Rachel's anal beads

Rachel & I had a date and I was really looking forward to it.  It’d been a while since we’d seen one another and since most of our meetings got hot and heavy, I had high hopes for this one too.

Then a spreadsheet disappeared as I was working on it - stupid fucking server - and since I needed to get it done, I had to stay and re-do it.  I rang Rachel, who sounded really disappointed, said goodbye to colleagues as they left for the evening and resigned myself to a takeaway and a wank.

At a little after seven, I went into the copy room to get something and when I got back to my office, I noticed the door was open.  Assuming it was the cleaner, I didn’t think much of it until I realised I could smell Rachel’s perfume.  Smiling, I pushed open the door and there she was.

She was leaning over as if to pick something up off the floor, her legs spread slightly and instead of bending her knees, she’d bent at the waist. She was wearing an pale blouse, a short skirt and black heels. I took in her shapely legs, stared at her firm thighs and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she bent further and her skirt rode up over her arse revealing her glistening pussy lips.  She was going commando!

Rachel pulled her skirt up to her waist and it took me a moment to work out what I was looking at – there seemed to be something white sticking out of her arse. Then I clicked and my cock started to grow and I looked at the string of the anal beads and smiled. She turned slightly, smiling.

"Hello office boy, I need you to fix my toner. It’s stuck and I need you to give it a pull.”

I laughed, walked over and slapped her right buttock.

“Hey Pete, what do you think, do you like this? I wanted to try something new.”

I flicked the string that hung out of her shiny arsehole - she’d used plenty of lube.  “I like it, how many do you have in?”

She laughed.  “That’s for me to know and you to find out.  So come on, pull them out.”

I took hold of the string and slowly began to pull. She moved her body, towards me and back, as if tantalising herself as the chain in her arse moved. I put a two fingers on either side of her arsehole - making her gasp - and pulled a bit more, harder now, until one of the bright green beads popped out.  Size-wise it was somewhere between a marble and a ping-pong ball and she groaned as it slid out.

”Oh fuck,” she gasped, “keep going, that feels so good.”

I kept pulling until the second popped out of her arse, then a third, fourth and fifth. That was the last and I held the string up, looking at the beads and then at Rachel’s arsehole as it moved back into shape. I licked my finger and slid it in, making her gasp. She reached back and grabbed my cock through my trousers.

“You pulled them out and that’s left a space I need you to fill, office boy.”

“I’m there,” I said and quickly slid my trousers down.

She turned and we kissed as I kicked my trousers off and she pulled my boxers down. She moved back, licking her lips and took my cock in both her hands. It grew a little more and I moved, wanking myself with her hands, which made her laugh.

“Look what I found – he looks all swollen. Perhaps I can soothe him."

Rachel knelt and slid her mouth over my cock. It took my breath away, as it always does, to feel her wet, warm mouth and tongue working their magic on me. I slid my hands into her thick hair, pulling her towards me.

She let go of my cock and blew lightly on the head, then licked her way down to gently suck on my balls. She kept going until I was moaning with pleasure, then she leaned back and nodded approvingly.

"I think you're ready for someplace a little tighter."

She stood and sat on the edge of my desk, hiking her skirt up over her hips. Spreading her legs, she laid back and spread her legs wide.

"Come fuck me,” she said, softly. I tried to take everything in and she pulled up her blouse, showing off her bra. I hooked my hand into the left cup and popped her tit out. “Kinky,” she said, then I ran my hands down her belly and slid my fingers into her juiced up pussy.  Some of the lube she must have used for the beads had clearly slid down - as ever, she’d been a messy girl. She was ready. I took hold of her hips, positioned myself between her legs and, ever so slowly, pushed in.

Rachel groaned softly as I slid back out until I was almost clear, before ramming back into her deeply. She grunted and I started fucking her, playing with her tit, kissing her, nibbling her neck and ear lobes. I hiked her legs up, opening her pussy further and reached down, to slide my finger over her pulsing arsehole. She grunted as I slid my finger in, making her writhe. I pushed another finger in, gently and she grabbed me tightly, biting into my shoulder.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

I finger-fucked her arse as I continued to pound her pussy.  This was too much – too fucking good – and I thought my balls were going to explode when I felt Rachel’s muscles clench around my cock. I fucked her harder, faster, my fingers still in her arse.  Quickly, she groaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder as she came.

She arched her back and I kept pumping until it was too much and I came in her cunt, leaning forward and resting my head on her tit. I stayed like that for a while as she stroked my hair, then I slowly slid my fingers out of her arse and pulled my cock out of her pussy.

“So,” she said brightly, “have you finished all your work?”