Week after week went by, and Cindy came to enjoy her job even more. She had fun, so much fun it didn't even seem like working.
She managed to see Steve now and then for a stolen moment of passion. Cindy found herself eager for a new experience now, though. She relished the novelty of discovering a new man's body, discovering the beat of lust they could form together.
Cindy was at her apartment, and found she had several hours to kill before going to work. She decided to go shopping. It was something to do, anyway.
She drove to the shopping mall and walked up and down, browsing in a store that intrigued her. Still, she couldn't rid herself of a vague restlessness.
Cindy stopped short then, realizing the real cause of her nervousness. She was horny and hungry for cock.
As if she gave off a subtle scent of readiness, a man walked up to her, smiling.
"You look in the mood for company," he said softly, his voice low and husky.
She looked him over, liking what she saw. He was dressed casually, in a pullover knit shirt and tight-fitting jeans. The crotch of his jeans displayed an appetizing cock-bulge.
"I'm getting some ice cream," he said. "Join me?"
He intrigued her, and attracted her. Cindy grinned. "Sure, why not?"
He bought her the ice cream cone she wanted, and got one for himself. Then they went to one of the long low benches scattered around the center of the shopping mall. He sat close to her, his thigh just brushing against her own. Cindy found the contact highly exhilarating.
They exchanged names, and she liked the sound of his name. Mitch. Rugged, it suited him.
Looking over at him as she licked her ice cream cone, she caught him watching the movement, of her mouth and tongue. Her stomach contracted sharply as a deep flare of lust ignited.
Deliberately, she curled her tongue into the ice cream, scooping it up and carrying it back to her mouth. His eyes darkened with lust.
Cindy continued the sensual motion, stroking the ice cream cone sexily as if she were licking something else, something just as delicious.
"Mmmmmm, tastes good," she murmured casually.
He grinned. A sexy, teasing grin.
Cindy licked and lapped at her cone, moving her head from side to side. She loved the way it excited him. It made her hot and horny as well. When she finished the ice cream she opened her mouth, covering the cone with her lips.
A soft groan came from Mitch.
Cindy felt the tingle clear to her toes. She turned to him then, and moved her mouth up and down a little on the edge of the cone. His eyes never left her mouth.
Tiring of the teasing game, Cindy tossed the cone in a nearby trash can. She reached for his hand. Her thumb caressed his hand, in slow circles.
"Let's go do nasty, wonderful things to each other," she proposed in a throaty tone.
Mitch pulled her to her feet.
"Your place… or mine?"
They went to Cindy's apartment.
"I'll get us some wine," she smiled. "We have lots of time… let's savor this."
He agreed with a hearty chuckle and settled back on the sofa.
Cindy returned with two wine glasses and poured the wine. She gave him a glass and took her own, sitting down beside him on the sofa.
Holding her glass aloft, she gave a toast. "Here's to fucking!"
He laughed at her brash toast and clinked his wine glass against hers. "To fucking."
She gestured again. "And to sucking!" This time he cracked up, and they bandied sexy toasts back and forth, pausing to refill the glasses.
After they drank a little more wine, Mitch pulled her close, moving his mouth over hers. His tongue traced the contours of her soft full lips, prying them open.
Cindy sighed happily, parting her mouth to accept the invasion of his tongue. She quivered as his tongue stroked inside her mouth, teasing and tasting. Her tongue met his, licking and lapping hungrily.
She sucked at his tongue, drawing it farther into her mouth with increasing urgency. Mitch moved his mouth against hers gently.
As they parted, Mitch took her wine glass and set it aside. He stood and looked down at her, then knelt by the side of the sofa.
When he started undressing her, Cindy began to help him with the buttons and snaps, only to have him push her hands aside.
"No, I want to do it," he murmured huskily. "Just lay back, enjoy."
She did as he wanted, moving only when he asked it, allowing him to slip her clothes off her. Finally she was naked, lying full length on the sofa.
Mitch stood once more and undressed, his eyes roaming over her body. His arousal was obvious. When freed, his cock jutted out fiercely… a long length of turgid cock meat.
Again he knelt, this time holding the wine bottle. He tipped the wine, letting a tiny trickle of it splash onto her tits. Cindy flinched at the first cool contact. The liquid soon warmed, heated by the fire of her lust.
Mitch set the bottle aside and leaned over her, lapping up the sweet wine from her skin. "Oooohhh," she moaned.
His tongue searched out the tiny trails of wine coursing along her tits, lapping them up. He could feel her skin pucker, could almost imagine the tingling sensation it was giving her.
Cindy rolled her head from side to side, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of the sofa cushions. It was unbelievably exciting.
Mitch teased the tips of her tits, flicking at them with his long rasping tongue. In response to his touch, her nipples grew long and hard, swelling rapidly. The skin circling her tit tips puckered, becoming thick and nubby.
Pausing long enough to trickle more wine over her tits, Mitch returned to his feast, licking and lapping hungrily.
"That's sexy," Cindy moaned. "And it feels so sweet, so good."
"You taste good, wine or not," Mitch murmured.
Her eyes were glassy, almost blank as her desire blossomed. She arched her head back against the sofa arm when his teeth clamped down around one of her throbbing nipples.
"Ah, shit," she moaned.
"You love it, don't you?"
"Mmm, yes… oh, God, yes!" she cried out.
Mitch licked every bit of stickiness from her heavy tits, concentrating his oral efforts on the tender, sensitive peaks of her tits. It was obvious Cindy loved it.
He sat back and picked up the wine bottle. "Now, let's have a little of the grape here," he chuckled as he dribbled, a small amount of wine down her torso and into the slight dip of her navel.
Once more his head dropped down, and his tongue flicked out, sweeping up the wine from her skin. His tongue lapped at the droplets of wine in her navel and she quivered with excitement.
"Mmmm, more, more," she begged softly. "Do me some more, Mitch."
He had that in mind anyway, so he poured more wine down over her belly, into the curling hairs covering her cunt.
Cindy pushed her legs open, arched her pussy up and out for him. Mitch wasted no time in settling in between her thighs, again licking up the wine and caressing her at the same time.
He could smell the powerful scent of her hot cunt as he knelt between her legs. It stimulated him even more.
"Now that's just where I hoped you were headed," she teased him. Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been shouting and strained her throat. It wasn't that, though. She was hoarse simply from the force of her arousal.
Mitch burrowed into her cunt, and the fleshy folds of her pussy pushed against the sides of his mouth as he rooted in. Her fragrance of passion overwhelmed him at such close range, and Mitch breathed it in with growing desire.
The wine was forgotten as Mitch gave in to his burgeoning needs. All he could think of was tasting and exploring her horny hot pussy.
His tongue was going wild inside her cunt. It wiggled its way up and down the length of her fuck slit, discovering every secret inch of her cunt.
Cindy howled in agonized arousal. She rolled her head from side to side in wild, uncontrolled movements.
"God, your tongue feels like a cock inside of me," she panted. "Use it like a cock. Fuck me with your tongue, Mitch. Shove it up inside of me, all the way."
He grabbed her by the waist, pushing his face harder against her pussy, working his mouth furiously.
"Oh, yeah… yeah!" she moaned.
Mitch made his tongue a slim stiff probe, and pushed it against the fluttering opening of her fuckhole. The flesh of her cunt widened, opening for the invasion of his tongue.
She squealed lewdly as he shoved his tongue inside her pussy as far as he could. Her hips jerked spasmodically.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Cindy cried out.
Her cunt was soaked with juice, and more seemed to seep out all the time. She knew Mitch's cheeks must be coated with the sticky fluid by now. He seemed to relish the texture, flavor and wetness of her cunt cream.
After stroking into her fuckhole with his tongue for what seemed and endless time, Mitch pulled back and concentrated his efforts on the growing stub of her clit.
Cindy's clit was the most sensitive spot on her body, the one that produced the most exquisite sensations. Mitch laved her clit, licked it, toyed with it, until Cindy was caught in a helpless web of heaving ecstasy.
She couldn't control her crashing orgasm, through she wanted to. Holding out only increased the sensation once she finally came, but now she was far too stimulated to try to have any sort of control.
"Jesus, I'm cumming!" she cried out. "Oh, God, it's good… it's a good one… I'm cumming!"
Her body thrashed wildly, and Mitch held her tightly. He didn't let up on his cunt lapping, knowing he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again and again this way.
The warm languor of the aftermath flowed over her skin and Cindy sank back on the sofa cushions with a sigh of pure rapture.
"Man, I thought the top of my head was going to come off," she commented with a moan. She sounded entirely satisfied… and she was. Reaching down, she cupped the back of Mitch's head and ground his face against her juiced-up cunt. "Keep doing just that, you horny cunt-lapper." She giggled. "I love the fuck out of it."
Mitch clamped the edges of his teeth around the turgid stub of her clit and closed his mouth. It made her speechless with delirious carnal delight.
For a while longer, he chewed and sucked at her ultra-sensitive clit, taking Cindy once more spiraling up to the plateaus of pleasure.
"Jesus, it's great, Mitch," she gasped finally. "But I want to fuck!"
"Okay, we'll fuck," he growled, pulling away. "The way I want to fuck!"
She sat up, making room as he lay down on the sofa.
"Get on top of me, baby," he grunted huskily.
Her eyes alight with gleeful passion, she scurried to straddle his hips. But when she started to drop down, to impale herself with his cock, he stopped her.
"I said, my way," he reminded her with a sexy chuckle. "And that means exactly that, babe… my way. Right up that cute little ass of yours."
Cindy grinned. "Yeah… now that's a good idea… a fuckin' good idea," she agreed.
Again she positioned herself, this time with the plump tip of his prick pressed against the puckered mouth of her asshole. She eased down, feeling the pressure as his prick fucked into her ass. It felt great.
Cindy dropped down a little more, and the head of his cock, popped into place in the tightness of her asshole. Mitch groaned.
"God damn, you're so shittin' tight," he moaned.
She inched her, way downward, sinking more and more of his prick into the slim tunnel of her asshole. The mouth of her brownie was strained to the limit by the thickness of his cock, and it slid along the length of his prick as it was steadily fucked deep and deeper.
Though her cunt remained untouched, Cindy could feel the pleasure of being ass fucked pulse into her pussy. She became more and more turned on, enjoying this ass-stuffing pressure.
At last she rested against his hips, fully stuffed with his prick. It felt so incredibly filling, as if a tree log had been crammed up her ass. She rested for a moment to adjust to having her tender asshole so totally stuffed with cock.
"Now that's tight and hot in a way a cunt just can't be," Mitch muttered coarsely. "Man, I love cunt-fuckin' but ass-fuckin' sure is nice too."
Cindy started moving up and, down, letting his cock fuck in and out of her asshole. It was sensually thrilling, and she shivered at the raw flame of desire that swept over her body.
Moving faster, she fucked up and down on his cock. They were joined by the huge chunk of his cock meat plugging her ass. In and out his cock fucked, straining the tender flesh of her asshole. She bounced on his cock faster and faster, feeling her fuck-lust mount with shocking suddenness.
Inside her asshole, Mitch's cock swelled, twitched. He was approaching his own release just as rapidly.
She bounced her ass faster and faster, ramming his cock into her asshole with more and more speed and harshness.
Mitch grabbed her, held her to him as he stiffened, then his prick spewed out a thick load of hot foamy cum into the wet depths of her ass guts.
The sensation of having her ass soaked with his hot cum drove Cindy over the edge. She screamed once, high and shrill, then collapsed against him, cumming in swift, convulsive waves.
After that, she fell away from him, exhausted… and wonderfully satisfied.
"Cindy. Cindy! Come on, babe," the voice insisted.
She mumbled something, trying to get away from the voice that threatened the sweet peace she was enjoying. Hands fastened on her shoulders, shaking her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and looked up.
Mitch stared down at her, with an expression of concern in his eyes.
"Jesus, you really conked out," he said then, grinning. "I didn't know whether to get worried… or just feel proud of my prowess!"
She gave a slow sensual smile. "Feel pleased with yourself… very pleased. That was a totally delicious fuck."
Suddenly her eyes flew open. She looked at her watch.
"Christ!"
"What's wrong?" he asked, moving back as she came up off the sofa in a rush.
"Oh, God, I was having such a good time, I forgot all about work," she said, hurrying to the bedroom. "Now I'm late."
He laughed and got ready to leave. Her voice came to him from the bedroom, muffled as she dressed.
"Mitch, lover, it was worth it, though… oh, yes, it was worth it!"