Monday morning, as usual, my phone was ringing off the hook, but I had no time to answer it as I was too busy stuffing my double dildo into my new secretary, Ava's, holes.
Last month, my long-time secretary quit because of pregnancy. I was disappointed because I'd enjoyed her daily and heard that pregnant pussy tastes sweeter. I looked forward to sucking her pussy, fucking her, and making her cum while rubbing her belly as she carried my godchild. Her husband made her quit and move out of state to be near his family. Ava is her replacement, a temporary worker, but she quickly offered herself up to me to sate my enormous, deviant hunger for horny flesh.
The phone continued to ring, but I was (rubber) balls deep in Ava's tight holes, and the vibrator attached to the dong was driving me mad. This cock was my farewell gift from my old secretary; she knew it would get used, and boy, did it ever. I christened it by stuffing it into my boyfriend's ass the same night Charity gifted it to me.
My name is Celeste, a twenty-eight-year-old Attorney from Denver. I started my practice straight out of college with the help of some friends in higher places. "Friends," I will use that term loosely since they helped me only after I helped them in ways that couldn't be spoken about in public. Going to school in Denver was utterly different from school in Brooklyn. My family moved here after my father got a promotion at the company he worked for. I’d come from a middle-class African-American family, living the traditional suburban lifestyle. Only after we moved and I hit my late teens did I realize that my perspective was far different from those around me.
During the final days of high school, while my classmates had to attend every class, my GPA, something I was very proud of, allowed me to leave after “half the day,” if I wanted, and on one day, I really wanted to.
As I took the bus home, I could feel the driver's eyes scanning me lustfully, undressing me with his horny desire, like he usually did every time he was on shift and I rode the bus. He started at my feet when I stepped onto the bus, looking at my manicured, hot pink toes, then continued up my thick caramel-colored legs, stopping squarely at my crotch. I’ve always known that I was a beauty of mixed heritage, with long legs, naturally wavy hair, and hazel-gray eyes. It also didn't hurt that I was perfectly portioned in my hips and breasts, which were 38DD.
Knowing the effect I had on him was comical. I was animated in everything I did; he watched me in the mirror every chance he could. I slid my hands up and down the pole, rotating them, stroking the metal like a hard cock as I held on, waiting for a seat to free up. When one did, I made sure that it was in the line of his sight.
This day would be a special treat for him; I was about to graduate and felt very free and horny. I wore a pair of light pink shorts without underwear and a tight white tank that barely held my nipples in place; my bra was thin and offered no support. After an elderly lady exited the bus, I took her seat up front on the right, giving him a full view of me as I sat there. I put my bag in the middle next to me and took the other, plopping down in the seat, making sure that my cantaloupe-sized breasts bounced up and down. He licked his lips at the sight. I closed my eyes, knowing his cock was hard and thought of what it would feel like to have his stiff shaft inside me. I imagined sliding up and down it as my juices covered him. My steaming pussy gushed, and the juices stained the center of my shorts, leaving a visible wet spot on my crotch.
When I knew my pussy was wet enough, I opened my legs wide, pushing my bottom forward, allowing more of my creamy nectar to saturate my shorts. I ran my hands across my nipples, causing them to grow taut and press against my tank, reaching a hand between my legs, squeezing as if wringing my pussy out, then brought it up to my nose, inhaling the scent. My cunt was throbbing. If it weren’t for the three passengers left on the bus, I'd have fucked myself right there, then sucked on my fingers.
Distracted, the driver nearly rear-ended the car in front of us, but I smiled as I walked to the front of the bus and leaned in and said, “one of these days, I might just let you fuck me,” before rubbing the hand that had cupped my pussy across his lips.
I heard him say, “please,” as I got off the bus, leaving my scent on his lips.
I’ve always been a sexual girl, sucking dick and eating pussy at sixteen. What really triggered my sexuality and determined what was to come in the following years was when I made it home and, as I entered, stumbled upon a scene that would forever change how I looked at the family dynamic and its members. In our living room, my mom was fucking my father in the ass while my father was bent over swallowing my older brother’s cock. Standing there, watching in shock and silence, I didn't realize I’d cum on myself until I felt it run down my leg.
Everything changed for me at that moment.
I was never an agile person when growing up, but once I got to college and experienced the joys of what my hips could do, it was like I found a new lease on life. I was no longer the quiet, well-endowed girl who always had her head in a book. I kept up my studies, but I spent just as much time with my face in some pussy, or pounding into some girl's or guy's ass. Word had spread through the networks of my skills, and now I was known as Ms. Pleasure around campus, instead of by my name. This title followed me long after I graduated.
Ava was trying to catch her breath while pushing me away; she had never been bred, and I was enjoying stretching her ass and pounding into her guts. To work for me, you had to be good at certain things: your job and either fucking me or being fucked; those were my rules.
Ava thought she had escaped one of her duties when she came in last Friday and ate my pussy under my desk for two hours. She was good at it but would have to do more than that to keep her job. I knew then that I would keep her around and make her my slut. She was smoking hot, with fiery red hair, long legs, and curves akin to a cartoon character. I couldn’t wait to fuck her. It's good that my office is soundproof, given that Ava was losing her shit, screaming, and alternately begging for mercy and then for me to go harder as I took her anal virginity. I gripped her hips tightly, and, with one final thrust, I came, sending a stream of cum squirting down my leg.
She was shaking as I slid my new toy from the depths of her ass, leaving it with a gaping hole. I leaned down and sucked some cum from her dripping slit, drizzling it into that gaping hole to soothe the sting. She moaned, and I latched onto her clit, making her cum all over my face. I loved the taste of fresh pussy on my tongue almost as much as I loved sucking my juice from someone's mouth after they'd eaten me.
After she'd cum again, I straddled her face and bounced my slit on her tongue, pinching my clit until I exploded again, covering her face and tits with my juice. When we were done, we showered in the private bathroom, and she licked my pussy clean before giving me a sponge bath.
I looked at my phone to see who kept calling; it was Kier, my boyfriend's younger brother. Ever since I fucked him, he called me daily, asking when he could see me again. I had no intention of seeing him since I never meant to fuck him in the first place. He had stayed at my home while Chad was away the last month, and we ended up fucking. He offered me his virginity, and I took it. I later found out that he had seen me plowing his brother in the ass, thanks to the video Chad had carelessly left lying around, and snuck into my bed one night after I had been drinking while Chad was out of town.
Kier was twenty-three and a walking thirst trap. He wasn’t your typical wealthy kid with mommy/daddy issues. He was rugged and unrefined, with innocence and a bad boy persona combined. His body was bulging with muscles, shoulder-length hair, and green eyes. He was gorgeous and the opposite of his squeaky-clean brother. I couldn’t believe he was still a virgin! Kier was unsure about life or his preference; I could tell from watching him over the past year, but, judging by how he used his enormous cock, someone would be happy either way he chose to swing. I certainly could count myself as one of the lucky ones, because he fucked me so good that I had to change my sheets.
I had come home from a party and had been a bit tipsier than I cared to be. Undressed, I laid naked, face down, on my bed and was drifting into a deep sleep when Kier slid his cock into me and began fucking me like his cock was starving. Looking over my shoulder as he hovered over me, slamming his massive tool in my slit, I said nothing because it felt so good as he filled me, and my pussy wrapped around his thick, white cock like a glove. After the night I’d had, I needed to be fucked. I didn’t care who did it. So, I lifted my ass in the air, allowing him to continue his assault on my twat. Moments later, I felt the head twitch inside me as he unloaded a batch of hot cum in me, filling my pussy so much that I could hear it splashing as he continued to pump in me.
When he was done, without a word, he flipped me over, spread my legs, and stretched my slit open. Kier stared at my twitching hole before moving down and devouring my pussy, making me tremble all the more. I felt my pussy contracting harder, mixing our cum together and forcing it out; he began sucking our cum out of me, swallowing it. It was a beautiful sight. After vacuuming my pussy, he rolled on his back and lifted his legs as high as they would, offering me his ass.
I asked, "Kier, has anyone ever fucked you in the ass?"
"No, Celeste," was his response.
"You seem eager to let me be your first. Why is that?"
"I saw how my brother screamed your name as you fucked him and how he came so hard for you. I want to call your name, too; let me show you how much I love you and want to be your boy slut," he said.
There was a sort of need and longing in his voice. I asked, "Kier, you don't mind that it means that you would be sharing me with your brother?" not taking his declaration of love seriously.
"No, I don't mind as long as you fuck me, and let me fuck you often," he said.
The thought of fucking two brothers made my pussy so wet. I imagined both fucking me together in some sort of competition. Two thick, white cocks fighting for my mocha-colored snatch. I chuckled slightly at the visual, but I told Kier that tonight would have to be a one-time thing and a secret we could never tell anyone, mainly Chad.
"Ok, I won't tell, so long as you keep fucking me,” he said.
I walked to my closet and pulled out a few things. I needed to be gentle since this was the first time, and I did like the kid.
As I returned to the bed with my smaller dildo, Kier instantly said, "that's not the one you used with Chad." Smiling, I told him he was not ready for that one, thinking he sure was greedy.
He smiled and said, "I guess you're right."
He watched me as I tightened the straps before climbing up close to him. I massaged his balls in my hand as I sucked on his nipples before kissing him deeply. I could tell it was his first time by how he shivered and the amount of pre-cum that leaked from him. Leaning down, I ran my tongue along the slit of his cock, sopping up his drippings, allowing him to settle down and relax. His cock sprang up at me just before I swallowed it.
