Not Prim or Proper

"Oh Mike!" Diane said breathlessly, letting her hand run along the front of my jockey shorts, following the bulge in my very crowded tight white briefs before grabbing the elastic and pulling them down briskly.

My erect cock sprang out of its confinement, swaying and bouncing around wildly before Diane's hands grabbed it and began stroking it. Looking up at me, she held my cock in her hands while kissing the head, which was swollen and oozing seed.

Stroking it with open-mouthed fascination with her hot breath wafting over it, she seemed like she had never seen a cock before, and while I know I'm a little on the large side, it isn't like I'm freakishly endowed or anything like that. It's about 8 inches or so, which seems right on a 6'4" guy, and isn't abnormally thick either.

The only odd thing about my cock is the crown, which is as fat as a plum, and it was there that Diane seemed fixated, smothering her attention with her lips and tongue before trying to fit it inside her mouth. The scraping of her teeth on the taut skin of my glans was just as much a testimony to her small mouth as my size, so after a couple of failed attempts I reached down and pulled her up to her feet.

"I want to see you now," I explained, not bothering to add that I was so excited that I would have popped my load in her mouth if she had managed to go down on me.

Diane's glasses were now crooked and on the verge of falling off, so I pulled them off for her and set them aside. Her bra was up around her collarbone, and when she saw me staring at her titties her hands came up to cover them, but I would have none of that.

Pulling her hands away, I deftly undid the brassiere and tossed it aside while my hands cupped the tiny orbs and squeezed them roughly. This caused Diane to moan loudly, and after I tugged her shorts down I spun her around in front of the dresser and looked at our reflection in the mirror while standing behind her with my cock pressed against her back.

Reaching my arms around her diminutive frame, I resumed playing with her titties, tugging on her plump nipples and the pebbled aureolas, the size of which which dominated the little boobies that were centered upon.

"Harder," Diane gasped, and although I thought I was treating her breasts roughly as it was, she was coiling her body in response to my tweaking, so I pulled out on her teats as she asked, taking the little bit of sag out of them as I pulled them straight out from her.

"Oooh!" she moaned, and with my chin resting on the side of her head she reached up and put her hands around my neck while writhing into me.

Looking at Diane in the mirror, I enjoyed the way her titties got even smaller with her arms upraised, but admit to being a bit shocked when I saw the little patches of golden brown hairs that were nestled in the deep pockets of her exposed armpits. Shocked, but certainly not put off by it, as it was yet another contrast to the image she worked so hard to portray at work.

Likely the product of a week or two without shaving, the faint strips of little hairs looked like seedlings against the creamy white skin of her underarms, and I couldn't resist taking my hands from Diane's nipples to let my fingers stroke the peach fuzz, which felt silky to the touch.

While Diane seemed embarrassed at first, probably never expecting to be exposed like this when she left the house that morning, she didn't resist my caressing the moist fur under her arms before I went back to her breasts, which she seemed to revel in having me lovingly abuse.

"That's it!" Diane gasped as I twisted her nipples like the knobs of a radio, and it seemed like there was no way I could manhandle them enough to suit her.

Pressing my cock into the middle of her spine, my hands went down to her panties, and as I worked them down, I kept looking at the mirror while her pussy was revealed.

Diane's hip bones were faintly visible, as were her ribs as she kept her hands around my neck while joining me in looking at us in the mirror. Her pussy had only a little spray of golden brown fur, forming a triangle that was so sparse I could easily see the tiny lips of her sex through it.

"You're so damn wet," I hissed in her ear as I reached down and let my hand slide through her delta.

"Fuck me," Diane spat as my finger slipped inside her very tight opening, and when I was slow in accommodating her, she took matters into her own hands.

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Chapter Five: Up and away.

Moving with a quickness that startled me, Diane spun around and jumped up into me. I instinctively caught her, and as she wrapped her hands around my neck from the front this time, she grew adamant.

"Put it in me!" she hissed, wrapping her legs around me while kissing my neck.

Well, that was easier said than done, I learned. Even though Diane was as light as a feather, I had a lot of trouble trying to hold her and put myself inside of her, and even when I managed to get my cock at her opening I couldn't get it inside of her, so I set her down on the dresser, knocking over a couple of bottles of cosmetics in the process.

"Hurry!" Diane insisted, pushing the toppled things onto the floor while looking down at me rubbing the head of my cock up and down the wet channel of her sex.

I loved the way this usually dignified woman had become almost a cartoon-ish example of a nymphomaniac, becoming almost feral in her need for me. Her excitement was contagious, so after moistening the head of my tool with her pussy, which was positively dripping at that point, I pushed forward.

She was beyond tight. The tiny pussy of hers would not let me in, and while I had rarely experienced this problem in the past, getting the over-sized glans of my member inside of her was proving to be a challenge.

"Like trying to put an apple though the eye of a needle," one lover from the past had described it, but most women had no problem with me, and I was as determined as Diane was for this to happen, so after trying to be as gentle as possible, I simply took the shaft of my cock in my fist and pushed with all my might.

"Aww!" Diane screamed as the head popped in, and the sudden entry made me accidently push most of the rest of me into her as well.

It felt like I was tearing Diane up as my cock slammed into that long neglected pussy, but if it hurt she didn't seem to mind. Maybe it was because it hurt that it made it good for her, but whatever the reason, Diane took every inch and jumped back into me, wanting more.

So back she went into my arms, and the reflection of me holding this wisp of a woman and bouncing her up and down on my cock while I cupped her ass cheeks in my palms was so erotic that I found myself watching us like it was a movie.

Diane wasn't watching; she was snarling and clawing at my back and shoulders, leaving red scrapes that looked like I had been mauled by a cat. Her teeth sank into my collarbone so deep I could have sworn she drew blood instead of leaving the imprint of her teeth in the skin.

When Diane came, she came hard and loud, so loud that if this had been an apartment the cops would have been there any minute, and when her pussy clamped down on me with her orgasm it felt like it was in a vice.

It wasn't the weight of Diane that made me eventually carry her over to the bed, but more the fact that we had become so sweaty that it was getting tough to hold onto each other, so when I dropped the lithe lady onto the mattress she didn't mind. We also got to experience the feel of me entering her again as I mounted her.

"Fuck me hard," Diane commanded, her face contorting as I began thrusting into her once again, and maybe it was because it felt like she was ordering me around like we were at work, but for whatever reason this got me irritated.

"You want it hard?" I snarled, and promptly began slamming into the little woman with a savageness that even surprised me.

I thrust into Diane with all my might and as fast as I could, impaling her with every inch of me. Soon all I could think about was the rhythm and the sound of us as we collided. The slapping of wet skin and the sloppy sounds my cock made going inside of her, along with the little grunt Diane was making with each stroke, filled my ears as my sweat rained down on Diane like a monsoon.

I guess my intent was to show her who was boss and to make her beg for mercy, but apparently what I was doing was just what she wanted, because she kept screaming and clawing her way through another orgasm. I lost it myself as she came, filling her pussy with what seemed like a copious amount of cum.

"I needed that bad," Diane said as she looked up at me suspended above her, my perspiration still dripping on her, and it seemed like she was enjoying the feel of it as it sprinkled over her face and neck.

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Chapter Six: Resting.

I sank down next to Diane and looked up at the ceiling along with her, resting as I waited for her to drop off or send me on my way. This rest period lasted for about 10 or 15 minutes, and before I knew it Diane was kneeling beside me, rubbing the underside of my flaccid cock with the flat of her hand while it lay on my stomach.

I looked over at Diane, who seemed fixated at what she was doing to my dick, and when I looked over between her legs, I could see my cum drooling out of her pussy, long strands of my seed hanging on the hairs of her sex before falling onto the bedding.

When Diane saw where I was looking, she reached down and swiped her hand between her legs befor wiping the messy load of both our fluids on the underside of my dead dick. A dead dick which Diane was determined to bring back to life no matter what, so she held my limp dick in her little hands, stretching and pulling on it before going down on me.

Even soft, she was having a lot of trouble getting much of me in her mouth, so she spent a lot of time licking it, which was fine with me.

"Got a small mouth," Diane said with a wink as she looked up from what she was doing. "At least physically. My dentist has problems too. Maybe that's because subconsciously I don't want his stuff in there, but I want to suck this big boy so bad."

Problem was, that's what she was doing. Sucking it so bad, that is, and although she was getting me a little harder, she soon grew tired of waiting.

"Up on your hands and knees, Mike," Diane commanded.

I did as she asked, and Diane arranged me so that my head was on the bed while my ass was way up in the air. Diane knelt behind me, her hands running down the back of my thighs as I looked back from underneath. Not much to see at first besides my swinging cock and balls and Diane's pussy, but then I felt Diane's hands on my ass, spreading the cheeks apart.

I accommodated as best I could, relaxing my muscles as I felt her warm finger slide into my ass. It felt nice, and what made it even nicer was the fact that it was Diane Romano's finger in my ass. While I wondered what the office would think about this, the warm and wet feeling intensified. What in the world was this?

A look back underneath me gave me all the evidence, even if I couldn't see. That was no longer a finger in my ass, stroking and carressing my anus, because both of Diane's hands had come down between my legs and were busy milking my cock like I was a cow.

That was her face pressed up hard in the crack of my ass and that was Diane's tongue burrowing inside of me. My cock surged as she kept rimming me, her hands jerking on my cock and playing with my nuts roughly, and before long I was as hard as blue steel.

Diane pushed me over onto my back and mounted me quickly, her hands guiding my cock to her opening as she crouched over me like a cat before impaling herself on me slowly.

"Fuck!" Diane snapped, her face twisting as her eyes rolled back in her head. "Feels even bigger this way."

Soon she was undulating herself on me with slow and deliberate movements, her ass pushing against the top of my scrotum as she ground into me. I reached up and grabbed her titties, squeezing and pulling on the doughy little orbs while Diane ran her hands through her hair and shook her head from side to side.

Her skin was glistening with sweat; both her sweat and mine, and little trickles of it wiggled down from her fuzzy armpits and down her sides as she did her erotic dance on me. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy it, and that's exactly what I did. Staying hard was no problem with this visual treat going on top of me, and Diane seemed lost in a world of her own, moving to a music only she could hear.

After what had to be 15 or 20 minutes of this, she moved my hands off of her breasts, apparently because I wasn't rough enough on them, and as she pulled on those fat nipples she stretched out the skin of her tiny breasts to outrageous levels. Her movement increased in both speed and intensity, and while I held onto her bony hips for support, she began having an orgasm.

Orgasm was not the word for what she had. While she ground herself on top of me, her pussy slamming around my cock in an endless succession of violent seizures, Diane let out a howl that sent shivers down my spine.

I watched as Diane began writhing around like a woman possessed. Her face was so contorted it looked like she was in a G-force simulator, and as she tried to pull her nipples clear off of her body her entire body began spasming in this bizarre female Joe Cocker imitation, jerking and dancing like a spastic marionette until she finally went still and sagged down on top of me, loudly breathing like a locomotive with her head on my chest.

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Chapter Seven: Not my ass.

So I was under this little woman who had just provided me with the most amazing spectacle I had ever witnessed, but I hadn't cum and my cock was still very hard. After trying to move my cock around inside of her without success in this position, I finally just lifted her up and set her on the bed next to me, face first on the sheet.

Climbing up to my knees, I lifted Diane up by the hips so that she was on her knees as well. Her butt cheeks were so pale and tiny, and when I spread them apart I saw the most perfect little balloon knot imaginable, and Diane shivered when I stroked it.

"Not my ass," Diane whimpered, her voice muffled my the bedding. "Please."

I had no interest in going there, and was simply climbing up into her so I could get in her from behind. Her body relaxed at that, and when I slipped into her pussy from back there, she let out a soft sigh.

Diane was like a rag doll, letting me have my way from the rear, and she was so light that I was almost moving her on me as I held her by the hips while sliding in and out of her with long deep strokes.

"Don't," Diane mumbled. "Don't cum in me."

I didn't know what that meant. If she was worrying about getting pregnant, it was a little late for that, but when I felt like I could hold back no longer, I grunted, "Gonna cum."

At hearing that, the formerly placid Diane scrambled out from under me and spun around, her face between my legs. Her little paws grabbed my cock, which was swollen and a ghastly shade of red, and began to yank on it hard while her lips and tongue slobbered all over the tip of it.

I erupted, sending jets of cum all over Diane's pixie face. She opened her mouth and caught some of it, but the rest of it landed all over her face and neck, with her cheeks and chin getting the most of it.

After I stopped cumming, Diane kept yanking on it like she expected more, and I was forced to gently but firmly pull her hands off of my cock. After a minute of licking my deflating member, Diane slid out from under me and walked over to the dresser, putting on her glasses and looking at herself in the mirror before coming back over to me and smiling before heading off to the bathroom.

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Chapter Eight: Departure.

I didn't spend the night for a couple of reasons, the primary one my preferring to avoid the awkward morning-after scenes. The second reason was that for once, I was the one that was wearing out. My cock was so red and sore from Diane's constant attention over the 6 hours or so that we were at her place that I needed a break, and that didn't seem possible given Diane's seemingly insatiable spirit.

So I left around midnight after a shower, which got pleasantly crowded with the addition of Diane, who insisted on assisting me. She was still raring to go when I managed to get my clothes on, and walked me to the door with reluctance.

"Thank you," Diane said. "I had fun. It was really good."

"The picnic?" I asked with a grin.

"First one I ever really enjoyed," Diane said. "Got tired of watching everybody else have fun. Don't know what got into me, besides you that is."

A nice kiss goodbye, with Diane perched on the second step, and I was gone.

At work the next Monday, it was business as usual. Diane was her usual dictator self, acting like nothing had happened, and I only saw her once during the whole day. She smiled and nodded just like she always had in the past, and I returned the greeting, although seeing the prim and proper Diane Romano once again dressed in her business clothes with make-up and jewelry was quite a change from seeing her face all sweaty and dripping with my cum.

At the end of the day, after all my staff had flown the coop I punched out and brought the hand trucks to the store room as was my habit, so they didn't disappear on us. After unlocking the door of the darkened room and pushing the carts into the room, I reached for the door only to have it slam shut behind me, and I almost had a coronary when the light came on.

"About time," Diane said. "You put in a long day."

Diane Romano was behind the door, and gone was the blazer and the frilly blouse and slacks. Diane Romano was very naked.

"What if it wasn't me?" I asked. moving towards her with a lecherous grin.

"I know your routine," Diane said as she unbuckled my belt.

"Surprised at me?" Diane asked before going down to her knees on the concrete floor. "I am too. There was no way I thought I could even last this long without you. I wanted to do this at lunch."

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