Cyber Connection - Chapter 3: Going to the Fair

 

You wake up the next morning, and look at your phone. “What am I going to do?” you ask yourself aloud.

Last night after Bobby logged off, you chatted with Jen. She had a few ideas. Things like “Wait a couple of days to talk to him” and “let him make the first move”. She also reminded you that her offer to have you go with her and Roger to the County Fair was still open.

Once you are clean, dressed, and at work, you see that next week’s schedule is up. You don’t have to work neither Saturday nor Sunday. It’s the first time you’ve had a whole weekend off for a while. You check with the Manager to make sure you read it correctly. He lightly chuckles “Yep, we have some new hires who need some weekend time. You enjoy yours, and be ready for your shift on Monday.”

You smile, thank him, and remind him that you still have today’s shift to work. Quickly you text Jen, before you pick up your cashier drawer, “Hey, Jen. I’m free for the weekend. So Fair tomorrow?”

A smiley face emoji pops up “Yay! TTYL.”

You quickly reply “TTYL” and send a “kiss” emoji.

Your shift goes well. Not as happy as yesterday, but you still smile at customers and they all seem to smile back. No angry customers or major complaints. All in all, a good day.

Once you are home, you check both your phone and your computer. You want NiceGuy63111 to make the first move this time. You eat dinner, check your other emails and messages, and then decide to go to bed. Part of you wants to text him. To tell him you enjoy chatting with him. But then you shake your head as you stand up. “I almost sound like one of those lovesick teens in a bad drama. Just get some sleep, and enjoy tomorrow with Jen and Roger.” You say aloud as you clean up and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Jen texts “Come over to our place this morning. The Fair opens at noon.” You look at it. Maybe you should just do things around your apartment until then. Before you can start typing, you read, “Roger says if you come over, he’ll cook both of us breakfast.”

You think about it. “Roger is a great cook, and their place is closer to the fairgrounds. Maybe it’s what I need to keep Bobby out of your head for a bit.” You respond, “Give me a few minutes, then I’ll come over. Is he doing pancakes or eggs?”

“I don’t know what he has in mind. He won’t let me into the kitchen. I think there is bacon or sausage cooking already.” She finished with a smiley face with hearts emoji.

You smile and shake your head. “I’m on my way.”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you drive over. Saturday morning traffic isn’t bad, so you are still in a good mood when you arrive at their place. Jen pulls you in as you ring the doorbell, giving you a hug. “I’m glad you’re here. What did you do last night?”

You hug her in return, “Nothing. I took your advice and didn’t DM him.”

She gives you an odd look. “Oh. I was hoping that you ignored my advice and had something really juicy to tell me.”

You smile brightly, “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I was a good girl last night.”

“Who was a good girl?” Roger asks as he steps from the kitchen, wearing a grilling apron over his shorts and T-shirt. He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same to him, feeling his morning stubble on your lips.

“She was. She didn’t DM ‘Mr. NiceGuy’ last night.”

“NiceGuy63111” you correct her.

“Aww. Darn, I was hoping to hear more about your sexting.” He sniffs the air, “Whoops, let me get back to the kitchen.” Then turns and gets back to cooking. You and Jen sit at their table. Roger brings out the coffee pot and a couple of mugs. “Do you want pancakes or omelettes?”

“I’ll have whatever Jen’s having.” You respond.

“One unwrapped, uncut, sausage.” He says jokingly.

Jen stands up, grabs him by the crotch and pulls him back into the kitchen. “That’s my sausage, and she never gets it. Do you understand. Make us pancakes.” She says in a mock dominatrix voice.

“Oooo now I’m curious, is his sausage that good?” You playfully ask.

You, Jen, and Roger have known each other for years. If they ever get married, you’ll probably be Jen’s maid of honor, but for now you’re always happy to see how much they love each other. Ok, maybe you’re a little jealous of their relationship too, but they are good to each other and great to be around.

The pancakes are great. Light and fluffy, with melted butter, and warm syrup. Roger also put a sausage on your plate. It must be from the local farmer’s market because you could see the tip push out though the casing. “You weren’t joking about being uncut.” You comment as you take a bite. It’s somewhat spicy but different than the ones you’ve had.

“I thought both of you ladies might enjoy them.” He says with a smile and a wink.

“You should have gotten the spicy Italian ones. Maybe I will have to go and find one at the market for myself next time.” Jen comments with a wink.

All of you spend the rest of the morning enjoying the breakfast and chatting. You help clean up afterwards.

You all load up into Roger’s convertible. The weather’s nice so he puts the top down. “Jen, have you guys ever done it in here, with the top down?”

Jen blushes for a moment. “I have a fantasy about doing that, but Roger reminds me that there really isn’t a lot of room. And as much as I fantasize about doing something in public, I’m really chicken to try.”

You think about that. “Maybe I should ask Bobby if he has ever done anything in a car, or in public?”

“He’s probably sexted about that as a fantasy with someone. I hear that ‘in public’ is a common fantasy.”

“Almost as common as Threesomes.” Roger comments playfully.

Jen places her hand on his lap. “I already told you, I’m not sharing. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.” Once again using that mock Dom voice.

He bows his head for a moment. “Yes Dear.” You laugh at that. Roger is almost a full head taller than both of you, so every time you picture Roger being subservient to Jen, you laugh. Especially when you imagine Jen in a skin tight leather outfit and Roger wearing just a pair of Speedos, which barely fit him.

You mention the image in your mind to Jen, who also laughs. “Maybe you should see if Bobby is into that kind of fantasy?”

After you get out of the car, you walk behind both Roger and Jen for a moment. Both of them are in good shape, and you really can imagine them as a fetish couple. Though as Jen has admitted that she is too much of a chicken to try any of that. Heck, you’ve never tried that either. Only read about it and seen it in pop culture.

As you walk through the gate, you smell various fried foods, popcorn, and cotton candy. The rides have already started and you hear sounds of people screaming in joy and excitement. There are bells, noises, and lights. Everything you expect at the fair.

“Before we ride the rides, lets go down to the Livestock judging.” Jen says.

“Sure” you respond. You have all day, so you follow them to the Livestock Pavilion. The smell of animals is so much stronger than you expected. It pushes away the other scents of the fair. The three of you look at the sheep, goats, and cows. There are horses in another group of stalls. The horses don’t stink as bad as the other animals. 

Roger points to the ‘Poultry Barn’. “Let’s see what’s in there.” Inside you there are chickens, geese, ducks, and turkeys. Some have ribbons attached to their cages. You really don’t know anything about judging or livestock, but the ribbons are pretty.

In another building, there are jams, quilts, carvings, and other handmade goods that were judged. You wish you could have had free samples of the jams, but tasting was done yesterday.

Soon you all head to the rides. Bumper cars, tilt-a-whirl, merry go round, and the Ferris wheel. You notice that the Ferris wheel is a small one, only large enough for two people per car. You whisper in Jen’s ear “I dare you and Roger to play with each other while riding it.”

She looks at it, and then you. The lower part of it swings up and covers you from the waist down. She whispers something to Roger. He nods and smiles. “If we do it, what are you going to do?” She asks.

“I’ll cook you dinner at your place and clean up afterwards.” You say.

“It’s a deal.” Roger responds.

They board the wheel and you move away from the line so you can watch them. The wheel is slow to load. One car at a time until all dozen are filled. You notice that both of them have their hands below the safety shield. You really can’t see what they are doing, but Jen’s face is turning red. She makes faces you’ve never seen her make before. The noises of the fair are covering whatever noises she is making. Roger is also making some strange faces. Soon the ride is over. When it is time for them to step out of their car, Jen adjusts her shorts, as does Roger. Roger has a stain on his right leg.

You rush up to them. “How was that?” You ask in amazement.

Jen is a little wobbly as she walks. “I’ll tell you when we get out of here. Roger needs to change his shorts.” He walks behind both of you, to hide the stain.

“Ok, fair is fair. Let’s go and I’ll make dinner.” You say, giving Jen a sideways hug.

Jen can’t believe that she jerked off Roger as he fingered her, in public.

You smile at her quick vague descriptions. “Isn’t it what you always fantasize about. Doing something in public?” you ask.

“What are you making us for dinner?” Roger asks as he drives home.

Jen smiles. “She doesn’t have to cook. I have something better in mind once we get home.” She then turns to you. “You better go back to your place. Roger and I will be busy all night.”

You smile at that. “If you’re sure?”

“Why don’t you see if your ‘NiceGuy’ has any public sex fantasies?” She responds with a wink.

You head back to your apartment. You log on to your computer, but stop before sending him a message. “Maybe I should offer to create an erotic fantasy for him?” You say aloud. You the pull up a document and write a “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”, then you save it and make a quick dinner. “I should have gotten something at the fair, but Roger’s pancakes really were good.” You eat, clean up, and go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day.

(I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 and return next week for Chapter 4. I might keep this story going depending on what “you” do with “NiceGuy63111” next time. If you enjoyed this, Like and Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Road Trip - Part 2 - Truck Stop

 

We have been enjoying our road trip. After we had fun at the Rest Stop, we got back on the road. You were satisfied by me, so you took the blanket, laid it across your lap fell asleep for a bit.

You feel the car slow down, you open your eyes. “Is everything all right?” you ask. “Yeah, we are still a number of hours from the hotel, so I wanted to stop and take a short break at the Truck Stop. Did you want some food?” I respond. “Yes, but I need to use the restroom first.”

We stop and get out. You adjust your short skirt as you stand up. You are still not wearing panties since the rest stop. You reach into your bag and grab a thong and put it in your purse, so you can put it on in the Ladies’ Room. I notice, and make an exaggerated frown. “Awww. I thought you were enjoying riding commando today.”

You lean close to me, kiss my cheek and say “My love, do you want me to sit in the Truck Stop restaurant and flash all of these truckers as we eat?” 

“You could, but I understand. Let’s go use the toilet first and then we can order some food.”

You go into the ladies’ room and enter the first stall you see. You sit down and use the toilet. You notice a hole in the wall near your head. Written in marker it says “Glory Hole. Knock if you want Cock”.

You finish peeing, wipe yourself and flush.

You stand up and take a moment to put on your thong. You had always heard the rumor of glory holes. “Those are just in porn movies” you tell yourself.

Than you take a moment, “What the hell, I’ll see what happens.” You knock on the wall. “Knock, Knock, Knock”

You wait for a few seconds and then the tip of a penis pokes through the hole. It is pink and thin, but you are intrigued.

You get right up to it. You softly grip it, so you can slowly lick around the tip. “It is definitely not my man.” you think. It looks different and tastes different. You lick down the small portion of shaft sticking through.

It is getting harder. You like the idea of sucking some strange guy. You suck the tip. You take it deeper in your mouth. You take it until your face is pressed against the wall.

It isn’t comfortable. But maybe if you suck him harder, he'll cum quickly. You put your fingers around it as you suck. You hear a groan though the wall as you work your mouth back and forth on the tip and shaft. You feel the pre-cum making it slick.

You suck him harder and taste his sour cum in your mouth. You take some toilet paper and wipe your mouth.

“Knock, Knock, Knock”

You look and see a larger, thicker, and darker cock poke through the hole. “Mmmm That looks tasty.” you say. You stroke it and lick it. This one feels better as you work your mouth around it.

As you do your pussy is getting damp. “I love the feeling of sucking strange cocks” you think to yourself. You lick and suck it. You take as much of it in your mouth as you can.

You hear “Oh Lord Jesus” through the wall. His cum spurts in your mouth. You are surprised how it tastes so different than the last one. Less sour, a bit more acrid. But not bad.

You wipe your mouth again as you hear some muffled comments though the wall. Then “Knock, Knock, Knock”.

Another dick sticks though the hole. “I’ll do this one, but then I have to go.” you say in a low tone. You don’t really want to stop, but you don’t want me to get worried about you.

This one is a dark pink, with a foreskin that is slid back. You slide the foreskin back and forth a bit and the tip gets darker. You lick and suck it. Your tongue gliding down the shaft. It feels different than the other two. You wonder how this one will taste. You stroke it faster and suck it harder. Your pussy definitely damp with desire. You wish I was licking your pussy as you suck these strange cocks.

It cums in your mouth. This one is a bit sweeter than the other ones.

You grab your purse, get up, and leave the stall, before someone else can knock. You wash up at the sink. Looking in the mirror you rinse your mouth, and put on some lipstick. As you do, another woman who is obviously on vacation, walks in and uses that stall.

After a few moments you hear a light “knock, knock, knock”. You wonder if it was her or from the other side. Regardless you hope she has as much fun as you did.

You look in the mirror one last time, make sure your top and skirt are straight. “I will need to change panties again.” you mutter.

When you come out, I’m standing just outside the fast-food restaurant. “Is everything all right?” I ask. You nod, “Let’s order something, then I will tell you all about it as we eat, I have a good appetite now.” you say as you lightly brush my crotch and wink suggestively.

Cyber Connection - Chapter 2: Talking to Jen

 When you wake up the next morning, you check your messages to see if NiceGuy63111 sent anything. No. But he normally doesn’t message in the morning. He works a 7–4 job somewhere, so he’s normally out of the house by the time you wake up.

You look at your watch, and get ready for work. You remember that you’ve got the morning shift.

On your way to work, you text your friend Jen. “Jen, If you’ve got time today, can we meet during your lunch break or coffee break?” You are lucky that she works as an office assistant only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

As you pull into the parking lot, your phone dings. “Sure. Shall we grab something at the coffee shop around 10:30?” you read.

“Ok. I should be able to take a break then. TTYL”

The manager is already here, checking to make sure the night team didn’t leave any messes behind when they closed up. You smell the grill and the fryer as they both heat up. You get your cash drawer, quickly you count and confirm what you have, then slide it into the register.

All morning you have felt pretty good after last night. Your smile at each customer has been met by a similar one. It’s almost like your good mood is infectious.

Even the lady who comes back, complaining that her hotcakes weren’t right, does it politely “Miss, I hate to bother you, but my order isn’t right.” She says, handing you her receipt. You glance at it and her tray.

She is correct, so, you hand the receipt back to her. “Ma’am if you wait a moment, I’ll get the right order for you.” You say as you tell the line and they quickly hand the right order, which you in turn hand to her. She smiles and says in a sincere tone. “Thank you. That’s why I like coming here. You’re always so helpful.”

You realize as she sits down that this was the same woman, the other day, complained about her coffee and said that she was never coming back.

As the breakfast crowd thins out, you wipe down the counters and tables.

When it gets closer to 10:30 you tell the manager that you want to take your lunch break early, before the next big rush shows up. He agrees and takes over the register. You grab your windbreaker and cellphone. “Jen, I’m on my way.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there.” She responds.

The weather is nice, and you really don’t need the windbreaker, but you also don’t want your uniform shirt visible while you sit in a competitor’s coffee shop.

You enter the shop, get a drink and a sweet roll, then you sit and wait for Jen. The spices in your drink go well with the frosted sweet roll.

Jen comes in and waves to you. “Let me place my order first, then we’ll talk.” she says. She gets a tall sweet foamy drink and a huge cinnamon roll, then sits across from you.

“So, what’s up?” she asks as she takes a sip.

You look at her, “Do you and Roger enjoy sexting?” you ask.

She leans forward, “Sure. From time to time. Especially when he travels for work. Why?”

You tap your phone and pull up Bobby’s messages from last night. “Has he ever done anything like this?” You ask as you slide the phone to her.

She takes a bite of her roll and reads the screen. She slows down her chewing as she reads the messages more intently. She swallows, then takes a sip of her drink. “You did this last night?” she asks.

You nod. “Has Roger ever done..”

“I wish.” She says leaning back in her chair for a moment. “Maybe next time he travels, I need to really step up my sexting game.” she says. You look around realizing that she said that louder than you expected. She hands your phone back. “Wow! He just described massaging you. No sex, no dick picks, no requests of nudes from you?” she says with a tone of disbelief.

You shake your head and grin. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Should I try take it further? He said he used to be really good at this.”

Jen leans forward again. “What do you mean? Is he some sort of ‘male cyber slut’?”

You shake your head. “No. He told me his marriage broke up from him sexting and online porn.”

Jen takes another bite of her roll. She chews on it while thinking. After she swallows, she asks “Where would you like this to go?”

You take a sip as you think about it. “I don’t know. When we signed off last night, I had to finish myself with my toy.” you say in a low tone.

“So” Jen says in an equally low tone, “you want to know if I think you should ‘go all the way’ with him?” You nod as you finish your drink.

Jen finishes her roll. “Realistically. I would continue to go slow. See if he wants to do ‘online oral’ or something. Save doing more for later.”

“Ok, Thanks.” You tell her and check your watch. “I should get back to work.” She nods and looks at her phone. “Yeah, I need to bring back drinks for the rest of the office.” As you both stand up, you hug each other. “So, can you join me and Roger on Saturday?” she asks.

“They post the schedule, later in the week. I’ll know then and text you.” You respond. “Thanks again, talk to you later.” You smile as you leave, and she places a large order to go.

You feel good, and the rest of your shift goes well. No major complaints and nothing out of the ordinary. When you get home, you tingle with anticipation.

“Are you home yet?” you text NiceGuy63111, as drive home. He hadn’t responded by the time you enter your apartment. You change out of your uniform, and into sweats and a T-shirt without a bra this time, then log into your computer. You open the chat app, as you also check emails. He hadn’t responded yet, but you try to keep hopeful thoughts as you make dinner. Heating up one of those easy microwave noodle meals. Not the healthiest of options but neither is the food where you work. You add steamed vegetables to balance it out. You mix it all into a bowl and then sit in front of your computer.

“Hi. I just finished eating dinner. How was your day?” You see the message appear on your screen.

“It went well. I’m eating dinner now too. I made noodles and steamed veggies. What did you have?” you type and take a fork full of food.

“I picked up a burger and fries on the way home. I had a busy day at work, so I didn’t feel like cooking.” He responds.

“What made it so busy?” you ask. He answers, talking about deadlines, customer complaints, and being shorthanded since one of his guys quit. As he vents his frustrations, you type a supportive “That sucks” or “Wow” so he doesn’t feel like he’s ranting alone.

You finish eating and place your empty bowl on the desk. “I wish I was there to help you feel better.” You type.

“I wish you were here too.” He responds. “We could sit on my couch and watch a movie.”

“I would like that.” you respond. “Can we try that as a fantasy? Like you did with the massage last night?”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I want to see if I can help you relax like you did me.” you type.

He takes a moment to respond but then you read “Ok… You come over to my place…..We are sitting on my couch.”

“I’m sitting next to you, leaning my head against your shoulder.” You continue.

“I put my arm around you and snuggle. I have a large bowl of popcorn on my lap. Oh, what type of movie are we watching?” He types.

“Does it matter?” you respond

“The movie helps set the mood.” He continues “Are we watching a Rom-Com, an action movie, a thriller, or a family movie? You don’t need to pick a title, just tell me what you imagine watching with me.”

You think about it then type “I’d like a rom-com, like ‘Pretty Woman’.”

“Ok, so the lights are low in my apartment aside from the TV screen. I have a large metal bowl of popcorn in my lap, which we share.”

You smile at his description, imagining how good it would feel. “I continue leaning my head against your shoulder. I feed you a couple pieces of popcorn, then eat a few myself.”

“Mmmm. I like that. Yes, I gently take the popcorn from your fingers, so you only feel my lips.”

“He is so good at this.” you think. Then you type. “I rest my hand on your crotch and feel the warmth of the popcorn bowl on your jeans.”

He types back, “I move your hand, so you can grab more popcorn.”

“I put it back and rub you through your jeans.”

“Stop. That’s not what I want.” He types.

“Bobby, What if it’s what I want?” you ask. “I want to make you feel better. Don’t you want me unzipping your jeans and stroking or sucking you, to make you happy?”

There is a long pause before he responds.

“I told you yesterday that Sexting was part of what ruined my marriage. I like you. I don’t want rush or push things.”

You type, “But last night felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“But it’s not what I want. Not right now.” He types, “I like the fantasy of you next to me. A female friend just sitting and enjoying a movie with some popcorn. It’s not a date or anything. Just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

“But what if I want more!” you reply. “What if my fantasy is to come over to your place, snuggle next to you, and then have sex? Can’t I get that too?”

There is a long pause before he responds again. “Why don’t we stop here for the night? If you want to sext, in the style that I do, it takes time and a little creativity.”

Before you can type a response, he continues, “I’m not saying that I don’t think you can do it, but I am saying that it’s more than ‘get naked’, ‘get hard’, ‘lick it’, ‘suck it’, and ‘fuck until we cum’. Reread what I wrote last night. Read how I described what my fingers did and what you felt.”

“I can do that” you quickly type. “I can focus on describing what you feel, how hard I make you, and how good you taste.” As you read your own words, you think “Where is this coming from? Is it because he turned me away or because it feels like a challenge?”

“Let’s call it a night. If tomorrow you want a sexting fantasy, I’ll be better prepared for it.” you read.

“What do you mean prepared for it? Like having to take Viagra or something?” you ask genuinely curious.

A laughing emoji pops up, with “No nothing like that. It’s more that I need to think of you as a woman who wants to have sex with me. Not a friend coming over.” There is another pause, “As I told you, I’ve made changes to my life. I try not to look at every woman as a sex object, I try to listen and pay attention to them as people, and I try to keep friends as friends. IRL I don’t have any ‘friends with benefits’, so I don’t do that online either.”

“Ok, Bobby. Let’s log off. Talk to you tomorrow.” you say.

“Goodnight.” he types and posts a sleeping emoji.

You aren’t sure if it’s shock, anger, or frustration about what happened, but you feel too keyed up to go to bed. You text Jen. “Hey, You won’t believe what happened tonight…”

(This was Part 2 of my multipart story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, subscribe and follow me. Part 3 will post next week. See you then.)

Cleaning the Office at Night

 

You work for a small cleaning company that is responsible for an office building.

It’s the end of the day and you are alone, going from empty office to empty office, ensuring they are clean.

As you push your cart around, emptying waste baskets, and wiping down desks, you notice an office with the lights on and the door partially opened.

Looking in, you see a young guy, leaning back in his chair and watching porn. On the computer screen, you see an older woman with her skirt hiked up, sitting on a desk and a younger man licking her pussy. She is moaning.

It looks so exciting and you wish it was you.

The man in the chair pulls his dick out of his pants and starts stroking it. It is a nice-looking cock. But you know he shouldn’t be here, so you fully open the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask in a loud voice. He is startled and embarrassed.

“Ummm… I…aah, was just finishing up the monthly reports.” He says as he minimizes what was on his screen, but you still hear the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers.

“Sir, no one is supposed to be in the building. Do I need to call security and tell them what I found?” you ask in a professional and stern tone.

You hear “Yesss! Yess! Fuck Me harder!” from the speaker. He clicks the speaker icon and mutes it.

“Please don’t tell anyone. I really was working on the reports, and then I got bored. If they find out what I was doing…”

“It could cost you your job.” You respond.

Looking down you see that his prick is still hard. He’s cute and you’re now horny too.

“I won’t say anything, but under two conditions. One, show me what you were watching,” as you close the office door, “And Two, I want you to lick my pussy.”

He swallows nervously. “Are you sure?”

You smile broadly and nod, walking around the desk.

Restoring the video to full screen you see the video of a man fucking a woman on a desk. The title at the bottom reads “Female boss fucking male secretary”.

You watch for a moment as she lays him on the desk and rides him hard.

It looks so good and you feel excitement growing in you.

You slide the papers to the side of the desk, pull down your slacks and panties, then sit on the top of the desk. It is smooth and cool on your ass.

“You did the first part, and now I need you to do the second.” You say spreading your legs wide. He gets on his knees, his cock still out, and you feel his hands on your thighs as he brings his mouth closer to you. The tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy lips. You grab his head and pull his mouth on to you.

“You enjoy watching an older woman and a younger guy? Show me how much you want it.” You say in a commanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am” he says as he licks you faster. You feel his fingers grip you harder as his tongue goes deeper.

His face is so smooth as it rubs between your thighs. You feel his tongue going up and down between your wet pussy lips, then his fingertips on the hood of your clit as he pushes back and then licks it.

The slick warm feeling of his tongue on your clit is so good.

You grab a handful of his short thick hair, and pull his mouth closer still.

“Suck my clit.” You command him.

His mouth is warm and wet as it covers your clit, and you feel a gentle suction at first. It gets stronger as he sucks you harder.

“Yes, put your finger in my cunt as you suck my clit, little boy.” You tell him. You feel his finger slowly going in, moving inside of you, and then out. He does it again as he licks your clit.

You spread your legs wider to give him more room as he works two fingers in more confidently and sucks your clit again. On the lower part of your legs, you feel the waistband of your panties stretching, so you bring your legs back in a little closer.

It feels so good, you tighten your thighs around him in pleasure and hump his mouth. You are breathing harder, as you feel the wave of pleasure move though you and orgasm around his fingers and mouth, holding his head tightly against you.

You slowly release him, and see his still hard cock as he stands up.

You get up. “Lie on your back, on the floor.” You tell him. His cock looks so fresh and ready, you want to ride him, like the woman in the video. With him flat on his back, you fully remove your slacks and panties, before you straddle him and slowly lower yourself on to him, you rub yourself with his tip and shaft.

Moving back and forth, spreading your wetness along his hard dick. You slowly feed him into your wet and open pussy. He feels so much thicker than his fingers, as you work yourself up and down until you take him all the way in.

Then you lean forward and pinning his hands down.

“I am going to ride you until I cum again. If you cum too soon, then you will have to lick me clean. Do you understand?” You say, looking directly into his eyes.

You are enjoying the power of control you feel over him.

Slowly rocking back and forth, he feels so good inside of you. As you go forward you grind your clit against him and you enjoy the pressure.

Your top and bra are still on. You let go of his wrists, sit up and open your top. Then you grab his hands again and rub your nipples against his shirt as you continue rhythmically riding him.

You do this harder and faster. You’re breathing harder too.

You are enjoying this so much, and are going to cum again.

Your pussy pulses around his cock and you feel him throbbing inside of you.

As you stand up, cum drips from you.

Shaking your head, you move up and straddle his face.

“I warned you that you would have to lick me clean if you came in me.” You scold him.

With enthusiasm, he licks your pussy clean. “I am all done, Ma’am. You are all clean.” He says in a low but proud voice.

Getting up, you reach down and feel that you are damp but not sticky. “You did a good job.”

After you get dressed, you wipe down the desk and make sure the wastebasket is empty.

“I won’t report you. But if you need to work late again, please inform the cleaning staff.” You say as you hand him one of the cards you have on your cart.

“I will Ma’am. And thank you for the great job you do. I will make sure I clean off my desk when I am done with my reports.” He responds as he gathers his papers, turns off the porn, pulls up a document on the screen, and sits back down in his chair.

You make sure your outfit is straight and finish up the building for the night, wondering if you will have that man pleasure you again in the future.

(This was a quick stand alone story. If you enjoyed it, Like and comment. If you want more stories about these characters, tell me. If you enjoy my writings, follow, subscribe and share. See you next time.)

Road Trip - Part 1 - The Rest Stop

We are driving on a long highway. The road is empty and boring. The weather is warm and you are wearing a light summer dress.

While I’m focused on the road, you slowly slide your cotton panties, around your ass, and down your bare legs. You are feeling so naughty, you raise the back of your dress up, so your bare ass is on the warm car seat.

You slowly take your panties and hold them under my nose. I jerk back for a second and ask “What are you doing? I’m driving.” You lean close to me. ‘‘I removed my panties, so when you find a place to stop, you can fuck my wet pussy.” Your hand goes to my crotch and you slowly stroke my hardening dick through my pants.

We pass a sign. “Next Rest Stop 10 miles”

“Will you last 10 miles?” You ask as one hand slowly strokes me, and your other hand slowly rubs your pussy. “Mmmm my pussy is so wet.” And you take your fingers and rub them across my lips. I lick my lips. “Mmmm yes you are.”

As we get closer you grab my cock through my pants. You feel how hard I am. “I’m so tempted to suck you off while you’re driving.” You say in a devilish voice. “Please my love, don’t. We are getting closer. When we get there, my cock is all yours.” You squeeze it once more. “Don’t forget that I want you to make me cum too, lover.” And you lick my earlobe.

I focus on the road.

You see the rest stop. It’s a small group of buildings. Restrooms for men & women, snack & soda machines, a large map on a sign saying “You are Here”, and some picnic tables near trees. The place is mostly empty. A large truck is parked, and a minivan with a family on vacation, are stopped and using the facilities.

“Damn I thought it would be empty.” You hear me say. You grab my hand, a blanket from the backseat, and say “Come this way.”

The family with the kids are at the vending machines, and don’t seem to notice us, as you lead me to a table with lots of shade. You place the blanket on the top like a table cloth. Then sit on it, your legs spread, showing me your bare pussy. “Lick my pussy.” You command.

I position myself on the bench so my head is between your thighs.

My tongue slowly licks up and down your wet pussy lips. Up, around your sensitive clit, then down. You feel the tip of my tongue teasingly lick between your lips. As I’m licking, my hand is stroking my cock through my pants. I lick around and suck your clit. You grab my head as you feel my suction on your clit.

I undo my pants and they fall to my ankles, as I get my cock nice and hard.

“Want me to fuck you? Or finger and suck you first?” I ask.

You pull your breasts free from your dress. Your nipples are hard.

“Fuck me now” you say in a breathy voice.

I stand up and guide my hard cock into you. You wrap your legs around me.

You feel the tip go in and out. Then I go deeper. You feel my shaft going in and out. Your pussy is so wet, my cock moves smoothly.

You pull my chest against yours as you enjoy the feeling of me inside of you. My shirt rubs against your hard nipples.

I keep fucking you and you hold me tight.

“Do want me to cum in your pussy? Or somewhere else?” I ask

“Fill my pussy” you say. My cock is so slick with pre-cum.

I thrust and hold it as my cum fills your wet pussy. We kiss each other hard as my cock throbs inside of your pussy.

“Cum for me, my love.” I say. “Make me cum for you.” You respond.

With my cock still inside you, I rub your clit in small fast circles.

“I’m going to make you cum.” I say as I rub your clit and pull your nipple.

I do this faster and harder. You feel my cock getting hard again inside of you. You are breathing harder and moaning a bit.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” I feel you squeeze my body. Your wet pussy pulsing around my cock.

You moan loudly and it echoes a bit.

I kiss you again. “Dear, we need to get going. Let’s use the restrooms to clean up. And get back on the road.” You feel my softening cock slip from you. I pull up my pants, then help you to your feet. I grab the blanket as you walk into the ladies room.

After a few minutes, we are back on the road.

(This was Part 1 of 3 of the Road Trip. I hope you enjoyed it. It is one of the first stories I wrote, years ago, but I think it still holds up. If you enjoyed it Like and Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next time.)

Cyber Connection - Chapter 1: When Chatting Becomes Something Else

 

You just want to get home and get online. Your job isn’t bad, it just gets frustrating some days. You work at a chain fast food restaurant. When you started, you were on the grill and fryer, but over time you moved up, so now you work the front counter. Today was stressful. The customers were rude and impatient, but not so much that the Manager had to deal with them. Just irritating enough to stress you out.

Walking into your little apartment, you wish you had a pet. A cat or dog. But if you did, then you’d have to care for them and you never seem to have time.

You get out of your uniform and pull on a T-shirt and sweats. As you do, you feel the tension in your neck and shoulders. Grabbing a drink from the fridge, you stretch for a moment then sit down and log into your computer.

After you go through emails, you feel bored and a little tired. Maybe you’ll go to bed early, but first you open up a couple of your chat apps. 

There are a few messages, most of which are from old classmates, including your “BFF”, Jen, talking about plans for the upcoming weekend. Maybe if you aren’t working, you’ll spend time with her and her boyfriend Roger.

A message pops up. You smile. It’s from ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day?” you type on the screen.

He and you have been chatting for months. At first you thought he might be a scammer, but he never asked for anything, nor sent anything that you didn’t want to see.

The only pics you and he have shared are quick, smiling selfies. No nudes or anything that you didn’t want. His comments are sometimes light and flirty, but nothing suggestive or dirty.

You pieced together that he’s a divorced guy in St. Louis, a little older than you. He let slip a few times that he hadn’t been a good husband, but he was still making changes in his life. One of those changes is learning how to listen to women. Whenever you chat with him, he seems genuinely interested in how you are. He makes you feel comfortable and safe.

“How was your day?” he texts.

You quickly type “Fine”. As you still feel the tension in your shoulders.

“Really? Not a stressful day?” You can almost hear the doubt in his words.

“Ok, let me tell you about it.” You reply. Telling him about the irritating customers, frustrations of having to clean up messy tables, and reading texts from your friends who have plans that you might not be able to take part in. As you type, your neck and shoulders still have that tight, tense feeling.

“Damn it. I wish you were here to give me a massage or something.” You quickly type. 

You are about to delete it, but before you can, he responds “Really? I can’t be there, but would it help if I described how I would massage you?”

You chew on your lower lip for a moment. You’ve never tried anything like that. You know that people ‘sext’ all the time. When you were in school, you and your boyfriend at the time, tried it. It was okay. It just seemed rushed and stupid, especially if you were going to hook up later. But this is different. Bobby isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t meeting up later, but you think “What the hell. Sure.” 

“Ok.” You type and watch the screen.

“Imagine I’m there.” He starts. 

“Standing behind you…

“You are sitting…

“and you feel my hands gently caress your neck.” 

He types in small texts with pauses.

“Lean your head forward as I slowly rub and caress your neck….. 

“Now feel my fingers on your shoulders…… 

“I softly but firmly press… 

“moving my fingers in small circles…

“relaxing your neck….

“and helping remove the tension from your shoulders.”

As you read his words, you try to imagine what he is describing. You slowly roll your head and crack your neck. Then you exhale and relax your shoulders.

“That’s it….

“Feel how good my fingers are on you….

“Feel how your muscles are relaxing.”

You pull off your T-shirt and bra, and double check to make sure your cam isn’t on. Then you slowly rub your neck. Moving your fingers as he described. 

“This feels so good.” You text and then lean back in your chair. “Can you massage my breasts?” you type. Then quickly delete it. Almost ashamed of what you typed.

He types “I can massage your front, if you want. It’s your call.”

You chew your lower lip for a moment, then type, “Yes… Please Continue.”

“Ok. Then instead of sitting, imagine lying down with your shirt off…. 

“A pillow or towel is under your head… 

“and you relax as I slowly drip baby oil down the center of your chest. I rub some on my hands…

“then I start with your shoulders and upper chest.”

You get up and head to the bathroom. Finding a small bottle of lotion, you sit back down. Slowly you drip a line between your breasts. It’s cold on your skin. Setting the bottle down, you slowly rub the lotion on your skin.

“From your upper chest you feel as I move down and around your breasts….

“my slick fingers massaging and caressing your warm smooth skin…..

“around and in between.”

As he describes it, you slowly work the lotion around your tits. Your nipples are getting hard. You’ve never done anything like this with Bobby.

“As I rub your breasts, I slowly rub around your nipples….

“I imagine they are hard and sensitive.” As you read his text, you pull and roll your nipples.

“They are” you quickly type and follow with, “You can suck on them if you want.” which you then delete. If he was here, you would say that, but he is halfway across the country, and you don’t have that kind of relationship.

“I move down to your flat tummy…

“softly massaging and caressing your abdominal muscles…. 

“Careful to massage and not tickle.”

“You are so good at this.” You type. “Do you do this kind of thing often?”

“Do you feel better? More relaxed?” he responds.

“Yes. I feel better.” You say, pulling your T-shirt back on. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you do this often? With other people?”

There is a pause before he types his response. “I used to sext all the time. That is part of what broke up my marriage, my online cheating.”

“Oh” you type and then just look at the screen. After a moment you continue. “So why haven’t we sexted?”

“You didn’t seem interested. I enjoy our friendship. I’m trying to be a better person and make positive changes in my life. Sending ‘dick pics’ and sexting with women I meet online is how I used to do things. That’s not who I am now.”

“Oh.” You respond again. “So it isn’t a ‘looks’ thing?”

“Hell no. I’ve told you many times that you are cute and beautiful. I love the selfies you send. If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you. But that’s not the type of relationship we have.”

You read his comments again. ‘If that’s what you want, I’d love to pleasure you.’

“Bobby, can we stop for the night. I really enjoyed the massage fantasy. It helped. I feel so much better.”

“I’m glad. That was the point of the fantasy.” He quickly replies.

“What would you think if I wanted sexting?” you type.

The dots on your screen blink as he is typing something.

He must have been typing and deleting because when it post it’s only says.
“I can do that, if that is what you really want. But lets wait. It’s getting late here and I have to get up early. Goodnight.”

“Of course. Goodnight Bobby” you type and log off.

You tingle with excitement and anticipation. You go to your bedroom and masturbate, fantasizing about him.

(This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a three or more chapter story. If you enjoyed it, Like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe.)

Rounding up Strays

You are a cowboy and recently started working on the Lazy BJ ranch. You had encountered a bounty hunter who recommended that you look for work there. The range boss hired you on. “You’re a good-lookin’ fella. The old hunter was right, we could use another good pair of strong hands around here. Show me what ya’ got.”

You demonstrated your skill with a lariat, roping a calf, and then he had you drive another cow into a pen using your horse and voice. Once the gate was closed, the boss said, “Yeah, you know what you’re doin’. You’re hired”.

You were shown the bunk house. “The’re a few rules you need to follo’, First: I’m the Boss. If I tell ya’ to do somethin’, ya’ do it. Second: Ya’ don’t mess none of the womenfolk in the house. Third: We all help each other out. Do ya’ got it?” ‘Yes sir. I do.’

That was your introduction to life on the Lazy BJ. You share the bunkhouse with Mack, Joe, Tony, Bret, and “Swede”. Mack and Joe are freedmen from somewhere back east, Tony is a vaquero from down south, and Bret and “Swede” are both immigrants. All of you are just doing a job.

Around the ranch you take care of all of the chores. That includes moving cattle from one pasture to the next, caring for your horses, and even splitting wood for the household.

It’s easy to keep the rules. When the Boss orders you to do something, you do it. The guys are all easy to work with and friendly. As for not “messin’ with the womenfolk”, that’s easy. You always preferred the company of men and apparently all of these guys do too.

It’s nothing that is too obvious, but when Joe is working with the farrier, he comes back to the bunk house with his shirt still off. His dark skin, all sweaty and manly. And Bret always asks for help splitting wood. Swinging that axe, moving his hips as he splits logs with single strokes. His back and legs look so good as he works up a sweat.

This goes on for weeks. From time to time, you wonder if it is all just your imagination that the guys are getting with each other where others can’t see.

One day, Boss orders Mack and you to round up some of the strays in the “far 40”. You pack bed rolls and some food. It will be an overnight on the far end of the property.

After riding for a while, you strike up a conversation. Mack tells you that he has been working for the Lazy BJ when it was still two separate ranches. He had been a wrangler for the Bakers and the Rocking B. He and Boss were two of the guys who were hired on when the Rocking B linked with the Traveling J, because of the joining of the Bakers and the Joneses.

Later on, he asks “So how long ya’ been sweet on fellas?”

“The last ranch I worked at I realized I liked men better.” You reply

“So, ya’ done thin’s with others? Any in the bunk house?” he asks with a smile.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Though I like how Joe and Bret look after they been working.”

He laughs a bit. “If you like that, you should see them with each other. Bret’s got a big ol’ hawg, and Joe enjoys suckin’ on it.”

‘You saw them together?’ you ask a little surprised.

“Hell, saw ’em, they asked if I wanted to join ’em. I jus’ jerked my pecker instead.”

“Why? If it looked that good, wouldn’t it have felt better?” you ask genuinely curious.

“I like one at a time. Like when we’s on the trail, an’ we got’s to keep warm. I likes watching them go at it, but I can wait ‘till I’m alone with ‘nother.” He says happily.

You think about it for a moment, “I think I would have joined in. I like the idea of taking both at the same time.” You say with a smile.

“You like gettin’ buggered?” He asks with a sly grin.

“If I like the look and feel of it, then I like to ride it.”

He pushes back the brim of his hat, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before I forget, where are we going? I don’t see any cattle, so where will we find the strays?” You ask looking around at the horizon.

He smiles at you. “There’s a deep gully down yonder. Many a times I seen strays get down there and just stay. There’s water and sweetgrass. Once they get there, they don’t wanna leave. It runs for a good ways so we’ll go from one end to the other to get ‘em all, and any who hadn’t got there yet.”

You nod and keep riding. The slow rhythm of your horse between your legs feels good. You sort of wish Mack hadn’t mentioned seeing Bret and Joe going at it. You imagine feeling Joe’s dark skin against yours as you ride him. Going up and down, back and forth. You get hard just thinking about it. You shake your head and look at the terrain ahead. It all looks so flat. Lots of prairie grass and sage.

You grab your canteen and take a sip. The cool water feels good going down your throat. “How long will it take for us to get there?” You ask.

“Oh, we’ll get there before the sun gets too low, but we’ll overnight in the gully. Does that bother ya’?”

“Not at all.” You tell him. You look at the sweat slowly rolling down his face. The wetness beading up on his skin. You hadn’t been with a black man before. You have heard stories, but you live with these guys so you figure that what you heard was just more tall tales.

Looking down you notice a cowpie and some hoof prints. Both are somewhat old, but you look around for the animal that made them. You don’t see anything, just what looks like flat plains.

“We are jus’ ‘bout there.” Mack says as he wipes his face with his wild rag. You sniff the air and smell water. Mack points to a low trail in the grass. “Somethin’ moved that way. Follow and I bet ya’ we’ll find our first one.”

He rides up ahead and you see him seem to drop down. As you get closer you see a wide ravine cut into the land by a slow-moving river. Along the bank, eating grass, you see a steer. You whistle to get its attention. At first it ignores you, but then Mack moves closer to it and it starts to move down the riverbank. Looking ahead you see a couple more just lazily eating and moving. “I told ya’ they’d be here. Let’s get ’em movin’.”

You keep riding and gathering up a small herd as the sun sets low on the horizon.

“You ready to make camp for the night?” Mack asks.

There is a wide flat place, with a circle of rocks left over from previous riders. “So, this is where you overnight?”

“Yep. In the mornin’ we’ll hit a spot that leads out of this gully and drive the herd back home. There is grass and water here, so they won’t go far in the night. Why don’t ya’ go up that trail a piece and get us some dry wood. Ya’ll see a clump o’ cottonwoods. We don’ need much. Jus’ enough to build a camp fire.”

After a bit, you walk your horse back with a bundle of sticks strapped across the saddle. “That should be enough for tonight and some for tomorrow so we can have coffee.”

“Good thinkin’.” Mack quickly makes a campfire as you tether and unsaddle the horses, both yours and his. For a quick supper, we made a stew with water, jerked beef, and beans. You both have some cornbread that the cook gave you before you left in the morning.

After eating supper and cleaning up, Mack leans back on his saddle and packs a corncob pipe, and lights it with a twig. “Do you wan’ a smoke?” He asks, blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke into the night air.

You shake your head. “No thank you. I never got the habit. Though that smells good.”

Grabbing your bedroll, you lay it out near him, and lie down. “Are ya’ goin’ to sleep?” he asks. ‘No. Just getting comfortable.’ You say as you look up at the stars and breathe in the mixed smells of the campfire and pipe smoke.

It is so quiet and peaceful. You listen to the sound of the water flowing, the cattle slowly moving back and forth, and occasional crackles from fire.

You watch Mack’s mouth drawing on the pipe stem, and you wish it was you in his mouth instead. “Mack, when you were talking earlier, you said you like things one at a time. It is just you and me. Would you like me to get closer to you? Or are you holding out for someone else?” You ask in a low tone.

“I been thinkin’ on that too. Ya’ said ya’ like gettin’ buggered. I can help ya’ with that.”

You move closer and undo the belt to his chaps, then the belt on his pants. He raises up his hips a bit to unbutton and pull down his pants.

His cock lays on his thigh crowned by a bush of black curly hair. You gently grab it. “Let me get you hard. This looks so good.”

He continues lying back against his saddle as you slowly stroke it up and down, working the foreskin back and exposing his tip. You feel it stiffen in your hand and you lick around the head. It is firm yet spongy against your tongue. Gripping the base, you take it into your mouth. It feels thick as it presses down your tongue and you take it deeper.

“Ya’ good wit tat mout’ o’ yours.” He says reaching down and grabbing your head. His hand feels rough as he grabs a hand full of your hair.

His strength turns you on and you get hard too. You stroke him faster. “Do you want to suck me?” you ask.

“Ya’ bet I do. Suck ya’ then put mine in ya’.” He says breathing harder.

You stand up and drop your pants. You are so hard and you move towards his face. He leans forward, grabs it firmly, and sucks the tip. “Ya got a nice lil’ piece.” Then he sucks you deeper. His hands feel so rough and strong as he works his mouth on you. He is better than you expected and you feel your pleasure building.

“Yeah, give it.” He says as you pulse and shoot in his mouth. He sucks it fully. “That’s good. Get down on ya’ saddle. I gonna fill ya’ now.” He lets go of you and you get on your knees and bend over your saddle. You feel him behind you. He spreads your ass cheeks and spits on your hole. Feeling his thick fingers rub his spit into you, you relax and open yourself.

His fingers slide in and out, stretching your hole wider. It feels so good, you get hard again. You feel him press his tip and then thrust into you. It fills you so well, feeling thicker than you imagined. He grips your hips and works it in and out. The head and then the thicker part of his shaft, opening you up even more.

“Dam’ ya’ tighte’ than ya’ mouth.” He says as he leans over you and you feel his sweat drip on you. Every thrust goes in deeper and deeper. You feel so hard again, and it presses against the warm leather of your saddle. He presses on your lower back as he goes all the way in.

You both are breathing harder. His balls slap against yours and then he grips you tightly and holds it. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Another wave of pleasure goes through you as you shoot all over your saddle.

He is sweating hard as he slowly pulls from you. You feel him drip from your open ass. You take the kerchief from around your neck and wipe yourself clean.

“We should get some sleep. We gots to get ’em back to the ranch ‘morrow” he says as he takes a cake of soap from his saddle bag and goes down to the river. You strip off your clothes, grab your soap too, a wash rag from your saddle bags, and you follow him. “I like to clean up when I done.” He says as you watch the foamy lather on his dark skin. You stand in the cold water and wash up too. It feels really cold but good.

He walks back to the camp fire, his long thing swinging back and forth in the firelight. You quickly follow, and dry off. You lay out your wet rags on the warm rocks of the fire ring. He dresses and then crawls into his bedroll. You do the same.

The next morning, you smell the coffee brewing. “Did ya’ sleep good?”

You roll out of your blankets, “Yes, I slept well. Too bad we have to return to the bunkhouse. I enjoy being out.” You gather things up and pull your tin cup from your bags.

“Well, when we has t’ drive the herd in the fall, ya’ll get lots of that. Maybe ya’ get ya’ wish ‘bout more’n one at a time.” He says with a big smile.

After breakfast, both of you drive the herd back to the ranch. As you move back and forth in your saddle, you feel how Mack filled you last night.

“Keep ya’ head” Mack yells at you. “One’s strayin’!” You angle your horse to move the stray back into the herd. Both of you ride on the flanks of the herd to keep them together.

Near the end of the day, you are back to the ranch. In the bunkhouse you hear Bret ask “So how did he do out there?” Mack smiles and winks at you, “He’s one o’ us. Good on the trail and in camp.”

“Hopefully we all get to work with him” Bret comments.

“Hopefully.” You say as you put away your gear.

(This was the second of my western themed “gay cowboy” stories. If you want more, including a “Trail Drive” story, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, give me a like. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you later.)