Pout Erotica- 1

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Awakening

This morning my clit had an "Aha!" moment. That’s right. This heifer has been half-stepping since my divorce six months ago, but this morning, all the hormones, synapses and brain waves converged and that sucker woke the hell up! Straight up! Throbbing. Calling out to somebody’s son.

I rolled around in the bed—squirming, moaning, squishing and moahhhhning some more—before I let those fingers do some serious walking. What can I say? The wet spot could have been a commercial for bladder dysfunction problems. Oh well.

I washed every crevice like I was waiting to feel some dick instead of go to work. I drew the Frederick’s lace up my thighs like somebody was sniffing my cat. I closed the lace over tight nipples that hurt when I brushed against them. Oh, the mind screw I had going on!

I chose a black skirt since I didn’t want the wet spot to be so obvious. And believe you me, if the moisture didn’t stop soon, I would need a pantyliner. Nevertheless, I got my sexed up behind dressed and out the door. I viewed the city through new, hungry eyes. I’d never been on the prowl, but that’s exactly what I was doing, whether conscious of it or not.

I sashayed past the street worker and flipped my hip at the catcalls. Pushing open the door to the office, I cocked my head to the side when Kurt, the older security guard smiled at me. A brother I hadn’t seen before, with a LL Cool J thang going on, smiled too. Shit, he reminded me of this dude I’m met on a website, James L. just not as fine. Note to self: Stop visiting Jame’s website before I lose my mind.

"Must be jelly ’cause jam don’t shake like that!" Kurt crooned and rubbed his goatee.
Now normally, I just played his comments off. Maybe it was the nipples throbbing or the hormones surging or damn-near-James’ sexy ass sitting there making my clit grow into a man’s penis…anyway, I felt the need to respond.

I leaned my C cups, dark valley visible, on the counter and whispered, "Act right and you might get a taste test to let you know for sure."

Kurt’s ass fell straight out the chair!

The new guy and I both laughed as we helped him up. I was so horny, I made sure I copped a feel as I dusted off his butt and squeezed too long on his back. My skirt rode up to mid-thigh when I leaned over to get his dropped pen. I guess they could hear my coochie calling ’cause both of those busters were spouting broomsticks in their pants.

"Ah…let me get to my office and find out what’s going on. You two fine gentlemen have a nice day." I winked before I turned as nonchalantly as my hot behind could.

"Miss?" A deep baritone voice said to my back.

"Yes?" I turned back, surprised to see the new guy with napkins in his hands.

"Looks like Kurt spilt some water on you when he fell. There’s a wet spot on the back of your skirt." He said, hands holding out the napkins.

Yes, it’s wet, but not from what you are thinking. "What was your name again?" I asked, hand reaching for the napkins.

"Jonkent," he offered slowly, licking his luscious lips.

"Nice to meet you, Jonkent," I replied, my eyes roaming over the thick muscles, tight waist and heavy thighs that ought to be able to lock me into a…Shit! I shifted my eyes back to his face. When our hands connected, I tickled his palm with my fingers. You know, undercover booty call.
"Likewise." His eyes made promises. Mine told him to ‘put up or shut up.’ Brotherman didn’t know it yet, but I had a monster down there.

Kurt took this opportunity to cough. "Let the lady get to work, Jon. You don’t need to be standing so close to her," he admonished.

"Oh, that’s all right, Kurt. We were just introducing ourselves to each other." I smiled.
"Yes we were," Jonkent affirmed.

"Well, now you’ve met, so Jon, why don’t you go walk around the parking lot and make sure everything is doing fine?"

"Man, I just walked—" Jon began, confusion in his eyes.

"And you need to do it again!" Kurt snarled, cutting him off.

I watched the power play with interest—young warrior; older, experience warrior. Jonkent sighed, shook his head and smirked before he said to me, "We’ll continue this later."

As the door closed behind Jonkent, I thought I heard Kurt say, "Not if I can help it."
Hmmm.

Reaching my office, I breezed in and called out a greeting to my colleague, Amy.

"You aren’t gonna be so cheerful in a sec," she responded.

I stood stock-still. "Why is that?"

"It’s your turn to do the research for this month’s project," Amy replied with a grin that I wanted to slap off her face.

I groaned mightily. Research was done in the "Stacks"—an area of the basement that had tons of old newspapers, books and magazines catalogued and available for our use. I hated the dark area. It was safe, but still, I hated being down in the basement. Shit! I grumbled to myself as I filled a cup with coffee.

"Hey, did you know you had a wet spot on your skirt?" she called out to my departing body.

Jonkent was reentering the building as I picked up the Stacks key from Kurt. He smiled wickedly.

"Need some help?" he offered.

An idea popped into my head. "Maybe. I can’t reach some of the files so why don’t you help me?" I smoozed.

Kurt took this moment to say, "I can help you if you need some help. Shit, anybody can get files off the shelf." The way he said it made me look at him closer.

He was tall and still looking good for a man in his fifties. But shit, I needed something young, hard and able to stand up to this soaking pussy I had at the moment and Jonkent fit the bill. This was heart attack pussy!

I smiled nicely and said, "Thanks Kurt, but I don’t want you to reinjure your back. Let’s let Jonkent get the ones off the top shelf this time, okay?"

He didn’t take that too well, but he couldn’t argue with my logic. He’d been out three months with his back and no way could he afford to have folks seeing him lifting heavy stuff. They’d cut his disability check off. He waved Jonkent on.

I unlocked the door with steady hands. I knew the deal and Jonkent knew the deal. I flipped on the light and started walking towards the back. I expected him to grab me before I’d taken five steps, but he walked behind me and no hands touched me. Guess I’ve got to make the first move.

I turned, prepared to pull him into a kiss when he…walked down another aisle.

Confused, I asked, "Where are you going?"

He pointed up. "The cameras can’t see us over here," he said for my ears only.

"Oh." I was so horny I’d forgotten about the cameras. "I thought you didn’t know the deal."

"Oh I know it and I plan to close it to perfection," he replied as thick hands ran up and down my chest then pulled me close.

I smelled the spicy cologne as I nuzzled his neck. He nipped my ear and my legs began to shake. I could smell my musky odor rising from beneath my skirt and hoped he could too. Fingers slid the skirt up and pulled the lace down. His tongue swirled in my mouth as his tips plucked my clit. I lifted my leg and did the Atomic dog on his crotch. Buttons flew as he pulled open my blouse and I did likewise with his shirt. His lips found my nipples. Damn, it’s been too long! I held his head tight to my breast as I reveled in the sensations.

Spotting a chair, I pulled his head up. "Sit down."

He plopped into the chair. I unzipped his fly and pulled the pants down to his knees.

"Damn." I couldn’t say shit else as I stared at the red-topped dick staring at me. That sucker was big, thick and hard…just like I craved them. When he pulled out the red rubber, I shimmied out of that lace and he held that baby straight as I slid down on the first diggity I’d had in six months. I felt like I was home. His rod filled every nook, cranny and crevice in my love hole. The juice factory worked overtime as I rode, rocked, bucked and kegeled the hell out of Jonkent. My ass was riding high with each stroke and pump. I swirled coming down and squeezed going back up. I was putting the hurt on this dude!

Then…

"Girl, you bought to kill that boy. Why don’t you let me help you release that tension," Kurt said in my ear.

Shit! This is my fantasy!

I only missed a stroke as I felt another "Big Daddy" knocking at the back door. Kurt took his time pushing at the sphincter. I tried to slow down, but I’ll be honest, anal sex drives me straight out of my mind. I can’t do shit but fuck like a bunny on crack. This time was no different.

Just as soon as he was in me a few inches, I rocked like I was putting a baby to sleep. On the forward, Jonkent was deep in me, and backwards, Kurt was deep in me. Jonkent sucked my nipples; Kurt pulled my hair and gruffly whispered, "Fuck me like you own this dick, baby." Oooh yeah. He ain’t having a heart attack no time soon.

I sure enough rocked their asses then. Jonkent was gasping and the sweat was rolling down my back from Kurt. I didn’t want this love ride to end!

Then, those jokers tag teamed me. They both stroked deep at the same time. I could feel the tissue straining but damn it, put me in the hospital ’cause I ain’t getting off this ride just yet.
Pump. Jump. Hollering as I felt the needle pricks begin in my feet and move up my legs to…POW! I screamed from the orgasm. They hollered with me as they peaked simultaneously…

In the aftermath, I looked at my clothes and knew there was no going back upstairs for me. I looked and smelled like I’d been screwed. And I had. Deliciously.

"Either one of you got a safety pin in your drawer?" I asked as we walked to the door.

"Nope." They both replied.

"Extra shirt?"

"Yeah."

"Let me borrow it."

Kurt looked at me in horror. "You aren’t going upstairs in my shirt are you?"

"No indeed. I’m telling them I’m sick and I’m going home."

"Oh." Kurt said with relief as he removed his shirt.

I pulled Kurt’s shirt over my torn blouse and pushed open the door. They stood back, I guess wondering what I would do next. I stood still and gave them the "look."

"Y’all coming with me or what?" I said with a sexy smile.

They smiled together and said, "Hell, yeah!"

I giggled. I planned to do plenty of riding and none of it was on the road…

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