A Kiss Led to This Ch. 12

It had been quite awhile since Joe had seen Sandi. A couple of years in fact. As it happened Joe got had gotten careless letting his little head think way too much for the big head and his wife had eventually found the two of them out. What ensued was painful but they as a couple they had worked their way through it. Joe had been honoring his promise not to have contact with Sandi but often wondered if she still thought about him.

Sandi's husband had been shocked to find that his best buddy had been filling his wife's stomach with cum almost daily for quite some time. What he would never learn that it was more like twice daily and sometimes three times daily. Sandi actually had been losing weight at the time by having only Joe's seed for lunch three times a week. As she told it, her hips got smaller as her smile got bigger.

Joe couldn't help but wonder if she would find a new lunch date now that he was out of the picture. There were so many men where she worked who had told him in the past that they would of given anything to have her beautiful lips around their cocks, or just to see Ms. Proper's perfect tits pulled out and ready to play. She was half bitch and half beauty queen to them. Others dreamed of having her naked on her knees in front of them, taking orders from them for a change. Sandi had told Joe some of them had offered her anything from an apartment to a new car if she would sleep with them. But she only had eyes for Joe, at least back then.

At parties her male co-workers had said to Joe "I'll bet she's a nasty fuck," "You think she likes it in the ass?" or "If we got her drunk I'll bet she would suck off the whole office." Everyone agreed Ms. Proper must be a great fuck in private, and Joe (who actually knew she was) wasn't about to argue. He knew hundreds would try to take that spot.

The word was anytime Sandi wore a thinner dress to the office they would turn up the air conditioning so that her nipples would protrude, then take turns bringing papers to her desk so they see who got the best look down her dress. Another contest they would have is to see who could get their zippers (and cocks) closest to her face and those heart shaped lips.

Most of them knew what an asshole and cheater her husband was and they all imagined that they had as good a chance as anyone of breaking through her stoic demeanor and the phony support for her spouse. Whether anyone else ever did kept Joe wondering.

Having not seen Sandi for so long, he would fantasize about her masturbating under her desk at work while she relived all the times she and Joe had been together. He could see her brushing her arm against her constrained tits while she held the phone, causing her nipples to poke out behind her silk bra, imagining Joe sucking on them or coating them with his pre-cum. Her other hand would be under the desk, slowly moving her skirt up and pulling her black lace panties to the side. Maybe she had her nylons on and would use a pen to poke a finger sized hole to give her access. She would make small circles around her clit the same way Joe had done with his tongue when they were alone, or at the dinner table in front of her husband (who never noticed his friend's hand making its way into his wife's welcoming open thighs).

She would then slide her middle finger along those tiny wet lips and bring it up as if checking her red lipstick, while actually lubricating her lips with her own juices and getting just a taste on her tongue. Her hand would make its way back down. This time she would insert one finger then two into her tiny hole, stretching herself. As she imagined rubbing the head of Joe's cock against her pink diamond she would speed up strokes until she slid her chair back and bucked into the desk, coming on her hand in front of the men there who spent most of their days staring at her through the glass office doors and making lewd remarks behind her back.

When he was alone Joe would also pull out a picture of her and slowly rub himself while he recalled their first kiss, the first time he licked her pussy, and the first blow job she had given him- swallowing all his cum as he lay there staring at his friend's naked wife. One thing Sandi had never denied him was a view of her pussy and tits up close or from a distance. Even after he had fucked her in the ass she laid there on the stained sheets and let him stare at her naked sweaty body with her perfect hair; looking like a squirrel's nest along with streaks of cum across her cheeks- the higher ones and the lower ones.

The more he would think about her the more he would rub himself until he found himself unzipping and jacking off with two hands to just the thought of her. She was absent but still stroke worthy. He would mimic the way she used to fondle his balls as she took his shaft all the way to its base, leaving her tell tale lipstick circle as a marker of how deep she could take him. This jacking off thing happened almost weekly now and had become a new secret routine for him. And although he no longer saw her, Sandi still visited nightly in his dreams. Some things a man has no control over.

As it happened during a weekday morning Joe was running an errand to the downtown area which was congested with cars and people. By luck he was able to grab a diagonal parking spot near the end of the block, two spaces from a parklet (a built out structure) that held tables and chairs and extended into the street. The parklet was empty at that time of day, it was taken by a restaurant that would be open later in the evening.

Joe put money in the meter and picked up a cup of coffee from the local shop. As he returned and unlocked his truck he failed to notice the dark SUV parked between his space and the parklet. It was a newer version vehicle of the one Sandi used to drive. He of course had seen her once or twice but never would of put this one and her together. Until of course Ms. Proper rounded the corner of the parklet carrying a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. She was reaching her keys. The coffee was from the same shop, somehow they had just missed each other.

"Wow," Joe said aloud as his eyes scanned her. There was Sandi, her trademark perfect hair curling just so above her shoulders. She was wearing a green business casual dress and brown shoes. Joe remembered that exact dress, it had a safety pin that held it in where the dress crossed her tits because her double D's used to open it too wide. He also knew because he had taken that pin out a dozen times to reach those perfect tits and nipples.

"Wow, yourself" was the reply. Sandi was wearing mirror sunglasses that hid her cat eyes.

"Hello Sandi."

"Hello Joe."

"Long time."

"Yep."

"How's things?" he asked.

"You should know, you left me hanging. Keith and I are still together but I would of left him in a minute for you. Instead I'm left with slime and not the kind between my legs."

"It's a long story." She had no idea how long.

Sandi unlocked her SUV and got in. She rolled down the passenger window and leaned over. Joe, now in his truck, rolled his down as well.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you, you know," she said.

"I can imagine," he replied.

Sandi, as flexible as ever, climbed over the console to the passenger seat and held out her hands as if presenting herself. "Do you miss this?" she asked.

"I miss those cat eyes more than anything. Something in your look was the sexiest thing in the world. Can you show me your eyes one more time?"

"Sorry, that's a big no. You don't deserve that."

Joe had to ask: "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Besides my shit wad husband? No. We still have sex sometimes but it has never been the same." Sandi put her hands beneath the girls. "Do you miss these?"

"Always."

Sandi reached over and removed the pin from her dress, dropping it in the drink holder. She pulled open the dress enough so Joe could see her lacy black bra.

As if instinctively his cock moved. She reclined the seat slightly and moved it as far back as it would go. Joe still could not see her eyes, but the woman in the sunglasses pulled her dress up exposing her nylons. They were the kind that pulled up over underwear to the waist, but in this case she wasn't wearing anything else. Joe looked for her little patch of pubic hair that sat above her clit through the nylons but couldn't see any. Apparently she was shaved smooth now.

"You ruined me, Joe. Since you left I can't stop thinking about us."

"You shaved your pussy?"

"For you," she answered. "I don't let Keith ever see me naked. He suspects I shaved it but he's not allowed to look. Even on the rare occasion I let him fuck me I keep a sheet on. When I shower I lock the door. That's his punishment for cheating on me and calling me a skank in front of our friends. This is your punishment."

Sandi reclined the seat and put one leg on the console and the other on the dash, giving Joe a full view of the slit he used to suck on almost daily. She grabbed the nylons at the crotch and tore them apart, leaving a gaping hole between her legs and fully exposing her love hole. Joe savored the view. Her calves and ankles were just as fit and trim as ever, right down to the manicured toe nails. His cock grew.

Sandi proceeded to pull open her dress and undo her bra, letting the 34 DD's out to play. She looked up at him as she took each one in her mouth. Her dress for all intent and purposes was off.

"Remember how you taught me to do this?" Her tongue lapped at the rock hard nipples.

"It was one of my favorites."

"Here's something else," she said, sucking on her finger then making circles around her nipples. After each one was wet she moved the same finger down to her naked slit and made more circles at the top of her tiny lips.

Joe's cock went rock hard as she made a return trip from her mouth to her pussy, this time inserting a finger.

"I can't stop missing you, Joe, you asshole." Sandi grabbed a pen from the console and stuck it in her wet hole, twisting it back and forth. She saw a second one and stuck that in as well.

"Everything goes in my pussy thanks to you. You know how Keith loves to drink wine? Whenever he isn't looking I suck on the bottle pretending its your cock then I slide it in and out of my pussy. Right down to the label. That fucker doesn't realize that every night when he has salad the vegetables he's eating have all been inside of me. I buy so many cucumbers the grocer certainly suspects. They're always about the size of your cock. It's so bad now that even when we have guests I push things inside of me below the table and bring them back up. It reminds me of how you used to finger me in front of everyone while we talked or ate and no one knew."

"You were so limber."

"Still am." Sandi arched her pelvis up so Joe got a clear view of her pussy and ass. "You should have bought a banana in there, I'd show you what I can do."

Joe unzipped his pants and dropped them and his underwear down to his thighs.

He was rock hard now and exposed. His hand began massaging the mushroomed head, having no idea where this was heading.

"So there has been nobody?" he asked.

"To be honest, a few blow jobs here and there. You kept me so horny it was hard to come down. My shrink said no contact with you. But he didn't say no contact with anybody ever.

Sometimes after ladies night out I'd have a couple of drinks. After I dropped off my girl friend I'd cruise by the hotel if it was early enough. I'd take a spot at the bar and strike up a conversation with a business traveler. While we talked slowly I'd reach over without warning and start stroking the gentleman's cock the way I used to stroke yours. Then I would leave. After a few times I'd unzip them and slowly work my hand into their pants and touch their bare cock before leaving them embarrassed. A few times later I began pulling the cock out and feeling them get wet. I loved how their juices made my hand and their dicks so slick. After couple of weeks after doing that that I actually jacked off two different guys right there at the bar. I'd wait until it was close to closing time, open their zipper, pull out their cock and stroke until they were shooting their load as they sat on the stool talking about nothing."

Joe began stroking himself in an up and down motion.

"Wow. But you said blow jobs."

"Well, it turns out someone had to clean up all that cum and it was the Bartender. The next time I went back he had a little talk with me. While his buddy watched the bar he took me into the fridge around the side. He told me he knew what I was doing and had placed a camera under the bar. He showed me video of me walking in, sitting down, talking, then taking a stranger's cock in my hand. It was clear that I took out a stranger's cock and stroked it till he shot cum against the front of the bar. He had my license plate and said if I didn't cooperate he would tell Keith."

"I see," Joe said, feeling the skin of his cock get slicker as pre cum rolled down the sides. He stroked slowly as his hand became lubricated and listened intently.

"He sat me on a crate and opened my blouse, feeling my tits just like you used to. He yanked open my bra so hard it broke the snaps. It was so cold in there my nipples shot out and I got goose bumps on my arms. As I sat there he lifted his apron and his zipper was right in front of me, stretched outward. I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants and unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor and suddenly I had his cock in my hand."

"What then?"

"I squeezed it near the end, like I used to do with you, and rubbed the fluid all over my face. It felt wonderful. I told him I was sorry. He said 'You have no idea how sorry.' I brushed the head down to my chin and got a taste of him as he crossed my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed his slit pretending it was you. I couldn't help but take the end of it in my mouth, and I ran my tongue around the head. I pretended it was you and opened my lips. I started gulping more and more until I felt his hands on the side of my head, grabbing my hair and each ear and pulling me in then pushing me back. I could feel the throbbing in my throat as he face fucked me, just like you used to."

Joe imagined the scene, a beautiful, proper, professional woman one minute and in the next nipples out with a cock in her throat. She had shown him that side of her a hundred times and he missed that sight every day.

"Right as I thought he would cum in me, he pulled out and twisted my head to the side. There was another cock waiting right there. I never saw the guy come in. I knew I was screwed now so I just opened my mouth and latched onto the shaft. It was bigger than the first one with a giant vein on the bottom. I just thought of you and sucked hard. The Bartender worked his way over till his rod was bumping my eye. He rubbed it against the other eye as well and from the fluids I had to squint to see. It was like a dream from there on. I felt the Bartender's cock against my cheek going up and down. Next thing I know I had two cocks in my mouth, side by side. I reached under each of them and grabbed their ball sacks. The second guy said 'Fuck this bitch' and stood me up. He turned me around and bent me over. He lifted up my dress over my ass and ripped off my panties as I held on to the shelves to steady myself. He rammed his dick into me in one motion all the way to his balls."

"Were you wet?"

"I hate to tell you this, but I was soaked. The way I used to get when you kissed me."

Sandi twisted the two pens around.

"He told the Bartender 'You gotta try this.' He pulled out and the Bartender was inside of me just as fast as the first guy. I felt like my pussy had a slick gaping hole. He began pushing so hard I almost was falling into the shelves. Suddenly I felt a gush of cum between my legs. That fucker came in me with no warning and no protection. Afterwards he pulled out and rubbed his still hard rod against my asshole. I was wet everywhere and felt gobs of warm cum against my cold ass and down my legs. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass lubricating it with his cum and my juices. He grabbed his member and tried to push it in, but it was too soft."

Joe recalled when he had fucked Sandi in the ass- he was hard as a baseball bat handle and still they had to work to get it in. But she made it happen.

"He pushed a bit more than the second guy said 'Let me give that bitch a try.' The second guy kept putting it in me then pulling out and trying my ass. No luck. Then he reached into one of the bins above me and pulled out a carrot. It was a fresh one with the stem and leaves still on it, about six inches long. I felt the carrot go in and out of my pussy. When it was wet with cum he pushed it at my ass. Still no luck. The Bartender walked over with a jar of olive oil and poured some of it down the crack of my ass. 'That should do it,' he said. The second guy put out his hand and the Bartender poured oil all over it. He put two fingers together and I felt them go in.

He wiped his hand along the carrot and put it where his fingers had been.

The narrow end made it through and he buried it up to the end until just the green leaves were sticking out. All I could think about was you; how you were the first cock in my ass. Nothing mattered after that. After a couple more strokes he pulled the carrot out and slid into me. He had to grab my hips so hard it felt like they were in a vise. My ass cheeks were spread wide and my anus was clamping down on him. Meantime the Bartender had worked his way back in front of me and was between my arms. He stood up so I was at his waist still holding on to the rack. He put his soft cock in my mouth and said, 'Suck.'

The second guy kept ramming me, it felt like my ass was splitting in two. He poured some more oil on my cheeks and began moving side to side with his cock in me. All I could think of was you, Joe, and the times you had your cock in there. The second guy then took the carrot and shoved it back in my pussy. I could feel his rod and the carrot rubbing against each other inside of me. It felt like they were both in the same hole.

The second guy kept grinding then with a grunt came in my ass. I felt about seven spurts come out. He left his dick in so that none of his sperm would roll out. Just then the Bartender came again. It filled my mouth so much cum it was dribbling down my chin and onto my tits. He reached down and rubbed his cum across my chest and on each cheek, then put his hand out for me to lick. The second guy pulled out of my ass only to say 'The bitch is leaking.' He pulled the carrot out and broke it in half, shoving the front end of it all the way into my ass. To make sure he stuck his finger in there and pushed it about five inches up into me. Then he moved around and sat me on the crate. Just when I was getting my breath he moved his cock onto my face and told me to clean him off. I was spent but opened my mouth. He had to literally hold my head in his hands as he fucked my face. Half way through he pulled out of my mouth and jacked off onto my forehead and into my hair."

"I do miss putting my dick in your hair, it's always so perfect," Joe said. As if that helped.

"They walked me out the back door into a little courtyard area where the garbage bins were and sat me between two of them. The bartender took my bra as a souvenir and said 'I'm sure your husband will understand.' I asked if I could clean up since I was covered in cum and had to fix my hair before I went home. I touched my cheek and it was covered in mascara and all three of our juices. I could feel the oil on my ass and knew my what was left of my dress was ruined. The second guy said 'Sure' and handed me a towel he had used to wipe off his dick. As I sat there he opened his pants. I thought he was coming for my mouth but he proceeded to piss on me. The bartender joined him and soon my silk blouse was soaked and you could see my bare tits right through the fabric. They moved their streams up until my face and hair were soaked. I wiped myself off as best I could in the dark. The said they would send out my purse and coat and pointed me toward my car.