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Grooming A Steely Dan Fan – Part 1 – The Fingering

You can find Part 2 later in this same thread, or by clicking here and Part 3 later on by clicking here

All my stories contain a grain of truth.  The amount of truth certainly doesn’t qualify it for the ‘True Stories by Members’ section, all of which, of course, I believe without question.  I hope the reader will enjoy finding that grain.

I make no apologies for using UK English spelling, phraseology and slang.  I am happy to provide a translation to any other form of English on request.


Her name was Anne.  She joined the company I was working for not long after leaving University and was in her early twenties.  She was also by far and away the prettiest of the young women that worked in the same office but she also wore clothes that accentuated her lovely well proportioned figure; very shapely legs, often accompanied by heels, a trim waist and shapely but not overly large breasts and a pair of luscious lips that were always decorated with a subtle shade of lipstick (makeup seemed anathema to most of the female staff).  One of her most striking items of attire were a pair of shoes with medium heels in a stunning shade of sky blue which made me almost understand why men develop foot and shoe fetishes.  She also had a very attractive personality and was certainly no shrinking violet, a breath of fresh air compared to most of the female staff who were mainly dowdy blue stockings.  We spoke occasionally when our work required us too but I hadn’t struck up much of a conversation with her until one day I saw her wearing some headphones while working at her desk and on passing I asked her what she was listening to, she replied “Steely Dan”, now this surprised me as it was now the 21st century and I hadn’t realized that the music of one of my favourite bands was attracting new young fans.  We struck up a conversation about their music for a few minutes and as I left I cheekily said “I hope you know where their name comes from,” a puzzled look crossed he face and she said that she didn’t but would google it.

A few days later we passed in a corridor and she blushed as we made eye contact.  “I take it you now know the origins of the name,” I said.  “Might do,” she replied with a mischevious smile.  From that day on our conversations were tinged with a certain amount of what I liked to think was flirting, often with reference to whether she was enjoying some ‘Steely Dan’.  Some months later we were both invited to a leaving do of a common acquaintance and although I didn’t speak to her much during the evening I did happen to overhear her telling a group of other women that she found all the young men at university to be immature and that she enjoyed the company of older men.  This rather took my breath away and I wondered, indeed fantasised, as to whether this preference might stretch to much older men!  Needless to say when I got home that evening bashing the bishop was fueled by a new fantasy.  Our occasional conversations continued with the same level of flirting on her part, but were tinged with a much greater element of fantasy on my part.  I even considered taking stalking lessons!

Some weeks went by and then one day she came into my workshop in the basement of the building, I worked alone and colleagues rarely had need to come into this part of the building.  She was wearing a rather worried look as well as wearing a very attractive sheath type dress that reached down to just above her knees, she also made the mistake of trying to perch in front of me on the large table I used for laying out drawings as we greeted each other with the usual pleasantries.  As soon as she realized that she was showing a generous amount of very attractive thigh (but not much else) she tried to wriggle and pull the hem of the dress down without much success.  I contemplated being very bold and stepping forward to put my leg between her knees but thought that a better strategy was to step forward and place my legs either side of her knees, preventing her from opening her legs.  At this she started to protest, ignoring her protests I placed my hand on top of her thighs just above her knees and began to massage them gently, at the same time saying “there’s no need to hide such beautiful thighs, a little massaging will help to ease the tension you appear to be under.”  Bracing myself for a slap across the face I was overjoyed to hear her say “do you think so?” and felt her relax.  I continued to massage, well who am I kidding, I’m no masseur, it was a fondle really, some might say a grope, and after a minute or so realized that I wouldn’t be able to stroke anywhere further up her thighs due to the tightness of her dress across them.  Consequently I slid my hands down around the inside of her thighs and forwards until my fingers were actually under the hem; feeling no resistance on her part I also moved my feet further apart so that she could more easily part her legs if she wanted to.  As I did this I noticed that she had her eyes closed and was now leaning back supported by her arms outstretched behind her; emboldened I applied a slight outward pressure on her thighs and was rewarded to feel her move them ever so slightly apart within the confines of her tight dress but just enough for me to slide my hands up and continue a massage of the top of her inner thighs.

My hands gradually moved up the inside of her thighs and eventually, in the hope that I was going to hit the ultimate target, I had to remove one.  Just as the fingertips of the one hand remaining under her dress brushed against her knickers she quickly sat upright exclaiming “no, don’t, that’s too far.”  With my free hand I placed a finger on her pretty lips (the ones with the lipstick on) and said “ssh, forget that I might be a bit older than your ideal ‘older man’ but I will guarantee you an orgasm far better than those battery powered ones you have been giving yourself and I won’t need to fuck you to do it.  You can then tell all the immature studs that must be fighting each other over who can talk you out of your knickers first how to pleasure you properly.”  While I was saying this I did feel her relax slightly and gently pushed her back saying “now relax and let me do all the work,” simultaneously I very slightly moved my hand enough to feel the swell of her labia through her knickers.  Hearing no more words of resistance I increased the pressure so that my fingertips just pushed her knicker material between her lips and this time was rewarded with a slight opening of her legs and the sound of a gentle sigh.  Emboldened I now slipped my index finger under the edge of the material and with the back of it gently stroked her pussy lips.  To my delight the sound of her sighs almost became a moan and I increased the pressure, this time a definite moan escaped her and she spread her legs just that little bit more.  This gave me the chance to bring my thighs between her knees and prevent her from bringing them back together again.  After some more gentle rubbing of her dampening pussy I wrapped one arm around her lower back and pulled her to the very edge of the table, this caused her dress to ride up and allow me to grab her knickers with my free hand and pull them aside.  I gazed on beautifully plump labia with just a glimpse of inner labia and a slightly prominent clit hood, of course I also had a painfully hard cock straining the fabric of my own underwear and it took all my will power not to let it swing free, or to plunge my face and tongue into that delightful cunt.  But if I wanted to go there I had to take this very slowly.

After taking in this beautiful view I slipped the whole of my index finger into her pussy and discovered how wet she had become.  At this point she put both arms around my neck and started to grind against my hand, interpreting this as a signal to carry on I slipped two fingers into her and let the base of my thumb rub against her clit hood, her moans increased and I began to slide my fingers gently in and out as well as curling them forward trying to find how responsive she was to G-spot pressure.  The answer was ‘very’, she began to moan louder and louder as I increased the rate of the finger fucking, even exclaiming, “yes, yes, make me cum” a few times.  To my great surprise she then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply with her incredibly sensuous lips; at which point I really began to ram my fingers in and out as hard as I dare and at the same time tried to increase the pressure on both her G-spot and clit.  Suddenly I felt her tense up and her thighs stiffen, she grabbed me tighter round the neck saying “that’s it” over and over again, finally her thighs started to convulse as a complete whole body orgasm took over.  I gave her one last thrust of my fingers and simultaneously pressed on the front wall of her cunt with my fingers and her clit hood with my thumb.  She gave a final squeal and sank back onto the table giving me a wonderful view of her now red and swollen pussy pulsating with pleasure.  Self-consciously she quickly covered her pussy with one hand and straightened her knickers with the other.  I smiled to myself with pleasure for having discovered someone whose body gave her such visible orgasms and said “I’ll leave you alone to compose yourself, but, next time, leave the underwear at home.”

-------------------------- To be continued --------------------------

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Reply #1 on: April 27, 2017, 12:58:49 PM
Lovely.  Absolutely lovely.



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Reply #2 on: April 28, 2017, 06:35:53 AM

Great tale. Short, sexy and just plain interesting. And, with two "of age" protagonists. Amazing, so it is possible. l wish the board would realize that.

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Reply #3 on: April 28, 2017, 12:32:45 PM
A fun, hot story. Loved it!

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Reply #4 on: April 28, 2017, 05:09:47 PM
Hi Guys, many thanks for your encouragement.  The next episode is a work in progress.

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Reply #5 on: April 28, 2017, 10:44:58 PM
Damn! That was hot.



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Reply #6 on: April 29, 2017, 04:49:09 AM
Losten to Paris Hil - I mean KK. She knows what she's talking about. ;-)

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Reply #7 on: April 29, 2017, 04:58:26 AM
Losten to Paris Hil - I mean KK. She knows what she's talking about. ;-)


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Grooming A Steely Dan Fan – Part 2 – The Fine Dining

This is the second part of the story which begins at http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=53754.msg459513#msg459513

Part 3 continues at http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=53754.msg564924#msg564924

All my stories contain a grain of truth.  The amount of truth certainly doesn’t qualify it for the ‘True Stories by Members’ section, all of which, of course, I believe without question.  I hope the reader will enjoy finding that grain.

I make no apologies for using UK English spelling, phraseology and slang.  I am happy to provide a translation to any other form of English on request.


It was a couple of weeks after our initial meeting in my workshop in the basement of our employer’s building that I had the pleasure of continuing Anne’s education, and hopefully her passing on the techniques to what I like to think must be an army of young studs fighting to enjoy her womanly charms (oh alright, enough of the euphemisms - fuck her senseless).  We had passed in the corridors a few times and exchanged some risqué chit-chat about ‘Steely Dan’ and the double fingered alternative.  We didn’t get a chance to talk or meet alone for a while, until one day I had a meeting invite from her in my electronic calendar.  All it said was “Can you stop by my desk at 3pm?  I have something to show you.”  Intrigued as to what this might be, surely she didn’t want to do something in public, I went upstairs to the big open plan office.  As I approached her desk I noticed that she was wearing a similar type of sheath dress as the one during our first encounter, except that it had a scooped neck which, while not revealing any cleavage would give anyone a glorious view of the swell of her breasts if she was rash enough to bend forward in front of them.  Indeed, as I reached the side of her desk I could gaze down from above and just see the tops of her breasts and the start of her cleavage.  I asked her what I could help her with, and she replied “I thought you might like to see these,” at the same time she reached down to her shoulder bag lying beside her chair and opened it just enough for me to see some black lacy underwear that deserved the name of panties rather than plain knickers.  At the same time the view down her dress improved immensely as the neckline of her dress gaped open and I gazed upon the tops of her breasts as they fell forward and were held captive by a bra that looked as if it matched the panties.  “Come to the workshop in ten minutes and I will sort that out for you,” I said.  With that I turned away and made my way downstairs, congratulating myself on having the foresight to have brought a document folder with me to use as cover for the swelling in my trousers that I was sure would be visible to the whole office (male exaggeration at work again).

I waited in my workshop with an anticipation for enjoying Anne’s young body that I hadn’t felt in a long time.  I was just beginning to think that it had been a lot longer than ten minutes when she came bouncing, literally, into the workshop.  She had obviously taken the time to remove her bra and those beautiful tits were jiggling freely under her dress – think Liz Hurley surprising Billy Connolly at the BAFTAs (and if you’re having trouble thinking it then watch here  As she came and gave me a peck on the cheek I quickly wrapped my arms around her, grabbed the top of her zip and swiftly lowered it to the small of her back saying “those look as if they need some air.”  Before she could say anything I had lifted her on to the edge of the large table on which our previous encounter had taken place.
“I do feel incredibly sexy without any underwear,” she said, and carried on even more boldly, “and I feel very tempted to flirt with everyone I meet.”
“I thought you might,” I replied as I slipped her dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to her waist revealing her beautifully rounded tits topped by glorious nipples that were already standing to attention caused by the fabric of the dress sliding over them.  I brought my hands up to cup her tits and bent my head to each nipple in turn, at first licking them and then clasping them between my lips and gently pulling on them.  I could tell this had the desired effect as she placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed me harder against her tits.  After making sure her nipples were as engorged as they were going to be I straightened up and said “I love to see a woman hold her own breasts and play with her nipples.”  As she obliged I slipped a hand under her dress and pushed the hem back in order to slide my hand far enough up her thigh so that only the fingertips were stroking just between her labia and up to her clit.  This caused an increase in the rapidity of her breathing and accompanied by the sensation of rubbing her own nipples her pussy soon became wet.  I leaned forward again and whispered in her ear “that cunt is so wet, I’m going to finger fuck it again”” and with that I slipped two fingers into her as far as I could and jammed the base of my thumb against her clit.  As before she gave a muffled squeal of pleasure and leaned back to give me better access to her pussy.  This time though, after a couple of strokes I pulled my fingers out and stood admiring her flushed pussy.

“What’s the matter,” she said, sounding, quite naturally, somewhat disappointed.

At this point I must admit to being a bit disappointed myself, she didn’t seem to follow the current fashion amongst young women these days and was sporting a full bush.  I do like a trimmed lady garden when going down on a woman, especially if the pubic hair is removed from the labia.  Still, she had fair hair and the bush wasn’t particularly thick.  “No problem,” I replied, “just admiring your beautifully flushed pussy, and there are other ways to make you cum than finger fucking.”

“Are we going to fuck?” she said, with what I wasn’t quite sure was apprehension or eagerness.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I replied, “there are other ways to pleasure you before we get to fucking.” At this point I re-inserted my fingers into her pussy and began a gentle stroking just to keep her on the boil so to speak.  After another couple of strokes I removed them and ostentatiously put them in my mouth.  “You taste very nice.”
“Eeew,” she gasped.
“Don’t tell me you have never tasted yourself when you have been masturbating,” I said.
“Of course not,” she exclaimed “why would anyone want to do that?”  It occurred to me then that if I was ever going to have the joy of seeing her eating another woman’s pussy it was going to be a long, and enjoyable, process educating her.
“Well,” I explained, “men should learn to taste a woman because eating pussy is one of the best ways of turning a woman on and the more turned on a woman is the better she is at fucking and more likely to have a genuine orgasm.  Besides, personally, it turns me on a lot to see a woman in the throes of cumming, the more uncontrollable the orgasm the better.  I hope you won’t let any young stud fuck you without giving you a good tongue lashing beforehand.  Now lie back and enjoy!”  As she laid back I had an almost uncontrollable urge to just bury my face in her engorged pussy, however for once I controlled this urge and began my favourite technique for getting a woman to virtually demand that you lick her pussy, which was another turn on for me.  You have probably heard me bang on about it before, but I think it definitely bears repeating.

Once she was relaxed laying back on the table I lowered my head to mid way up her inner thigh and gently kissed her soft flesh and then gently licked and kissed my way up her thigh until her aroma was strong in my nostrils, I blew gently on her labia but didn’t lick them, instead I licked and kissed my way down her other thigh.  Repeating the process in the opposite direction I paused and licked each of those delicious little valleys between her labia and the top of her thigh.  Each time I thought I heard her give a little contented sigh and on the third time I gave her a gentle kiss, more just brushing her lips with mine, I got the desired effect as she tried to raise herself up just enough to try to push her pussy into my face.  I really wanted her to beg to be eaten out so, teasingly I refused to bury my face and tongue even though it took all my will power until finally I got the desired effect and I felt her hands gently press on the back of my head.  This time I slowly licked her labia up and down as she held my head in her hands and I knew she was arching her back in order to force her pussy onto my face.  All the time I could hear her breathing getting louder and louder and turning into small cries of pleasure.  When I could stand it no longer I rammed my tongue as far as I could between her pussy lips and rubbed my face against her as hard as I could.  Now she began to squeal in delight – music to my ears.  Not that I could hear much as her thighs were now clamped tightly around my head as her whole body tensed.  I relaxed enough to withdraw my tongue and begin to lick her now delightfully engorged clit, which at the same time gave me enough room to insert two fingers into a now very wet cunt and continue to stimulate both her G-spot and clit.

At this point I was getting a bit worried that her, by now, quite loud squeals might be heard in the corridor outside the workshop.  I had taken the precaution of locking the door and we were in such a position that nobody could see us from the observation window.  She was oblivious to the noise she was making and reluctantly I dragged my self away from the pleasantly swollen pussy I was enjoying.  I’m not a great fan of bondage, but I thought a gag might come in handy at this point.  “What’s wrong,” she said with a very disappointed tone of voice, “I was just about to have the most intense orgasm yet.”  “To be honest, I’m worried that someone passing by in the corridor might hear how much you are enjoying being eaten out,” I replied.  “Oh,” she said “you just get back to work and I’ll worry about the sound level.”  With that how could I refuse a lady?  As she laid back I grasped both her legs behind the knees, raised and pushed them back to her belly so that her pussy was as accessible as it could be.  She was so aroused she had what I have heard my women friends refer to as a ‘wide on’, I longed to release my cock and plunge it straight into that invitingly wet cunt so hard that she would scream in surprise but I restrained myself and instead planted my face, mouth open, firmly onto that delightful pussy and began to lick and suck as furiously as I could.  Soon I could feel her start to arch her body and tense her thighs as she got close to cumming.  I released one knee and with my free hand reinserted two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and resumed the massaging of her G-spot.  The effect of the fingers and the licking soon sent her over the edge and I was rewarded by the lovely sight of her losing all control and thrashing about on the table top as she was completely taken over by orgasmic muscle convulsions.  In fact she was writhing about so much and clamping her thighs together that I had to withdraw my fingers for fear of getting a sprained wrist!  She didn’t do a very good job of keeping quiet either, as she alternately squealed in ecstasy and gasped “oh fuck, oh fuck” repeatedly.  I resisted the urge to release my aching cock from my overalls, drag her to the edge of the table, flip her over and sink my raging hard on between those enticing labia, instead I just stood there with a big grin on my face and admired this beautiful sight of a woman that had lost control because of my handiwork and was rubbing her tits with one hand and her throbbing pussy with the other in order to try and keep the unbelievable sensations going.

After what seemed an age she regained her composure, slid off the table and pulled her dress back to where it was before I got to work on her.
“That….., that was incredible, I’ve never lost control like that before,” she said.
“It’s alright, you can call it cumming, you know,” I replied.
“I guess I’ve got a bit of a hang up about describing sex in more crude terms.”
“You will be surprised how it will turn men on even more if you talk dirty to them while they fuck you.  Do you know what will turn them on even more to eating a girl out?”
“No, but I’m sure you will tell me.”
“Trimming your pussy hair.”
“What!”
“Trimming your pussy hair.  Those young studs will get even harder at the sight of a neatly shaved lady garden.  You don’t have to go completely Brazilian, but hair free pussy lips are a delight to lick and suck on.”
“You seem to have a rather unusual interest in what other men would want to do to me.”
“Not really, I just love the idea of seeing…., er hearing…., er thinking about you getting a good rogering from a well hung young man with a raging hard on.”
“Well you will have to be satisfied with the thinking part.  Seeing or hearing ain’t gonna happen.”
With that she turned and left the workshop, and left me hoping that I hadn’t made a suggestion too far.

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Reply #10 on: June 06, 2017, 11:00:19 AM
Thanks to all for their kind comments.  Please see http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=54141.msg463942#msg463942 for the next installment.

Enjoy!

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I really hope this continues! I think Anne would be the object of my affection too!



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Reply #12 on: January 09, 2019, 04:45:56 PM
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Grooming A Steely Dan Fan – Part 2 – The Fine Dining

It was a couple of weeks after our initial meeting in my workshop in the basement of our employer’s building that I had the pleasure of continuing Anne’s education, and hopefully her passing on the techniques to what I like to think must be an army of young studs fighting to enjoy her womanly charms (oh alright, enough of the euphemisms - fuck her senseless).  We had passed in the corridors a few times and exchanged some risqué chit-chat about ‘Steely Dan’ and the double fingered alternative.  We didn’t get a chance to talk or meet alone for a while, until one day I had a meeting invite from her in my electronic calendar.  All it said was “Can you stop by my desk at 3pm?  I have something to show you.”  Intrigued as to what this might be, surely she didn’t want to do something in public, I went upstairs to the big open plan office.  As I approached her desk I noticed that she was wearing a similar type of sheath dress as the one during our first encounter, except that it had a scooped neck which, while not revealing any cleavage would give anyone a glorious view of the swell of her breasts if she was rash enough to bend forward in front of them.  Indeed, as I reached the side of her desk I could gaze down from above and just see the tops of her breasts and the start of her cleavage.  I asked her what I could help her with, and she replied “I thought you might like to see these,” at the same time she reached down to her shoulder bag lying beside her chair and opened it just enough for me to see some black lacy underwear that deserved the name of panties rather than plain knickers.  At the same time the view down her dress improved immensely as the neckline of her dress gaped open and I gazed upon the tops of her breasts as they fell forward and were held captive by a bra that looked as if it matched the panties.  “Come to the workshop in ten minutes and I will sort that out for you,” I said.  With that I turned away and made my way downstairs, congratulating myself on having the foresight to have brought a document folder with me to use as cover for the swelling in my trousers that I was sure would be visible to the whole office (male exaggeration at work again).

I waited in my workshop with an anticipation for enjoying Anne’s young body that I hadn’t felt in a long time.  I was just beginning to think that it had been a lot longer than ten minutes when she came bouncing, literally, into the workshop.  She had obviously taken the time to remove her bra and those beautiful tits were jiggling freely under her dress – think Liz Hurley surprising Billy Connolly at the BAFTAs (and if you’re having trouble thinking it then watch here As she came and gave me a peck on the cheek I quickly wrapped my arms around her, grabbed the top of her zip and swiftly lowered it to the small of her back saying “those look as if they need some air.”  Before she could say anything I had lifted her on to the edge of the large table on which our previous encounter had taken place.

“I do feel incredibly sexy without any underwear,” she said, and carried on even more boldly, “and I feel very tempted to flirt with everyone I meet.”

“I thought you might,” I replied as I slipped her dress off of her shoulders and let it fall to her waist revealing her beautifully rounded tits topped by glorious nipples that were already standing to attention caused by the fabric of the dress sliding over them.  I brought my hands up to cup her tits and bent my head to each nipple in turn, at first licking them and then clasping them between my lips and gently pulling on them.  I could tell this had the desired effect as she placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed me harder against her tits.  After making sure her nipples were as engorged as they were going to be I straightened up and said “I love to see a woman hold her own breasts and play with her nipples.”  As she obliged I slipped a hand under her dress and pushed the hem back in order to slide my hand far enough up her thigh so that only the fingertips were stroking just between her labia and up to her clit.  This caused an increase in the rapidity of her breathing and accompanied by the sensation of rubbing her own nipples her pussy soon became wet.  I leaned forward again and whispered in her ear “that cunt is so wet, I’m going to finger fuck it again”” and with that I slipped two fingers into her as far as I could and jammed the base of my thumb against her clit.  As before she gave a muffled squeal of pleasure and leaned back to give me better access to her pussy.  This time though, after a couple of strokes I pulled my fingers out and stood admiring her flushed pussy.

“What’s the matter,” she said, sounding, quite naturally, somewhat disappointed.

At this point I must admit to being a bit disappointed myself, she didn’t seem to follow the current fashion amongst young women these days and was sporting a full bush.  I do like a trimmed lady garden when going down on a woman, especially if the pubic hair is removed from the labia.  Still, she had fair hair and the bush wasn’t particularly thick.  “No problem,” I replied, “just admiring your beautifully flushed pussy, and there are other ways to make you cum than finger fucking.”

“Are we going to fuck?” she said, with what I wasn’t quite sure was apprehension or eagerness.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I replied, “there are other ways to pleasure you before we get to fucking.” At this point I re-inserted my fingers into her pussy and began a gentle stroking just to keep her on the boil so to speak.  After another couple of strokes I removed them and ostentatiously put them in my mouth.  “You taste very nice.”

“Eeew,” she gasped.

“Don’t tell me you have never tasted yourself when you have been masturbating,” I said.

“Of course not,” she exclaimed “why would anyone want to do that?”  It occurred to me then that if I was ever going to have the joy of seeing her eating another woman’s pussy it was going to be a long, and enjoyable, process educating her.

“Well,” I explained, “men should learn to taste a woman because eating pussy is one of the best ways of turning a woman on and the more turned on a woman is the better she is at fucking and more likely to have a genuine orgasm.  Besides, personally, it turns me on a lot to see a woman in the throes of cumming, the more uncontrollable the orgasm the better.  I hope you won’t let any young stud fuck you without giving you a good tongue lashing beforehand.  Now lie back and enjoy!”  As she laid back I had an almost uncontrollable urge to just bury my face in her engorged pussy, however for once I controlled this urge and began my favourite technique for getting a woman to virtually demand that you lick her pussy, which was another turn on for me.  You have probably heard me bang on about it before, but I think it definitely bears repeating.

Once she was relaxed laying back on the table I lowered my head to mid way up her inner thigh and gently kissed her soft flesh and then gently licked and kissed my way up her thigh until her aroma was strong in my nostrils, I blew gently on her labia but didn’t lick them, instead I licked and kissed my way down her other thigh.  Repeating the process in the opposite direction I paused and licked each of those delicious little valleys between her labia and the top of her thigh.  Each time I thought I heard her give a little contented sigh and on the third time I gave her a gentle kiss, more just brushing her lips with mine, I got the desired effect as she tried to raise herself up just enough to try to push her pussy into my face.  I really wanted her to beg to be eaten out so, teasingly I refused to bury my face and tongue even though it took all my will power until finally I got the desired effect and I felt her hands gently press on the back of my head.  This time I slowly licked her labia up and down as she held my head in her hands and I knew she was arching her back in order to force her pussy onto my face.  All the time I could hear her breathing getting louder and louder and turning into small cries of pleasure.  When I could stand it no longer I rammed my tongue as far as I could between her pussy lips and rubbed my face against her as hard as I could.  Now she began to squeal in delight – music to my ears.  Not that I could hear much as her thighs were now clamped tightly around my head as her whole body tensed.  I relaxed enough to withdraw my tongue and begin to lick her now delightfully engorged clit, which at the same time gave me enough room to insert two fingers into a now very wet cunt and continue to stimulate both her G-spot and clit.

At this point I was getting a bit worried that her, by now, quite loud squeals might be heard in the corridor outside the workshop.  I had taken the precaution of locking the door and we were in such a position that nobody could see us from the observation window.  She was oblivious to the noise she was making and reluctantly I dragged my self away from the pleasantly swollen pussy I was enjoying.  I’m not a great fan of bondage, but I thought a gag might come in handy at this point.  “What’s wrong,” she said with a very disappointed tone of voice, “I was just about to have the most intense orgasm yet.”  “To be honest, I’m worried that someone passing by in the corridor might hear how much you are enjoying being eaten out,” I replied.  “Oh,” she said “you just get back to work and I’ll worry about the sound level.”  With that how could I refuse a lady?  As she laid back I grasped both her legs behind the knees, raised and pushed them back to her belly so that her pussy was as accessible as it could be.  She was so aroused she had what I have heard my women friends refer to as a ‘wide on’, I longed to release my cock and plunge it straight into that invitingly wet cunt so hard that she would scream in surprise but I restrained myself and instead planted my face, mouth open, firmly onto that delightful pussy and began to lick and suck as furiously as I could.  Soon I could feel her start to arch her body and tense her thighs as she got close to cumming.  I released one knee and with my free hand reinserted two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and resumed the massaging of her G-spot.  The effect of the fingers and the licking soon sent her over the edge and I was rewarded by the lovely sight of her losing all control and thrashing about on the table top as she was completely taken over by orgasmic muscle convulsions.  In fact she was writhing about so much and clamping her thighs together that I had to withdraw my fingers for fear of getting a sprained wrist!  She didn’t do a very good job of keeping quiet either, as she alternately squealed in ecstasy and gasped “oh fuck, oh fuck” repeatedly.  I resisted the urge to release my aching cock from my overalls, drag her to the edge of the table, flip her over and sink my raging hard on between those enticing labia, instead I just stood there with a big grin on my face and admired this beautiful sight of a woman that had lost control because of my handiwork and was rubbing her tits with one hand and her throbbing pussy with the other in order to try and keep the unbelievable sensations going.

After what seemed an age she regained her composure, slid off the table and pulled her dress back to where it was before I got to work on her.

“That….., that was incredible, I’ve never lost control like that before,” she said.

“It’s alright, you can call it cumming, you know,” I replied.

“I guess I’ve got a bit of a hang up about describing sex in more crude terms.”

“You will be surprised how it will turn men on even more if you talk dirty to them while they fuck you.  Do you know what will turn them on even more to eating a girl out?”

“No, but I’m sure you will tell me.”

“Trimming your pussy hair.”

“What!”

“Trimming your pussy hair.  Those young studs will get even harder at the sight of a neatly shaved lady garden.  You don’t have to go completely Brazilian, but hair free pussy lips are a delight to lick and suck on.”

“You seem to have a rather unusual interest in what other men would want to do to me.”

“Not really, I just love the idea of seeing…., er hearing…., er thinking about you getting a good rogering from a well hung young man with a raging hard on.”

“Well you will have to be satisfied with the thinking part.  Seeing or hearing ain’t gonna happen.”  With that she turned and left the workshop, and left me hoping that I hadn’t made a suggestion too far.

This is a fine example of the quality of stories we need more of here.



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Reply #13 on: January 09, 2019, 05:01:35 PM
Why, thank you very much Psi.  The third part is in preparation and involves, appropriately, a third party; but it does seem to have a rather extreme gestation period.


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Reply #14 on: January 09, 2019, 05:08:40 PM
Why, thank you very much Psi.  The third part is in preparation and involves, appropriately, a third party; but it does seem to have a rather extreme gestation period.

You earned it.  I look forward to see what happens...

Incidentally, I wasn't sure if the slight reformatting (Just to make the dialog more readable for me) is a breach of ©.  If there is any problem with it, whatsoever, I can go back, and return it to as originally written.