Waking up in a strange bedroom can be disconcerting, especially if you have no idea who you’ve just woken up with.
Waking up with Wendy was an unusual experience. I knew exactly where I was and who I was with. The previous night was seared onto my brain. We had fucked each other senseless until the small hours. Wendy was like a wild animal, bucking, yelling, screaming her way through hours of pleasure.
We were way into the small hours when she rode me to reach yet another climax, then fell forward to whisper, “You’re on your own now, pal. I’m totally fucked.”
I woke just a few hours later to find her curled up next to me with her head on my chest yet again. One hand was gently stroking my rigid cock. This wasn’t the usual morning glory; I was already rock hard. Sometimes I surprise myself.
I slid my hand down her back, gently brushing her spine. As I cradled her pert backside she flinched.
“Gently, I’m really sore down there.” She squeezed my shaft.
“I wonder why,” I whispered, then slid my free hand to the smooth softness of her breasts.
“Are you always ready? I feel like a bus has driven between my legs and you’re here waiting to go again.” Her hand moved quicker.
“Then why are you doing that?”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
She stopped stroking, then squeezed my balls. After all the exercise they were a little tender. I was the one who flinched this time.
“Tell me.”
“Suck me, suck me hard.”
I squeezed her arse, knowing it was sore. Next thing I knew she was licking my cock and playing with my balls, legs splayed across me. She shifted slightly and my hand fell conveniently between her legs. She was soaking, absolutely dripping wet.
Wendy wriggled to ensure I was placed just where she wanted me.
“Gently, please. I’m pretty sore there too.”
I slipped two fingers inside her and slowly worked them around. She lowered her mouth onto my hungry cock and started to take me into her soft, moist warmth. I withdrew my fingers and slid my entire hand inside her stretched, dripping tunnel.
Wendy tensed slightly then started to gyrate her hips on my fist.
I pushed deeper inside and she responded with the kind of power-sucking that wins medals. Her tongue ran riot on me as she dived deep, taking my entire length, then bobbing back up. Sucking, sucking, sucking, harder and harder until I thought she’d turn me inside out.
I worked my fist in and out of her, rotating it, stretching every part in response to the full-throated assault I was receiving. She won the battle, but only just. When I came I filled her mouth. I’ve no idea where the juice was coming from. I’d have bet she’d drained me dry since yesterday evening. She gagged slightly, swallowed, then sucked some more.
I drove my hand in deep, balled my fist, twisted and felt the gush of her juices as she came yet again.
Wendy shrieked; her neighbours didn’t need an alarm.
She curled up next to me, head on my chest. When we’d regained our breath she looked across at the alarm clock.
“You’ll need to go soon. We shouldn’t be seen going to work together.”
“Worried about the neighbours?”
“No, he keeps looking at my tits. He’ll just think he’s got a better chance now. He’s an arsehole though. Mind you, come to think of it, she stares at my chest a lot too.”
“Fancy a threesome with the woman next door, then?”
“Not my type, and probably not yours, bit dumpy. Her tits aren’t bad, huge nipples.”
“You never know.”
“I’ll bear it in mind. Now, on your bike, sunshine. I’ll come up to see you later.”
I kissed her tits and squeezed her arse again.
“Stop that, you know where it will end up. I can’t believe you’re still interested, or even capable.”
Her hand was back on my hardening cock. She started to work me up and down, slowly at first. The result was entirely predictable.
Wendy turned to kneel alongside me, back towards me. I had an amzing view of her luscious arse.
“So why are you doing that?”
She quickened the pace and leaned forward over me. I slipped my hand into the slippery wetness between her legs.
“I can’t believe you’ve got anything left in there,” she said as she worked me even harder.
I was struggling to hold on. “What I’ve got is going on your tits.”
I was wrong. Most of it went on her tits but a decent amount hit her square in the face.
Wendy turned to face me and ran her tongue across her lips. She ran her hands all across her chest then licked them clean.
“Now, get off home. If you fancy any more you’re entirely on your own.”
At lunchtime I was in my office eating a sandwich when Wendy came to see me. She was demurely dressed, crisp white blouse over black, calf-length skirt, totally at odds with the wanton, hedonistic woman that I knew was inside them.
“You look nice,” I said, meaning it.
“Don’t flannel, you just want me bent over the desk.” She flushed and I’ll admit the thought was appealling.
“Yes, but you still look nice.”
“Sheer black stockings, too. I haven’t decided whether you’ll see them, not yet anyway. I am sore in places I’d forgotten I could get sore. Stop grinning, I can barely sit down and I know I’m not walking normally.”
“You wanted it, a lot of it was your idea.”
“Can’t deny that, but I reckon the girls in the main office have worked out I was fucked silly last night.”
“They’re only jealous. See you later?”
“I don’t know. It won’t be a repeat of yesterday. I can assure you of that. Don’t you need a rest? You should be walking like a cowboy.”
“Well, I’m not, and if you bend over this desk I’ll prove it.”
“Please, no.” She giggled, turned and left but not before she lifted her skirt to reveal her shapely, stocking-clad legs.
It was worth a try, I suppose.
Barely five minutes had passed, I hadn’t even finished my sandwiches, when a mug of coffee was slammed onto my desk.
“I heard every word of that,” said Annie as she closed the office door. “Been fucking that tart, have you? We all knew she’d had a good seeing to.”
I blustered, “No idea what you mean, Annie. Good trip?”
OK, but I’ve been living like a nun for two weeks with my Mum and my Aunt. Meanwhile, you thought you’d have some extras while I was away, eh?”
“You were the one who didn’t want to have a relationship. You were the one who wanted to spend a few years having fun.”
Annie smiled. “You have been fucking her then? Is she any good? Bet I’m still the best in this place. Tell me, no, buy me a drink or two and tell me all about her this evening. Then you can sort out my problem for me.”