His junk had a bit of a smell as I leaned in and took him in my right hand. I decided to imagine I was on the receiving end of things and that this was being performed on me instead. I gripped him tight and started to tug his skin up and down his shaft. He was still hardening in my hand and moaned “yeah baby that’s the stuff”. His words only served to remind me of the awkward predicament I was now in, but I pressed onward. I pumped his meat up and down and he now stood at full mast pointing slightly to the sky.
“Now or never”, I thought. I opened my mouth tentatively and took him inside. Closing my lips around his throbbing cock I paused for a moment. I wasn’t savouring it, nor was I second guessing it. I was really, really drunk. It was completely surprising when Mr. Jones suddenly grabbed the back of my head and prematurely began ejaculating into my mouth.
Dean didn’t try to force himself down my throat, he just started to cum. His dick half way enveloped by my lips. The thick and salty liquid oozed out of his pulsing cock across my tongue in a pool. He too was very drunk and steadied himself with a hand on the nearby bookshelf.
A moment later he sighed a long winded breath and pulled his softening mass from my mouth. “I almost forgot it was you Brian”. With that he pulled up his pants and was still doing up his belt as he left his office. I was not feeling very fresh. With a mouthful of cum I leaned over and vomited into the trash can. I had drunk too much. I desperately needed some water. I peeked out of Mr. Jones’ office and when I felt the coast was clear I zipped across the hall to the mensroom.
I buried my head under the tap of the first sink I saw and started to wash out my mouth. It was then that I heard sobbing from the end stall. Water cascaded over my cheek as I raised my head slightly, “hello? Is somebody here?” I asked. I shut off the tap and stood myself up straight. The room was spinning slightly. Walking toward the corner stall I felt like a sheriff in an old western.
The door was slightly ajar and so I lifted my foot and pressed it open. There, in the last stall crying on the handicap toilet was Lucy. “Brian do you think I’m beautiful?” She asked, unabashedly intoxicated and forthright. I tried to reply, “oh of course Mrs-“, but she interrupted me, “I think Dean is cheating on me”. I felt immediately guilty and was unsure of what to say. After all, he had just cum in my mouth 2 minutes before.
“Mrs. Jones-“. She interrupted me again with “I need to get fucked hard Brian, is that something you know how to do?”. The question was one presented time and time again to me by Lucy about whatever meaningless task she needed done at work. This time it applied to pounding her in the box. “Uhhhhh”, I minced words in my drunken mind before Lucy grew impatient and pulled my dress pants and boxers down to my knees. I made no effort to stop her of course. I found her very attractive and had fantasized about her at home a number of times while masturbating.
She grabbed onto my dick and promptly took it into her mouth. I closed the stall door and locked it as my heavy head rolled back on my shoulders. Looking up at the ceiling tiles I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with all these people. She started to jerk me off vigorously with one hand while swirling her tongue in circles around my now throbbing tip. Just as I was about to cum she released her grip on my shaft and spit my swollen cock out of her mouth.
I struggled to lift my head back upright and when I did she was turned around with her hands on the wall above the toilet. She had pulled her skirt up and her panties down “do it Brian! Now!”. I stood gobsmacked by the picturesque scene before me. Lucy’s womanly physique and her tight older body were on complete display, but I had a job to do.
I nudged the wet tip of my cock up and down her labia before sinking inside her entrance. A few soft thrusts into her wet folds and I was buried to the hilt inside this hot older woman. I held her hips and marvelled at the tightness of her pussy. She must have felt impatient again and started to fuck herself against me. “Hard Brian!”, I gripped her hips harder and leaned into it, “Fuck me hard!”.
My dick felt like it was on fire as I pounded into her oven like depths. She kept pushing back into me and I kept fucking her harder and harder until my feet were almost leaving the ground and my balls and pelvis hurt. She was relentless and groaning loudly now “uh, uh, uh, uh”, as several women came into the bathroom. “Sounds like someones having a good time!”, “Is that you in there Jackie?”. I just kept pounding Lucy like I was trying to hurt her as they went about their business and then left the bathroom. Lucy had not allowed the women to interrupt her train of thought and continued groaning loudly.
Here was the owner’s wife being pounded from behind by a man half her age. Just as I started to reach my pinnacle I felt her pussy clench down on my engorged prick. She stopped pushing back into me as she reached a satisfying orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over Lucy while I kept fucking her as hard as I had ever fucked anyone before. Her face was now mashed firmly into the wall as her pussy spasmed around my invading manhood.
The slapping of my thighs and balls into her middle aged ass I was certain could be heard for miles. With that last thought my balls clenched up tight and I blasted my seed straight up into her. “Oooooh that’s so hot” said Mrs. Jones as my generous load flooded into her cavity. I stood there somewhat sobering and fearful of what might happen as a result of all of this. My dick was still planted in Lucy like an Oak tree as the final pulses of my ejaculation subsided.
I held her hips firmly as I started to soften inside of her body. Finally I slipped out of her folds as Lucy gyrated her ass around in a little dance before pulling up her panties over the cum leaking from her pussy. Turning, she kissed me on the cheek. “That was just what I needed stud”. With that she opened the door and walked out of the washroom. I bent over to pull up my pants and heaved into the toilet. I definitely had drank too much. Exiting the washroom it became clear I had mistakenly entered the ladies room.
It was now several days later and Paul and I were back at home. My hand was shaking as I walked up behind him. He was bent over the back of the old couch that adorned our living room. His pants and briefs were on the floor next to him. Reaching out between his legs he was holding a bottle of lube. I took the lube from him and pulled my pants down to my ankles. Taking hold of my stiffening dick I squirted the bottle the whole length of my cock.
Again, I’m not gay. The prospect of emptying my balls into a tight and willing hole was too good to pass on. I started stroking my meat up and down. The lube spread over my throbbing shaft and I took a finger and probed Paul’s anus. He nearly jumped before he relaxed and pushed himself back onto my lubed up finger. I drove my digit fully inside him and then took a second finger and spread his tight butthole wider. I fucked his ass with both fingers. “Now or never”, I thought to myself.