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Small Wank-able Stories, by Frida1.) Being Pregnant, and having extra-marital sex in the OfficeI remember the day I walked into the coffee shop in the office, which was created from a small room barely big enough to contain three adults.I was seven months pregnant and only working because my expertise was required and besides not wanting to piss anybody off when I had my baby, as far as my job went.I was making myself a cappuccino as I had come in early having not been able to sleep that night and tossed and turned, in truth, the lack of sex, now bordering on two months, due to my husbands fear of poking our unborn daughters eyes out and his working offshore on the oil rigs off Aberdeen, left me edgy, fidgety, and if I am honest, horny as hell, don’t men know a girl’s libido increases with lack of physical comfort, cuddling, and a good fucking shag.The clock showed a quarter to seven, yes that early, so a comforting cappuccino and a read of the newspaper, when the maintenance man pushed into the room. He was a pensioner a cheery old boy that had a kind word for everybody and a bit of a chatterbox.We knew of each other and had chatted before, ‘So when’s she due’, he asked, squeezing fast my tummy? Just feeling a man so close to me made my knees go weak and he reached out and steadied me, with genuine concern on his face.’You alright darling’, he asked, I loved the way he called me darling, it was just his personalized way, as a widower he needed a female to bounce his charms off of, and besides even in these PC times, I needed to hear I was still considered beautiful and needed.That was when I suddenly realised he was staring at my breasts, I mean, it was right in my face. ‘Joe’, I asked him, ‘what are you staring at me like that for’? Don’t get me wrong, perhaps I wanted to make him know I was aware he liked my tits, maybe I wanted to encourage him to touch me, after all, it was early morning and only us two in the building.’Your tits are leaking’, he blurted out. It took me a few minutes to register my sweater had two ever widening circles of milky wetness surrounding my nipples, which could have given any wet t-shirt girl a run for her money.’Oh God’, I cried, bring my hands up to cover the offending breasts, but as I looked at Joe, he was all smiles and I saw him draw his tongue across his dry lips, he was holding his mug to me, ‘Fill this up for me and I will pay you’.Jo wanted to drink my breast milk and the thought made my knees buckle again. We were suddenly both saying words that mage no sense, we were actually communicating at a more base level, it was sexual attraction and instead of taking his proffered mug, I lifted my sweater and brassiere in one move and Joe’s mouth was filled with my flowing nipples, the pleasure was indescribable, and my gibberish became sexualized. ‘Good daddy;, I moaned as he licked and suckled my breasts and nipples, bahis firmaları ‘Suck them’ and I squeezed the full breast until I was squirting my warm sweet juice into the maintenance guys hungry mouth.While Joe’s cheeks puffed and billowed on my soft breasts, I actually pulled my shirt up high onto my waist, and guided Joe’s hand down onto my bared crotch, I had stopped wearing panties because of my swelling belly, and suddenly feeling just how wet and open I was, Joe became a man again, and I turned my back to him, I could feel him fumbling where I wanted him to fumble, two minutes later we were fucking and I was cumming, over and over, as many as four times, as I shuddered my bulk onto my elbows as I lent over the draining board.We finished and now I had milk running down my breasts and Joe’s warm semen running from my bloated pussy, ‘Fuck I will need to go home and change again and we both burst out laughing.’God girl, you are a bag of surprises’, he said once he had adjusted himself. I reached out and kissed him mouth, ‘Thank’s Joe, I needed that one’, turned and left to go home, shower and change.2.) I gave my younger Brother his first Blow-JobSome might say that being a sister, somehow gives you a duty to care for your brother’s sexual well being. I never really thought about it in terms like that, but most sisters will confess to being naked in front of the brothers and doing a bit more, with hands and mouths.As k**s we shared a big bed, our ages were pre-sexual, and our curiosity was met with equal candor, I did let him put his fingers in me and I, his cock on my mouth, and only because I had seen it done in a porn movie, but it was nothing like when I did it as a teenager to him, then it was something different for both of us and our bodies were by then, sexually aware.Our first cousin Damion was three years older than me and five years older than my brother, when the cock sucking incident first happened. Damion and I went into the wardrobe when he pushed my head down as my brother searched for us, I never knew he had ejaculated as he kept pushing it down to the back of my throat, but I had just given my first cousin a full blown blow job.When it came to my brother that night, I told him what Damion had made me do, I told him because I wanted to do it to him and when he let me, nothing happened, he remained flaccid and after about five minutes we both gave up and went to sleep.After that, the years went by and I went through my puberty and my body filled with hormones that drove us apart, my mother was convince I was sexually assaulting my brother as he slept, after she caught me lying on his back, grinding into his peachy ass and licking his neck.We had moved home to another part of the city which afforded me to have my own room in the attic and I must admit I missed the other body in bed with me, but I found a new way to make kaçak iddaa my presence felt as my brother approached his puberty, I caught him eyeing me when he thought no one knew he was, and then there was his curiosity of the female form, I saw the ‘girlie’ magazines by the side of his bed, and I wondered if he thought about me posing like that for him?Saturday was shopping day, especially for the groceries and our parents liked to go early and get around the supermarket before the isles became too crowded, so they were gone by eight thirty, leaving myself and my brother in our respective rooms. Close to nine I was planning to get up but had started rubbing myself as my heat rose. I opened my side drawer and reached in for my ‘Lelo’ vibrator and was underway, when my brother burst in on me, he must have been watching or listening at the door because he had a boner.Before I could scream abuse at him for invading my privacy I realized now was the time we could do each other a big favour, so I changed tactic, and sat up in bed, showing my breasts, as I was naked under the duvet, and drew my knees up to my breasts, ‘You should not spy on me’, I said quietly, as I produced my purple and lilac vibrator and put it on the small dressing table by my bed.It glistened with my wetness and he stared at it, ‘You managed to get all that inside you’, he said credulously?I pulled my duvet to the side and spread my thighs so he could see my heat, the sheen of how wet I was and how open my cunt was, ‘Put your fingers inside and feel for yourself’, I challenged him, I was writhing in sheer horniness, my bum and hips were in full sexual motion, both circular and up and down as he dared finger me, my humping increased and he squeezed my breasts as I reached for his cock and pulled him to my eager mouth, taking a deep breath and grabbing his bum as he stumbled forward into my mouth and touch the back of my throat, his pubic hair tickling my skin.I realized he was further inside than I intended, but marveled at how easily I accommodated him, my lips and tongue along with copious saliva, had him shooting towards the back of my throat and my swallowing all he produced, as the curvature of his fingers sought my ‘G’ behind my pubis and my humping and subsequent orgasm, indeed reward for my first uninhibited deep blow job.My brother has on many occasions thanked me for showing him the way and introducing him to the pleasures of the female mouth, it was not surprising a few weeks later his education, on another Saturday morning, saw him rub his pubic hair against the soft cheeks of my arse, as his cock disappeared up it, a first for me also, now I am quite into it, if fondled and spanked before lubrication and penetration.3.) Having Sex in a ‘Gent’s’ Toilet, Glory-Hole StyleWe all have our sexual fantasies, my own is the smell of a gent’s only toilet. My first encounter was kaçak bahis more by accident, coming home from school I suddenly had the urge to urinate and made my way to the town center where I knew there was a public convenience.As I arrived it started to rain quiet heavily and I took shelter across from the toilets and waited for it to stop and when it did, I bolted across only to find the ‘Ladies’ was closed for repairs, and a sign telling me to ask at the ‘Gent’s’ section, to use the cubical with the attendant standing guard.I went around only to find more frustration as the attendant was away, so I called in to see if anyone was there, there was not so I went in due to desperation and urgency.There was three cubical’s, all empty, so I took the one against the wall, closed the door and sat down and let my pee flow.I was shaking in a mixture of fear and sexual excitement, what if I was caught, would I surrender? I looked all around the stall and the crude depictions drawn on the wall to represent my pussy, girl’s names willing to fuck men, and as I soaked in the reality of where I actually was, someone came in and started to pee into the urinals. I peered through an opening and I could see his penis, as he peed and I had an urge to touch myself as another man came in and did likewise. Now I was both frightened about being caught, but my desire to watch these men overcame my fear and instead I took out my phone and started to film these me revealing themselves.I also put my hand down the front of my panties and started to masturbate myself.The unmistakable sound of the cubical next to mine being occupied made me sit down and huddle for fear of someone trying to enter mine. As I sat a shoe suddenly appeared under the partition dividing us and it was moving as if drawing attention to it.I was really nervous as my skirt was high and his foot was about 60 cm from my own foot, he was clearly trying to make contact with me, and then I reached for the toilet roll to wipe myself when I realised he was looking at me through a hole in the wall, he knew I was a female, he could see that much.I sat frozen to the pan, wondering my exit strategy, when he pushed his cock through the hole and both his feet under the partition.It was thick and long and just bobbing up and down. I could hear the urinals flush and someone cough then walk out, and all fell silent, and it sounded as there was only us.He pulled his cock back through and whispered for my to touch him through the hole, then he pushed it back through and I took hold of it and began masturbating him.I could hear him muttering, ‘Good girl’, over and over and it felt as if he was getting harder and harder, as I lifted my skirt and pressed it against my skin as I wanked him.’Put it in you’, he hissed and I turned my back and bent over and he went right up me and we started fucking, as I lent against the opposite wall and pushed hard onto him, all the time scared for being caught.He was out of me and gone before I had time to realise he had finished, he had cum inside me and I spent half a roll wiping his cum as it ran from me.
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