Amulet Ch. 07

She looked a little embarrassed at the tell-tale evidence of her panties, but forgot about that instantly as my hand slipped up her skirt again. She obligingly opened her legs wider, allowing my hand to stroke her shaven mound and linger there, just long enough to open up her labia and slip wetly inside. Her legs almost gave way, and she clung to me helplessly as I finger fucked her to her first orgasm of the evening.

'Oh god yes...' she moaned, 'oh fuck, fuck... fu.. uck... I'm... coming... so... fast... so... fast...com... mmmming,' and her hips and pelvis went into overdrive, ramming her pussy hard against my hand, fucking my fingers, desperate for the release she's been thinking about all day.

'Why do I let you do this to me?' she whimpered as she came down from the peak of her climax. I still had two fingers jammed up her pussy as she stood there, legs shaking uncontrollably, and clinging to me for support. I thought it was a rhetorical question and really needed no answer, but I answered anyway.

'You don't let me do anything Rachael,' I whispered into her ear. 'You do it because you can't help yourself; you're just a beautiful woman who loves having sex with me. You only have to see me and this delightful pussy of yours gets wetter than it's ever been before. Isn't that the simple truth?' I suggested, hoping that my blindly sprayed words may find a corresponding target, and much to my surprise they hit dead centre.

'Ye... yes,' she gasped, 'you do something to me. I can't understand it... I just...' and she stopped speaking, whether embarrassed or ashamed I don't know, so I twiddled my fingers deep in her pussy, and she moaned. I wasn't going to let her off the hook as easily as that. I wanted her to tell me, admit it to herself out loud and to me.

'Tell me then, tell me everything, leave nothing out. I want to hear it Rachael, so don't stop now,' I insisted gently.

'Oh god, it's so... embarrassing... I just... can't think straight when I see you,' she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I feel myself.. I feel my wetness flood my panties. I've never been as wet as that before, but with you... I don't understand why, it just pours out of me and it feels incredible. My nipples get so hard and sensitive, it's almost painful.' She looked at me and then looked away, her head went down, unable to hold my gaze in her embarrassment. 'I think there must be something wrong with me... ' she tailed off. I shook my head.

'There's nothing wrong with you Rachael, no, nothing wrong at all,' I assured her 'You're just a wonderful, sexy, exciting woman, a beautiful woman with beautiful boobs, and an amazing, horny pussy,' and as I said it, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I kissed her open mouth and pushed my fingers, slippery with her juices between our mouths. She licked her own juices from my fingers and returned them to me on her tongue. It was an incredibly intimate and erotic gesture.

'Let me suck your cunt,' I said fiercely, demanding, not requesting, and she groaned out loud, shaking and trembling all over.

'Oh fuck yes... please... please... anything... do anything... you want,' she moaned loudly, and sat back on the edge of her desk, unashamedly pulling her skirt up to her waist, exposing her wonderful shaven pussy to my excited gaze. I dropped to my knees before her and she looked down at me with lust filled eyes as I looked up at her.

'Oh please... do it... please... please,' she pleaded, and reaching forward held my head gently between her hands, guiding me, as if I need guiding, between her legs. Her pussy was literally dripping, a long string of her viscous juices dangling from her open labia.

The sheer richness of her sexual aroma met me as I leaned forward and into her pussy. It was a hot, wet, primitive smell that spoke of raw, urgent sex, broadcasting her need to be fucked to the world, but it was to me... to me! I was the lucky one to be there to receive it, and act upon it, and act upon it I did.

I sniffed her pussy, smelling that wonderful invitation at its source, and then gently parted her labia with my tongue, tasting her, savouring her juices, and the reaction I was hearing from her own sweet mouth.

'Oh yesssss... my darling... kiss me... yes... just there... oh my god...' she whimpered as my tongue brushed gently over her clitoris, and then again, and again before pulling her clitoris into my mouth, sucking on it. My hand reached up to her pussy, just under my chin, and I slid my two middle fingers deep into her pinkness, and on into her depths. Curling my fingertips, searching for and finding the g-spot, and exerted a little pressure while I continued to suck and worship her clitoris. It was all too much for her.

'Oh god... yes... ooooooh... fuck... fuck... I'm coming... coming again.' and she held my head tightly against her pussy, rubbing herself all over my face, marking me, and claiming me with her scent. Her thighs spasmed together, holding me tightly as she came, while wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body, until finally her thighs relaxed a little, and I knew she was becoming calmer, the tides receding as her climax faded.

I just stayed there, kneeling before like a subject before his queen until at last she opened her eyes and looked down on me. She laughed, a lovely throaty laugh. 'Your face is all wet and shiny,' she grinned, and still holding my head between her hands she pulled gently upwards, obviously wanting me to stand up, so I stood up. She kissed me, once again tasting herself, licking her own juices off my face before turning to more important matters.

'Let me,' was all she said as she reached for my belt buckle, and with trembling hands unbuckled it, and then opened the top button of the waistband. The zip presented no problem, and with that pulled down, she pushed my trousers down over my hips and they fell to the floor, where my boxer shorts quickly followed, leaving my cock, jutting out, proud and hard.

She slipped off the edge of the desk, down on her knees on the floor, and took my stiffness in her hand, fondling me, cupping my balls in her left hand while she stroked my length with her right. She looked up at me her eyes big and shiny, letting me see what she was about to do, watching my face for a favourable reaction as she opened her beautiful lips and took me into the warm promise that was her mouth.

'Oh fuck Rachael,' I gulped. 'That feels amazing... no fuck it... you are amazing,' and despite her mouth being full, I could tell she was smiling as she got exactly the reaction she was looking for.

As I watched her, and she watched me watching her, I could see her left hand had slipped down from my balls to between her legs and she was finger fucking herself. From watching me intently, her eyes close and suddenly her mouth went slack around my cock, and taking me out of her mouth, she stopped fingering her pussy. I waited for her to say something, or do something, and then she looked up at me looking apologetic and distressed..

'I'm sorry... I'm so close... going... to come... again...' she gasped almost painfully. 'There is something wrong with me... I know there is... I desperately want to suck your cock and make you come in my mouth... but... oh god this sounds... so bad... but I want you in my pussy even more. I need... need your cock...' moaning almost continuously, on the verge of orgasm, 'I need your cock... in my pussy... oh fuck... is that.... bad?' she finally blurted out. She got to her feet and sat on the edge of the desk where she spread her legs wantonly, and began unbuttoning her blouse. I watched her take the blouse off, and reach behind to unhook her bra, releasing those twin beauties from captivity.

'Please,' she begged me, 'I need...' but as she began to beg for my cock, I stepped up between her outspread legs with my cock in my right hand and plunged it home to the hilt in her dripping wet pussy. Between the wetness of her hole and the saliva coating she'd left from sucking my cock, there was no friction whatsoever to prevent my welcome entry.

She didn't know it, but given the choice, I'd rather be in a woman's pussy every time in preference to being in her mouth. Oh yeah! Make no mistake, blow jobs have their place, but for me, there's simply nothing that can beat the feeling of being embedded to the max, in the sweet, wet pussy of my lover. It's a giving thing, and I'm all about giving when it comes to sex. It even says it in the bible, 'give and ye shall receive.' My cock was certainly giving Rachael something to think about.

'Oh god yes... oh fuck yes... I can feel it... I swear... oh fucking hell... shit... I'm coming... again,' she sobbed out, falling back flat on the desk, leaving her tits and nipples at my mercy as I slid in and out of her slippery pussy, giving and taking our pleasure together. I was close too, and I knew if I just let it go she would come right along with me, so not holding back any more I went for it, feeling that tingle at the root of my cock, and then I was projecting pulse after pulse of my hot come into her pussy..

'Oh yessss...' she hissed through gritted teeth, trying her best to be quiet, mindful that we were in her office, at work. 'Oh fuck... oh my god... coming... coming...' then louder, 'oh fuuuuuck... it's not stopping,' her hips driving frantically up of the desk's surface. Her eyes flashed open, and she clamped both hands over her mouth, 'Fuck me... fff... fuck me,' she begged, her voice sounding muffled, and then I felt a hot gush over my cock and balls, running down my legs. She was squirting through her orgasm, her pussy losing all control in her reaction to being fucked.

It was only when her orgasm started to subside that she became fully aware of what she'd done, and then her pleasure of a moment before turned to utter embarrassment. She quickly got up off the desk, and became this frantic whirlwind of movement, reaching for tissues, not knowing which way to turn in her panic. Whether to dry me, dry herself or try to mop up the small pool of fluid on the carpet.

'Oh my god, what have I done? I'm so sorry, so sorry. Please,' she begged, 'oh shit, can you ever forgive me... so sorry... so embarrassing. Oh god I'm so ashamed,' and I could see the tears glistening in her eyes.

'Rachael,' I said, trying to calm her down, and the best way I knew was to hold her tight and make her listen. 'Stop this, you've done nothing wrong. That was a perfectly natural thing to do. A lot of women do it, it's called, "squirting," and although it's not exactly common, it does happen sometimes. It's not pee, it's a sexual fluid I believe, so please calm down. It's nothing to be ashamed of, in fact many people would say it's something to be proud of, so I want you to be proud too. Okay?'

She looked at me, well, not so much looking at me as scanning my face to see if I was telling her the truth. Obviously satisfied, or maybe just wanting to believe me, she nodded faintly with almost the beginnings of a smile.

'Really, I've never heard of that before. I thought I'd lost control and peed on you,' and looking down, she added, 'and on the carpet too.' I assured her I was perfectly happy, in fact I was delighted, and to distract her from any lingering doubts I kissed her and slipped my hand between her legs again, splitting her labia apart, fingering her pussy and clitoris.

She responded immediately, opening her legs wider, her imagined indiscretion forgotten, and swaying back and forth onto my fingers. Not so much thrusting herself this time, just a gentle back and forth, but it was enough to light the fire between her legs again, and soon the gentle sway turned into full bodied, 'finger fuck me until I come,' action as she moaned and whimpered with pleasure again. Within a few minutes or so I heard a familiar announcement.

'Ooooh... fuck... I'm coming again,' and this time she stopped thrusting at me and stood there, helplessly open legged while I finger fucked her to another orgasm. I stretched her a little more by inserting three fingers, and she seemed to love that stretching feeling too. She just seemed to soak up everything I threw at her, and come back for more. What a glorious sexual woman she was proving to be, and I was a little awe struck as she came, moaning, whimpering. Finally resuming her frantic thrusting to milk the last dying shreds of pleasure from her orgasm.

When it was over, she clung to me, and I kissed her tenderly until her breathing returned to normal. She held me for a while, not an unpleasant experience I assure you, and I held her right back, loving all that soft, warm, feminine skin held against mine.

We eventually broke our embrace, and stepped back a little. It was over for today, and she began to look about her, picking up her clothes. She looked at her panties in mock disgust.

'I can't wear those anymore today,' she smiled ruefully. 'I think I'll have to start keeping spare panties in my desk drawer. Purely for emergency use you understand,' she quipped.

'You mean for the days I'm in the office and you get uncontrollably wet,' I said, reminding her why she needed spares.

'You bastard,' she said laughing. 'Okay you make me wet, but there's no need to rub my nose in it.' I laughed too.

'If anybody is going to rub their nose in it, it's me, that's my job, and I love to rub my nose in your pussy sweetheart,' and as I said it she came to me, into my arms again.

'You can rub anything in it you want, but some other time, right now, let's get dressed, and get this place cleared up, it smells very strongly of pussy, cock, and balls. The cleaners will know exactly what I've been doing here if we don't do something about it,' and so we cleaned up and spayed some air freshener for good measure.

We kissed an affectionate goodbye in her office, but before I left I made a suggestion to her, just to see if she'd agree.

'You know when I'm going to be in the office, don't you?' and she nodded her head, waiting for the what else I was going to say, her head cocked to one side, listening attentively, 'I think it would be good if you didn't wear a bra or panties on those days.' She raised one immaculately shaped eyebrow, and smiled, knowing exactly where I was coming from, then shook her head.

'No chance mister,' she laughed. 'Okay, I'll go with the no bra idea, just for you, because nobody will know except you and me, but there's no way I can walk around here with no panties on.' I must have looked disappointed because she laughed again.

'Think about it you idiot,' she said, teasing me. 'I'm getting so wet it would be running down my legs, or soaking into the back of my skirt when I sit down. I'd be leaving a, 'snails trail,' everywhere I went. I'm pretty sure they'd be able to smell me too.' Well, I'm not stupid and I could see the logic in that.

'However, as soon as you walk into my office, I promise I'll hoist my skirt up and let you see me take them off just for you, is that suitable, do you think?' she teased, knowing I'd love that.

'Oh fuck yes,' I agreed enthusiastically. 'I feel like walking out now, and walking straight back in just to test your offer.' This time she really laughed, and she shook her head.

'Stop thinking with your balls for a moment,' she laughed again, 'are you forgetting I have no panties on? They're a soaking wet, smelly mess, in a sealed plastic bag in my handbag. Now, be off with you,' and leaning forward she kissed me gently, pointing to the door. 'Out,' she commanded in a pseudo strict voice, and I did as she ordered, after all, she was my boss.

I kept myself very much to myself for the rest of the week. I got on with my work during working hours, and just stayed quietly at home in the evening, doing household chores and reading a lot, resting up for the exertions ahead. I wanted to have plenty of fuel in the tank for my next meeting with Beth on Sunday. I fully intended to give her a day she would never forget if I could.

I was up early on Sunday, eager to get ready for church. Ha ha! That's not a phrase I've ever used before, but it wasn't the church that made me eager. It was the thought of seeing my beautiful, sexy church minister again. Beth really was a lovely looking women, even dressed in her official religious vestments to conduct the Sunday service. To tell the truth, I found the religious clothing and the paraphernalia of her calling, wrapped up in religious mystique a big incentive, and a real turn on.

A short time later I found myself once again sitting in the front pew of her church, expectantly waiting for her to appear. The church organist went through her programme of semi religious classical tunes, Bach, Haydn, etc, while the congregation arrived, piecemeal, dressed in their Sunday best. I looked around me for other possible, 'Beths,' and there was a couple. Women who looked good, but were so dowdily dressed as to make them almost invisible. They needed a good fucking to bring them screaming (with pleasure) into the 21^st century I thought. Maybe... but not today, today my attention would be centred on the lovely Beth, so I sat there patiently waiting for her arrival.

When the old guy, who I presumed was a church elder, took the impressively big bible up into the pulpit and laid it out, I knew it wouldn't be long before the object of my lust arrived to conduct the service. A few minutes later the door beside the pulpit opened, and my sweet and very horny Beth stepped out. I watched her ascending the steps to the pulpit, where once again she virtually ignored the congregation, arranging the papers with her notes for the sermon.

As the last notes of the organ died away, she looked up and smiled, wishing us all a good morning. We all returned her greeting, and then she told us what her sermon was going to be about. It was about the woman, taken in adultery who was going to be stoned to death until Jesus stepped in. As she announced it, she looked directly at me, and I couldn't help but smile, and there was just the merest hint of a smile on her face too.

As always in these circumstance, I had the amulet highlighted by the black T-shirt as a fall-back position, but quite truthfully I didn't think it was required now by Beth. She had embraced, quite literally and enthusiastically the more sensual lifestyle that I had introduced her to. Still, I didn't hurt to make sure, and throughout the sermon, I saw her glancing at it from time to time, and once again during prayers when everybody had their eyes closed including Beth, I would give the pearl clitoris of the amulet a gentle stroke.

I watched Beth when I did it, after all I wasn't praying, except perhaps to wish that Beth was getting hornier by the moment. The only outward sign when I did it was that she would sway her body a little, pushing the bottom half of her torso forward, unwittingly offering her pussy to be touched. She was horny alright, and she'd ready for just about anything in an hour or so when I finally managed to get her alone.

Finally with the singing, praying, and the sermon over, the proceedings drew to a close. Beth descended from the pulpit and made her way to the main door, to meet and talk with her parishioners as they left. Once again I hung back, making sure the two other women I had made a visual note of prior to the ceremony had to pass me by.

Nothing quite like a bit of preparation, even if it isn't acted upon I thought as I wished them both a nice day. I casually toyed with the amulet as they drew level with me, bringing it to their attention, and both stopped momentarily, smiling, and exchanged a few words with me. I smiled back of course.

Candidate number one: About five foot five, mousy brown hair, late twenties, early thirties, looks like a nice, girl-next-door type. Good figure and nice legs, judging by her ankles, and so shy she could barely look me in the eye as I spoke. A virgin if ever there was one. I gave the pearl a rub, and she sucked in a sharp breath of air, obviously feeling it between her legs. She blushed and went on her way. The only thing she was certain of was the feeling she felt in her pussy as we spoke. She'd remember me, and it may just have awakened something she had never felt before.