” I suggested.
"No, I dont have a boyfriend and no my c***d’s father is not in the picture." she said, anticipating my next question.
An awkward silence followed. After a minute, she said “Well, I’m going to play with my pussy until I cum then I’m going to sleep. I just wanted to tell you, good job. Keep it up. Sweet dreams”. She then hung up.
My dick got rock hard at the thought of Lydia’s juicy pussy spouting cum from her playing with it. I decided I needed to rub one off myself. I reached over to my nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. I squeezed a dollop into my hand then slathered it along the shaft of my throbbingly hard aching dick. I closed my eyes and an image of Lydia lying naked beside me emerged. We were both self-pleasuring, too afraid to touch each other. Lydia slid her swollen clit between her two middle fingers with an up and down motion. Her nipples were stiff and elongated. Her moans were soft and passionate. She watched me move my hand up and down my member. My fat mushroom head throbbed in anticipation of spitting out a torrent of cum.
"Let’s cum together." she breathed as she watched and knew I was ready to let go.
I squeezed my eyes tighter and jacked faster as I felt the cum begin to erupt from my loins.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhh!!!" I screamed as gobs of baby batter jetted forth all over my hand. My dick pulsed with every burst. It soon softened in my hand as my fantasy ended. I opened my eyes and looked at the mess I made. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Once I did, I went back to bed. I let out a long sigh then closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
A few hours later, I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at it and saw it was Lydia.
Reluctantly, I answered the call.
"Hi Lydia." I said, yawning.
"Hi there sleepyhead. When do you plan to get out of bed?" Lydia asked.
"Why? I don’t have anywhere to be. I’m tired."
"Must be nice. I have to work tonight."
"Sucks for you huh? When are you off again?"
"Thursday and Friday."
"It’s nice to have a weekend off. Any big plans?"
"Nope. Just home with the baby."
"I see. That’s too bad. You should get a sitter and go out. Have some fun."
"I’ll take that under advisement."
I was quiet for a minute. I didn’t know why she called me. Maybe she wanted to phone bone. That wasn’t my speed though and I wasn’t volunteering.
"Why don’t you have a boyfriend? I’m sure you have guys up in your face all of the time." I asked.
"I’m tired of being lied to. Tired of being played. I love my baby but she was a mistake. Her father said all the right things but when I told him she was coming, he disappeared on me." she said. I was quiet as I marinated on all of this. "So yes, I have trust issues when it comes to men. I keep my heart at bay." she continued.
"I understand that." I said, nodding my head.
"Let me ask you something." she said. "These stories. Are they based on some kind of reality? Or fantasy?"
I stared thoughtfully into space before I answered her question. “I’ve done a few things. But mostly it’s all fiction. I guess that means it’s mostly my fantasies.” I said.
"So you love to eat pussy." she guessed. "I noticed in your stories how vividly you describe that act. But have you ever eaten any pussy?"
"Yes I have. And yes, you’re right. I do love doing that." I told her.
"Hmmm." she said with a wicked grin on her face.
"I can picture the wheels spinning in your head right now." I laughed.
"That’s good. Because you can guess what I’m thinking." Lydia said huskily.
"Enlighten me." I said.
Lydia just smiled. “Stay tuned.” she said and ended the call.
I looked at my phone then lay back down in the bed. I really didn’t want to get up. I didn’t have anywhere to be and I had nothing planned for tonight. I closed my eyes again….
I awoke with a start at the sound of my cell phone ringing again. I stared at it stupidly and attempted to shake the sleep from my head. I clumsily picked it up and answered the call. Once again, it was Lydia.
"Wake up sleepyhead." she greeted.
I glanced at my phone and noted the time. It was after 12am.
"Why are you calling me this late?" I asked without trying to hide how annoyed I was.
"Because I need something from you." she said.
"Such as?" I asked.
"You don’t live too far from here do you? Come up here and find out." she suggested.
"To work?" I asked incredulously then shook my head vehemently. "Nah. I don’t think so. When I’m off I don’t go near that place."
"Oh for me you can make an exception, I’m sure. I still have this pic on my phone you know." she said.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. She knew she had me. I sighed then asked, “When?”
"I’m going to take a break in about an hour. So be up here at around 1am. Call me when you’re parked." she said then ended the call.
I looked at my phone then lay back down in the bed, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into. I got up, found some jeans and a t-shirt to put on and got dressed. By the time I was dressed, it was 130am. I grabbed my keys and headed to the job. When I got there and parked, I sent Lydia a text saying that I was there. She replied telling me to come inside and go to the breakroom nearest my cubicle. I wearily grabbed my badge and started walking towards the building.
It was a cool fall morning, cool enough for me to wear a jacket. I had left my place in such a hurry that I completely forgot. As I walked towards the building entrance, I hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone. Not that anyone else really gave a shit why I was there. Most people here working nights stayed to themselves and outside of the shifts, no one really knew each other’s schedule. Maybe this is what Lydia was counting on.
I made my way to the break room Lydia indicated and I sat down in one of the chairs. I then texted her that I was there. She replied saying she’d be there in a few. I sat there nervously wringing my hands. After a few minutes, she came into the break room. I gasped. She was wearing a jean jacket with a white blouse and a tight jean skirt. Her thick delicious legs jutted out beautifully from the skirt and she wore some black high heel sandals.
"Come with me." she ordered and I got up and followed her. My eyes were glued to her ass as she walked in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight and all of my stressing disappeared.
We went down the hallway a bit and stopped at a door. The sign nearby said it was the training room. I gave Lydia a quizzical look and she produced a key then opened the door. “I’m in charge of training for my group.” she explained. “I set up all of the classes so the instructors have to sign this key out from me.” She entered the room and I followed. Once inside, she locked the door.
"So." I said, turning to her. "Wassup?"
Lydia took off her jacket then walked slowly and seductively to the desk at the front of the room. She turned towards me then hiked up her skirt around her hips. My eyes got big as shit as I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Lydia sat on top of the desk and put one foot up on it, her thick thighs spread wide. She had a fat, juicy, shaved pussy that she now squeezed between her thumb and forefinger. It made her juicy lips and clit stick out.
My eyes were locked on that kittykat as I slowly made my way towards her. When I got close to her, I pulled up a chair and sat down so that my face was at direct level with her crotch. She softly grabbed the back of my head and coaxed it on home to her lovepie. I closed my eyes and indulged myself with her scent. I rubbed my nose along the side of her vulva and nuzzled the flesh thereof. She smelled so good and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I sucked her thigh meat and relished the taste of her sweat. I turned my attention back to her quivering pussy and dove right in. My tongue dove deep inside her soaking wet vagina and lapped up all of her juices trickling forth. I suckled the sweet flesh of her labia, slurping them in and out of my mouth. Lydia’s hand grabbed at the back of my head as she threw back her head in pleasure. She knew she had to be silent and she struggled to keep her composure. Her first orgasm had built up and was ready to blast off like a rocket ship.
"Dayum boi." she breathed. "You got me ready to cum already."
Her hands shook on my head and her thighs trembled. I softly sucked on the hood of her clit and that set her off.
"Oooh shit." she moaned as quietly as she could as her cum came in quick bursts from her pussy. I caught all of them in my face and I wallowed my face deeper into her flesh. She now grabbed the back of my head with both hands. I wielded my tongue like a sword and penetrated her hole deeply. She fucked herself on my face and gushed more juice on me. When she finally released my head, my face was covered in her juices.
"Wow." she said softly, staring at me with a look of unadulterated lust. I stood up and she noticed the huge bulge in my jeans.
"Dayum." she said and got up off the desk. She squatted down in front of me and began to undo my jeans. She opened the fly and pushed down my boxer briefs to release my b**st. She took my thick, curved seven inch mushroom headed dick in her hands. Her mouth opened in wonder as she stroked it. I was dizzy as hell from the sensation, like all of the blood from my head had gone straight to my dick.
"My, my, my. Baby, your dick is perfect for me. Nice and thick, and just long enough for me." she whispered. She looked up at me. "This is going to make my pussy feel very good isn’t it?"
I nodded meekly and smiled. Lydia closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She wrapped her full luscious lips around my dickhead and I almost lost it. Her warm wet mouth felt so good. She didn’t try to suck it too deep; she concentrated on the head. She slurped it like a fat Tootsie Roll pop that she wanted to see how many licks it took to get to the center of.
She stuffed more of my dick into her mouth, cramming half of it down. That was all she wanted in there. Her tongue flicked all around the shaft and drool seeped from her mouth as she sucked. It felt wonderful. Then she stopped and stood up. She somehow produced a condom from her blouse and ripped it open. She gently applied the prophylactic onto my dick and turned around. She put a knee up on the dick and smacked her generous ass.
I didn’t need any more guidance. I rubbed my dickhead up and down her slit, letting her juices coat it and I slid into her lotus flower bomb. Her sugarwalls sucked my dick in to the hilt and massaged it lovingly. She threw back her head with a silent pleasurable scream and I grabbed hold of her shoulders. I started fucking with a rhythm and she threw her pussy back at me. Our bodies came together with a loving crush.
"Ooooooh fucccckkkk!!!" she whispered harshly. "I can’t stop cummmmiiiiinnnngggg!!!
I grabbed her hips and began to pound her backside mercilessly. A huge nut was building up and my balls were ready to release it. Lydia simply laid her head on the desk and submitted to my will. Her soft ass jiggled with each thrust and my heavy balls slapped at her clit. Her juices splashed abundantly.
"Fuck baby, I’m gonna cuuuuuuuummmmmmm!!!!" I threw back my head now, my mouth open wide with my own silent scream. My nut emptied with force into the condom as her pussy milked every drop I had.
I collapsed onto her back and we both stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing hard. I finally pulled back and sat down in the chair. She turned around and wearily sat down in my lap. We looked at each other and giggled.
Lydia kissed my forehead then got up. She regained her composure and straightened herself up. I got myself together as well.
She went to the door and opened, peeking outside. There was no one in the hallway. She motioned for me to come on and we both exited the room. She locked the door and she left me to head back to her desk. I went down the stairs out to my car.
When I got inside, I received a text from her. It said that I had “earned my freedom” from her and that she wouldn’t report me to Security. I laughed and texted her back my thanks. She then replied and asked if I could be her maintenance man. A big shit-eating grin came across my face as I drove off. I was gonna love that job.
END
Usually on night shift, things are easy. You do your work with no one from management bothering you about other mundane details. People leave you alone and that’s how I liked it. But this past week, I’d been involved in three major, high-visibility tickets that management had been on our asses about. The issues got resolved and I got plenty of attaboys but all I wanted was to be home once my shift ended.
It wasn’t like I had anything to do when I was home. I didn’t have much of a social life. I guess I’m a bit of a nerd. I like comic books, video games, and playing on the computer. Because I worked weekends and nights, I didn’t get out much. You can’t get into too much trouble being off in the middle of the week.
It suited me fine. I had my fun. I might be a bit of a geek but I’m a nice guy and sometimes that’s all it takes with the ladies. I read a lot and sometimes I like to go to bars with a book and read. I know it sounds funny but books can be great conversation starters. I’ve met more than a few lovlies with a good book in my hand.
I’ve tried parlaying my love for reading into writing. I’ve found it to be a very nice outlet for me. I love urban erotica and I try to write hot short stories. I think I have a pretty erotic mind. They say sex is 80% mental and 20% physical. I agree with that somewhat. I hope one day to put all of my short stories together into a book.
I walked into the center and down the rows of cubicles to my desk and sat my backpack down. There were six others who were just coming on shift also and talking with the current shift members. I sat down and fired up my computer. I grinned to myself. While I sat in my car before coming in, an idea for a very hot story came to me. When things slowed down tonight, I was going to work on it.
I know it sounds weird and it might eventually get me into trouble, but I seem to do my best work here at my desk. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s the downtime. I mean, it’s not like I’m watching porn or anything like that so I honestly don’t see how I can get in trouble. However, I don’t want any prying eyes to see what I’m writing so I’m careful.
I heard a giggle and I looked up over my monitors. I saw this chick talking to one of her colleagues. She worked in another section in the call center but this was all pretty much one big room. I allowed my eyes to wash over her as she smiled at her colleague. Shawty was short and thick with fantastic curves. She was dressed in typical garb for the weekend duty, jeans and sneakers with a company polo shirt. But that body couldn’t be denied. Her face had a rich smooth cafe au lait complexion with big brown eyes and she wore her hair in a ponytail. Her name was Lydia from what I had seen on her cubicle nameplate. From what I’ve seen of her, I didn’t believe she wasn’t married (no ring) but six months ago she had a baby.
She turned and saw me gawking at her and her smile disappeared. This turned into a hostile glare and I averted my eyes. I got the distinct feeling that she didn’t have any love for me. Fortunately we didn’t have much interaction since she worked in a different section than I did.
I pulled up our ticketing system and pulled up my list of assigned tickets. It would be a light load tonight. I blew out a sigh of relief. I pulled up each of my tickets and did a cursory read-through to figure out which ones would be easiest to work first. After getting my gameplan for tonight together, I opened a text document and started thinking of a title for my story. I’d write until the calls started coming in to work on my tickets.
A couple of hours went past and I was on a roll with my story. I laughed to myself at how hot it was. There were a few websites I frequented that I like reading stories from and I couldn’t wait to post my own on there. By 4am, I was pretty much done with the story. I had worked a few tickets in between writing and my workload had been cut down significantly. I could relax a bit now. I looked over my monitor again and saw Lydia. She gave me an odd look and then went back to her work. I wondered why she disliked me so much. I shook my head and got up to go to the bathroom. After that, I went to the break area to get myself a soda.
I think I was gone from my desk maybe ten minutes. When I came back, there was a folded up sheet of paper on my keyboard. I frowned and picked it up. I opened it and read the short note:
You know you should really be careful about what you leave up on your monitor for people to see. Text me, (240) 575-2214. Lydia
I had a confused look on my face after reading it then looked at my monitor. Alarm bells went off in my head as I realized I had left my story up for anyone to see. I didn’t even think about locking my computer or minimizing the file when I left my desk. I swallowed hard as I sat down. I half-peaked over my monitor at Lydia’s desk and saw her staring at me harshly with those big beautiful brown eyes. I shrunk back and looked down. I just knew she was going to bust me. Then I sat there and thought about it. What have I done wrong? She had nothing on me. I knew she wouldn’t have tried to email my story to herself because that would’ve gotten herself in trouble.
I pulled out my cell phone and sent her a text. “I got your note Lydia. What can I do for you?” I said. Her reply was immediate.
"Yes I see. You need to be more careful about what you have on your computer." she replied.
"And what is it that I need to be careful about Lydia? A text file? That I transmitted to no one?" I sent back.
A couple of minutes went by as I waited for her reply. I looked over my monitor at her desk again but I couldn’t see her.
"Well, it’s not a good look. What if one of the supervisors came by and saw what you were writing? I really should report you to Security." she replied.
I glared and responded. “What do you want?”
"Hmm. Good question. Just like your story.." she replied back.
"Oh you like my story huh? Did you read it all?"
"Yes I did. And no, I didn’t like your story. I loved it."
I stared slack-jawed at my phone. I was taken back with that reply.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. That was some of the hottest stuff I’ve ever read. You have a pretty nasty mind don’t you?"
"Yes, I guess you can say that."
I heard footsteps coming towards my cubicle. I looked up and saw Lydia’s smiling face. “C’mon Eric, let’s go for a walk.” she said, walking past my desk.
I got up and looked around with a solemn look on my face then followed her. Once we were in the hallway, we went to a secluded area and she turned to me. She showed me a pic on her cell phone. It was a pic of my story on my monitor.
"I could email this to Security and tell them what you’ve been doing on company property." she said. Her statement had the desired effect. I started sweating bullets.
How long have you been writing?” she asked.
"Not too long. Probably about six months." I replied nervously.
"Do you have a blog or something?"
"Yes. I’ll text you the address when I get back to my desk."
"Cool. Thanks."
"No problem."
We both silently walked back to our perspective cubicles and I texted her my blog’s address. She thanked me and I didn’t hear from her again for the rest of the night. I was really nervous when my shift was over. I didn’t know what this chick wanted but I knew she could get me in a ton of trouble.
As I lay in my bed that morning, I wished like crazy for sleep to come but I was thorougly stressed out by what happened at work. My cell phone rang. I gulped when I saw Lydia’s number show up on the caller ID. I reluctantly answered it.
"Can’t sleep?" she said by way of greeting.
"No, I can’t. You have me in quite the conundrum." I replied.
"I’m sorry. But I can’t help myself. Your stories are the bomb. You should work harder on that book." she said.
"Thanks for your support. I might need to write one after you get me fired." I said in exasperation.
She giggled and said, “Relax Eric. I’m not going to do that. But I do like your work and I want to continue reading your stories.”
"Did you check out my blog?" I asked.
"I sure did. That’s why I called. You’ve gotten me so wound up I can’t go to sleep." she said.
I didn’t know what to say to that. “You don’t have a boyfriend or something? A beautiful woman like you I’m sure has someone to take care of her needs.” I suggested.
"No, I dont have a boyfriend and no my c***d’s father is not in the picture." she said, anticipating my next question.
An awkward silence followed. After a minute, she said “Well, I’m going to play with my pussy until I cum then I’m going to sleep. I just wanted to tell you, good job. Keep it up. Sweet dreams”. She then hung up.
My dick got rock hard at the thought of Lydia’s juicy pussy spouting cum from her playing with it. I decided I needed to rub one off myself. I reached over to my nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. I squeezed a dollop into my hand then slathered it along the shaft of my throbbingly hard aching dick. I closed my eyes and an image of Lydia lying naked beside me emerged. We were both self-pleasuring, too afraid to touch each other. Lydia slid her swollen clit between her two middle fingers with an up and down motion. Her nipples were stiff and elongated. Her moans were soft and passionate. She watched me move my hand up and down my member. My fat mushroom head throbbed in anticipation of spitting out a torrent of cum.
"Let’s cum together." she breathed as she watched and knew I was ready to let go.
I squeezed my eyes tighter and jacked faster as I felt the cum begin to erupt from my loins.
"Arrrrrrggggghhhh!!!" I screamed as gobs of baby batter jetted forth all over my hand. My dick pulsed with every burst. It soon softened in my hand as my fantasy ended. I opened my eyes and looked at the mess I made. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Once I did, I went back to bed. I let out a long sigh then closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.
A few hours later, I was awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at it and saw it was Lydia.
Reluctantly, I answered the call.
"Hi Lydia." I said, yawning.
"Hi there sleepyhead. When do you plan to get out of bed?" Lydia asked.
"Why? I don’t have anywhere to be. I’m tired."
"Must be nice. I have to work tonight."
"Sucks for you huh? When are you off again?"
"Thursday and Friday."
"It’s nice to have a weekend off. Any big plans?"
"Nope. Just home with the baby."
"I see. That’s too bad. You should get a sitter and go out. Have some fun."
"I’ll take that under advisement."
I was quiet for a minute. I didn’t know why she called me. Maybe she wanted to phone bone. That wasn’t my speed though and I wasn’t volunteering.
"Why don’t you have a boyfriend? I’m sure you have guys up in your face all of the time." I asked.
"I’m tired of being lied to. Tired of being played. I love my baby but she was a mistake. Her father said all the right things but when I told him she was coming, he disappeared on me." she said. I was quiet as I marinated on all of this. "So yes, I have trust issues when it comes to men. I keep my heart at bay." she continued.
"I understand that." I said, nodding my head.
"Let me ask you something." she said. "These stories. Are they based on some kind of reality? Or fantasy?"
I stared thoughtfully into space before I answered her question. “I’ve done a few things. But mostly it’s all fiction. I guess that means it’s mostly my fantasies.” I said.
"So you love to eat pussy." she guessed. "I noticed in your stories how vividly you describe that act. But have you ever eaten any pussy?"
"Yes I have. And yes, you’re right. I do love doing that." I told her.
"Hmmm." she said with a wicked grin on her face.
"I can picture the wheels spinning in your head right now." I laughed.
"That’s good. Because you can guess what I’m thinking." Lydia said huskily.
"Enlighten me." I said.
Lydia just smiled. “Stay tuned.” she said and ended the call.
I looked at my phone then lay back down in the bed. I really didn’t want to get up. I didn’t have anywhere to be and I had nothing planned for tonight. I closed my eyes again….
I awoke with a start at the sound of my cell phone ringing again. I stared at it stupidly and attempted to shake the sleep from my head. I clumsily picked it up and answered the call. Once again, it was Lydia.
"Wake up sleepyhead." she greeted.
I glanced at my phone and noted the time. It was after 12am.
"Why are you calling me this late?" I asked without trying to hide how annoyed I was.
"Because I need something from you." she said.
"Such as?" I asked.
"You don’t live too far from here do you? Come up here and find out." she suggested.
"To work?" I asked incredulously then shook my head vehemently. "Nah. I don’t think so. When I’m off I don’t go near that place."
"Oh for me you can make an exception, I’m sure. I still have this pic on my phone you know." she said.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. She knew she had me. I sighed then asked, “When?”
"I’m going to take a break in about an hour. So be up here at around 1am. Call me when you’re parked." she said then ended the call.
I looked at my phone then lay back down in the bed, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into. I got up, found some jeans and a t-shirt to put on and got dressed. By the time I was dressed, it was 130am. I grabbed my keys and headed to the job. When I got there and parked, I sent Lydia a text saying that I was there. She replied telling me to come inside and go to the breakroom nearest my cubicle. I wearily grabbed my badge and started walking towards the building.
It was a cool fall morning, cool enough for me to wear a jacket. I had left my place in such a hurry that I completely forgot. As I walked towards the building entrance, I hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone. Not that anyone else really gave a shit why I was there. Most people here working nights stayed to themselves and outside of the shifts, no one really knew each other’s schedule. Maybe this is what Lydia was counting on.
I made my way to the break room Lydia indicated and I sat down in one of the chairs. I then texted her that I was there. She replied saying she’d be there in a few. I sat there nervously wringing my hands. After a few minutes, she came into the break room. I gasped. She was wearing a jean jacket with a white blouse and a tight jean skirt. Her thick delicious legs jutted out beautifully from the skirt and she wore some black high heel sandals.
"Come with me." she ordered and I got up and followed her. My eyes were glued to her ass as she walked in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight and all of my stressing disappeared.
We went down the hallway a bit and stopped at a door. The sign nearby said it was the training room. I gave Lydia a quizzical look and she produced a key then opened the door. “I’m in charge of training for my group.” she explained. “I set up all of the classes so the instructors have to sign this key out from me.” She entered the room and I followed. Once inside, she locked the door.
"So." I said, turning to her. "Wassup?"
Lydia took off her jacket then walked slowly and seductively to the desk at the front of the room. She turned towards me then hiked up her skirt around her hips. My eyes got big as shit as I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Lydia sat on top of the desk and put one foot up on it, her thick thighs spread wide. She had a fat, juicy, shaved pussy that she now squeezed between her thumb and forefinger. It made her juicy lips and clit stick out.
My eyes were locked on that kittykat as I slowly made my way towards her. When I got close to her, I pulled up a chair and sat down so that my face was at direct level with her crotch. She softly grabbed the back of my head and coaxed it on home to her lovepie. I closed my eyes and indulged myself with her scent. I rubbed my nose along the side of her vulva and nuzzled the flesh thereof. She smelled so good and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I sucked her thigh meat and relished the taste of her sweat. I turned my attention back to her quivering pussy and dove right in. My tongue dove deep inside her soaking wet vagina and lapped up all of her juices trickling forth. I suckled the sweet flesh of her labia, slurping them in and out of my mouth. Lydia’s hand grabbed at the back of my head as she threw back her head in pleasure. She knew she had to be silent and she struggled to keep her composure. Her first orgasm had built up and was ready to blast off like a rocket ship.
"Dayum boi." she breathed. "You got me ready to cum already."
Her hands shook on my head and her thighs trembled. I softly sucked on the hood of her clit and that set her off.
"Oooh shit." she moaned as quietly as she could as her cum came in quick bursts from her pussy. I caught all of them in my face and I wallowed my face deeper into her flesh. She now grabbed the back of my head with both hands. I wielded my tongue like a sword and penetrated her hole deeply. She fucked herself on my face and gushed more juice on me. When she finally released my head, my face was covered in her juices.
"Wow." she said softly, staring at me with a look of unadulterated lust. I stood up and she noticed the huge bulge in my jeans.
"Dayum." she said and got up off the desk. She squatted down in front of me and began to undo my jeans. She opened the fly and pushed down my boxer briefs to release my b**st. She took my thick, curved seven inch mushroom headed dick in her hands. Her mouth opened in wonder as she stroked it. I was dizzy as hell from the sensation, like all of the blood from my head had gone straight to my dick.
"My, my, my. Baby, your dick is perfect for me. Nice and thick, and just long enough for me." she whispered. She looked up at me. "This is going to make my pussy feel very good isn’t it?"
I nodded meekly and smiled. Lydia closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She wrapped her full luscious lips around my dickhead and I almost lost it. Her warm wet mouth felt so good. She didn’t try to suck it too deep; she concentrated on the head. She slurped it like a fat Tootsie Roll pop that she wanted to see how many licks it took to get to the center of.
She stuffed more of my dick into her mouth, cramming half of it down. That was all she wanted in there. Her tongue flicked all around the shaft and drool seeped from her mouth as she sucked. It felt wonderful. Then she stopped and stood up. She somehow produced a condom from her blouse and ripped it open. She gently applied the prophylactic onto my dick and turned around. She put a knee up on the dick and smacked her generous ass.
I didn’t need any more guidance. I rubbed my dickhead up and down her slit, letting her juices coat it and I slid into her lotus flower bomb. Her sugarwalls sucked my dick in to the hilt and massaged it lovingly. She threw back her head with a silent pleasurable scream and I grabbed hold of her shoulders. I started fucking with a rhythm and she threw her pussy back at me. Our bodies came together with a loving crush.
"Ooooooh fucccckkkk!!!" she whispered harshly. "I can’t stop cummmmiiiiinnnngggg!!!
I grabbed her hips and began to pound her backside mercilessly. A huge nut was building up and my balls were ready to release it. Lydia simply laid her head on the desk and submitted to my will. Her soft ass jiggled with each thrust and my heavy balls slapped at her clit. Her juices splashed abundantly.
"Fuck baby, I’m gonna cuuuuuuuummmmmmm!!!!" I threw back my head now, my mouth open wide with my own silent scream. My nut emptied with force into the condom as her pussy milked every drop I had.
I collapsed onto her back and we both stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing hard. I finally pulled back and sat down in the chair. She turned around and wearily sat down in my lap. We looked at each other and giggled.
Lydia kissed my forehead then got up. She regained her composure and straightened herself up. I got myself together as well.
She went to the door and opened, peeking outside. There was no one in the hallway. She motioned for me to come on and we both exited the room. She locked the door and she left me to head back to her desk. I went down the stairs out to my car.
When I got inside, I received a text from her. It said that I had “earned my freedom” from her and that she wouldn’t report me to Security. I laughed and texted her back my thanks. She then replied and asked if I could be her maintenance man. A big shit-eating grin came across my face as I drove off. I was gonna love that job.
END
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