Tracy's Legs - Sex Stories

Tracy's Legs

... Obviously, she worked out, and she had a nice all-over tan. Her pussy with covered by a soft, dark, neatly trimmed bush, and moisture glistened on the thin rosy petals that peeked through her outer labia. I only hesitated a moment after she lay down on the bed. “I’m so going to rue this,” I murmured while my mouth approached her pussy and her strong scent filled my nose. “Every day,” she promised, her voice thick with excitement. “I’ll make sure to rub it in.” My tongue licked a wet trail through her slippery slit, and her giggle at the bad pun was cut short by a delighted gasp. If I closed my eyes, ignored the sounds and didn’t think too much, I could almost imagine it was Tracy’s perfect pussy I was licking. * * * * The first few days at work, my cheeks never stopped glowing with shame. Trudy’s appetite for sexual attention by my lips and tongue skyrocketed, and I worked “over-hours” every day, on my knees in her office and with her juices dripping from my chin. She quickly learned to love my ministrations on her backside too, so much that she started whispering, “My little ass-licker!” into my ear every time she passed by me in the office. After a week, Miranda, who worked at the the desk opposite mine, stopped talking to me because I was ‘consorting with the enemy’. My other colleague, Hanna, joined her a week later, not wanting to associate with bootlickers. Going through the day like this was hard, but by then, I had already made it halfway to another night with Tracy, ...

... and I could already see her in my minds eye, long legs clad in teasing stockings and her bum wiggling prettily at me. * * * * Morris can never see these photos. I could easily find an equal job, but I can’t give up Tracy. So I make sure to read every wish from Trudy’s eyes. If she tells me to jump, I ask, “How high?” And if she tells me to stick my tongue where the sun never shines, I fall to my knees and worship her pucker as if it is the most delicious thing in the world. Is this wrong? Perhaps, but I’ve never felt so much arousal before. I’ve had to buy dildos and vibrators to quench the flames that keep burning between my legs enough to fall asleep every day. And once a month, I spend the night with the girl with the most beautiful legs in the world. Last week, Trudy once again accompanied me on my date, and while I licked my beloved’s pussy, she fucked me with a strap-on. I found it surprisingly satisfying and intimate - on top of kinky and slightly painful and extremely exciting. And after I had come like a supernova, I had - just for a second, mind you - contemplated kissing her. Something’s changing in the dynamics. But I’ve got to go now. It’s six in the evening and everyone but Trudy and me has left. Today, she brought the same, over-sized purse to work she had with her on our date, and I’ve got a good idea about what’s inside. I’ll have to steel myself, so I don’t slip up when she makes me cum again in some kinky, forbidden way, and watches me with that fond smile ...