By Design Ch. 06

"Yess, give it to me, give it to me!" she gasped as I began to ride her hard, "deep Ben, I want your cum deep in me, harder, Ben!" and she reached down and began to stroke her clit with one hand, while kneading and pinching a nipple with the other. I leaned forward, taking her knees in the crook of my elbows to free her hands, and more importantly, raise her ass and spread her wider. I kept up a steady rhythm going deep, pulling back, and driving forward again.

I could feel her fingers strumming her clit and her ass began to tighten around my cock.

"Nearly there, Ben, nearly there harder," she groaned.

Her ass gripped my shaft as she came hard, her head thrown back mouth agape as she flicked her clit, a wordless cry coming from deep inside her.

"Aahh, fuggg," she groaned and kept humping up as I kept the rhythm, "so full, soooo good, more Ben, more, give me your cum deep inside, I want to feel that hot seed shooting deep!"

I kept up the pace, driving hard into her, while her fingers strummed her clit and squeezed a nipple. I could fell the pressure building in my balls, as i ground out with each stroke.

"Right there, love!" I groaned.

"Give it to me, give it to me," she begged and gripped my shaft tight, "cummminnnng aaagggain!"

With a final thrust, I felt the seed jet from my cock deep into her bowels.

"Yesss!" she cried, "give it to me, all of it!" as she gripped my cock hard with her ass, and rolled with the orgasm rippling though her belly, pussy flooding with her juices.

I leaned back, letting her feet and knees drop back to the bed, as she lay there panting. I could feel myself softening and beginning to slip from her, and her eyes shot open.

"Plug, now, plug my arse!" she demanded, reaching over and grabbing her butt plug and handing to me.

Seeing the look on my face, she closed her eyes and whispered, "I love the full feeling of your cock in my arse, and I want that feeling, along with your cum to stay with me for a while, so, please, Ben, plug my arse!"

Slightly bewildered, I gently eased the plug back into her, as she breathed a sigh of pleasure. I slid the pillow from under her bum, and she stretched out laying on her side, and pulling me down onto the bed facing her.

Pulling me in, she gave me a deep kiss, and sighed.

"Look what you have done to me, my loving perve. I can't get enough of you. You have ignited a fire in me that has just caused an explosion of horniness in me. Every time I get close to you, I just want you, eating me, fucking me, sucking my little teats, and having your lovely cock buried in my arse. And each time, I lay back and just want more. You've turned me into an absolute slut for your tongue or cock, and all I can think of is getting more, and more."

"When I ambushed you in the file room, I was horny, and those little wrist rubs I stole helped to quell the fire. But now? Now all I can feel is the constant need in my belly, and a rub isn't going to do it. I think about sex constantly, about you in my pussy or my arse, sucking you off, riding my lovely boy bit like a cowgirl, and yes, spreading my arse for you to bugger me."

She stroked my cock as she spoke, twirling her fingers in my pubes.

"Now that you have turned me into -- what's that term I keep hearing in whispered conversations in the ladies? -- ah yes, a three hole slut, who just has to keep her arse stretched, her pubes trimmed, pussy lips and arsehole devoid of any stray hair, and who is now contemplating an adornment to the girls, it's time for a bit of turnabout. But for now, we need to clean up before bedtime, buddy."

I helped her up and into the bathroom, where she removed her plug and began to clean out, while I ran the shower. She joined me and I soaped her down and cleaned every nook and cranny, then washed her hair for her. She rinsed off and started on me, soaping me down, and rinsing me off.

"So, turnabout," she started as she did a second run around my crotch, "as much as I love sucking this little boy bit, you have a lot of hair that I end up with along with the lovely seed, so, So, I will leave it up to you, how you get it done!"

My eyes must have given me away. She grinned.

"Yes, smooth cock and balls, a hairless arsehole, and as per my wishes, you will be allowed a small, trimmed arrow down to the working parts, all for my pleasure. Agreed?"

"Ummm, "I stammered.

"What? You are worried that this will hurt your chances with the willing maidens? I am sure they will just love the sight of my lover denuded, that's if I ever allow them a glimpse!" she smiled and cupped my balls, "remember, this is mine, all mine and don't you forget it!" giving me a hard, deep kiss as she massaged my sack.

Without going into details, Maureen dragged me into Emma's spa for the last appointment of the day some time later, whereupon I was subjected to all manner of embarrassment as said hair removal proceeded. Emma was wonderful, but her Irish quality control inspector was quite fastidious in her microscopic inspection of the result, finally declaring her satisfaction. I am sure Emma was struggling to maintain a professional demeanour, but probably collapsed with laughter as we left.

All was quiet on the way home, with me getting used to a smooth feeling, while Maureen sat with a sly grin on her face. Nothing as said as we stopped and picked up a Chinese take out for supper. While we ate, we chatted about everything but the elephant in the room, but she still had that quirky grin on her face. After cleaning up, she slipped into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable and cracked a bottle of wine for our traditional relaxed evening.

I was surprised to see her return in a modest skirt, with her traditional stockings, heels and a loose wraparound blouse. I offered her a glass of wine as she approached, which she took and had a sip.

"Right lover, I am going to do a close inspection of Emma's handiwork, so let's get rid of the clothes down there!" as she placed her glass on the table, and began by undoing my belt, unfastening the button and unzipping me. Next to go were my loafers, socks and pants, leaving only my boxers.

"Lift your arse, Ben, "she instructed, and the boxers followed everything else. Naturally, my cock sprang up semi hard.

"Just lovely," she smiled, "a well manicured lawn with a flagpole at half staff. Will have to work on that!" and with that she spread my thighs and knelt between them. Without hesitation, she took me in her mouth, deep, until I could feel her nose bumping up against my crotch. She sucked and licked with abandon, and my shaft hardened, not only with her oral ministrations, but with the knowledge that I was practically clean shaven.

She broke away, "So much better, no messy hairs to deal with and a lovely smooth cock and balls to play with!" and back she went. By now I was sliding down the couch with my butt on the edge as she blew me. I held her bobbing head gently, as she sucked. She pulled back, and sucked on a finger, then went back to work. Before I knew it that finger was probing my asshole and gaining entrance.

My protestation was met with an even harder suck and tongue lashing of my cockhead, and a firmer press of the finger into me. She raised her head.

"Fair turnabout, my lad, if you can plunder my arse, then it's only fair I get to play with yours!" as she dipped back and took my hard cock deeper that ever before down her throat and thrust that finger even deeper in me. By now her saliva was dripping down my crack and effectively lubing my bum, making it ever easier for her to penetrate deep with her finger.

By now, I was squirming. She was doing a number on my cock, and her finger up my ass had found the spot. I couldn't help but start humping up into her mouth and warning her I was about to explode.

She pulled back and released my cock with a plop.

"Not this time, laddie," she grinned, "this deposit will be made at my call!" as she withdrew her finger from my ass, leaving me bare assed with an upstanding shaft. She gripped my shaft and caressed my ball sac.

"Mmmm, so smooth!" she teased, and took my hand, dragging me to her bedroom, sitting me on the edge of the bed.

She lifted her skirt, revealing a bare pussy framed by her garter belt and stockings. She knelt over me, knees outside my thighs, centred her slit over my cock and slid down, and pushed me back on the bed.

"Ahhh, perfect, full and deep," she groaned, "now you get busy on loving the girls!" as she pulled her blouse apart revealing no bra and the lovely little tits swinging free. Those swaying teats just before my eyes were too much to ignore and I captured one and began to suck on the turgid nipple. All this did was to have her groan and continue to ride me.

"Don't you be thinking of coming just yet, boyo," she moaned, "this is my ride, and you won't be shorting me on value for my money!"

She slowed down and began to rotate her hips whenever she was deep, this having the effect of enhancing her pleasure and putting me on hold! She had learned how to draw things out, to make sure she was ready to go over the top before taking me along. She would ride, then settle for a moment, pulling her nipple out and lifting the other to my mouth for attention.

"Harder, perve," she demanded, "suck on that nipple and make her happy," as she slid her hands under mine and grasped one of mine between each finger and thumb. She pinched tight making me flinch.

"Bite me, buster, or I am going to clamp down on these little nubs!" and squealed when I nipped on her nipple, "yesss!"

That got her moving and she began to fuck me in earnest. I could feel her walls tightening around my shaft and suddenly she pulled back, hands flying from my nipples to squeeze, rub and stroke her hard clit.

"Cumming!" she yelled as her pussy clamped down on me, "fill me Ben, I want to feel that cum in me!"

That did it for me, and with a groan I thrust up into her and came, hard.

"Yess," she hissed, "fill me with that hot cum!" as she squeezed my shaft hard with her pussy, and then collapsed on my chest, breathing hard, with me still buried in her pulsing slit.

"Dear lord", she groaned, "it just gets better every time, you are killing me, heathen Scot, but it would be a pleasurable end."

I hugged her tight and rolled her to her side, slipping out of her as I did so. She lay there, eyes closed, and breathing softly as I completed the ritual of cleaning her with the warm cloth and making sure she was dry. I stripped her gently and rolled the covers down for her, sliding in beside her.

We slipped back into our routine, if you could call it that. Maureen was lovingly aggressive, wanting to try new things all the time, (mostly pushing the boundaries on where she could persuade me to fuck her), but I could tell that the friendship she had struck up with Emma and Shayla was giving her food for thought.

One evening we were listening to some good music, and idly discussing different things we had been up to. Maureen was laying back on the couch, with her feet in my lap, probing my groin while I massaged her feet and ankles, tired after a long day of running about the office. She had a new dark blue babydoll on, and no knickers, and was idly stroking her breasts though the gauzy material.

"Mmm, that feels good, Ben, you have no idea how tired my poor little feet were. Maybe you can take some of the stress out of the girls as well, when you have finished down there," she grinned.

I smiled and reached up to tweak a nipple through her gown.

She squealed, and then smiled.

"You know I had lunch with Emma the other day, and we wandered over to Shayla's shop. They were harassing me about piercing my nipples again, but after a while, they got the message that I wasn't brave enough to take that final step. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Shayla gave me an alternative to piercing, which I haven't tried out yet. I think you may be interested, being the perve that you are."

I grinned "Well, I am intrigued for sure, but very wary of what the three of you have been plotting!"

"Well, no time like the present," as she rolled over, rose, took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

She pushed me back to sit on the edge of the bed and lowered the top of the babydoll off her shoulders to cup her small breasts with their proud nubs stiffening.

"I am not going to get the girls pierced, but you know how they are connected to my sexy lady bits when you pinch and nibble on them. It like they open the taps and the "fuck me" juices flow. So."

She turned and got a couple of small objects from the top of her dresser.

"Shayla showed these to me, and suggested I give them a try, to see what happens."

In the palm of her hand were two silicon tipped nipple clamps with a beaded jewel string attached to the bottom loop.

"I'd like to see if they are as good as advertised. Will you do the honours?"

I took a clamp and lifted one breast. The nipple was standing firm. I carefully slid the silicon tipped ends around the base and slid the locking ring up to tighten the jaws.

"Ohh, yess," she hissed, "a little tighter, and then the other one, Ben, this will get the juices flowing."

I repeated the clamping of her bare nipple.

"Ohh fugg, that's so good," she groaned, pushing me back and pulling my boxers down my legs, then taking my hardening cock in her mouth and sucking and stroking me to full hardness.

"Move up the bed, Ben, I can't wait, I have to have you in me!"

I moved up the bed, and Maureen climbed up and over me, straddling my hips. She grasped my shaft and guided it to her entrance, then sat hard.

"Ahhh, gawdd," she cried out, "I need to cum," and she began to rock up and down, side to side. Her breasts swayed and the clamped nipples with their jewelled tails swung to and fro before my eyes. Her hands flew to her clit and she began to rub her clit furiously. I could feel the pussy wet but clamping down on my cock with each stroke. I gripped the breasts swaying in front of me and flicked the jewels.

"Ahhhh, cumming," she cried, "tug on them, Ben!" And so I did, as she gripped my cock and came hard, flooding my crotch with juices, crying out as the peak hit her. I gripped the clamp and pulled it gently from her nipple, and she cried out and reared back as the blood flowed back into the freed nub.

Her eyes blinked open.

"Oh my gawd, Ben, that was almost too much. I am sure I have broken your cock and flooded the bed. I am still tingling and getting shocks down there." She lay down on my chest and relaxed.

"Now I am torn, pierce my little nips, or clamp them when you are having your way with me. Choices, choices!"

In the end, she solved her problem as any wise woman would. She did not get a piercing, opting instead for a more conventional approach -- feeding me her long nipples, and on occasion, adding clamps to both nipples as an added bonus. What it did do is focus our attention on just how sensitive her long nipples were as a preliminary to a good fuck session.

One late Friday evening, Maureen lay with her head on my shoulder, idly running her fingertips over my chest, occasionally going south to check on the welfare of my cock, which was in recovery mode.

"Have you met that new biochemist in Research Division doing work on the alternative fuels project?" she asked.

"You mean the freckle faced blonde, about your height, pale...."

"You HAVE been checking her out, you perve!" as she gripped my poor shaft and squeezed.

"Now, my love, just looking, after all you have warned me that some serious surgery would result if it went beyond that," I defended myself.

"Hmmm, we shall see about that. She's coming for dinner tomorrow night. I expect a good meal from you, and your best, charming behaviour."

This was odd. "Umm Maureen, if I recall your words correctly, I am to swear off any willing maidens, for the sake of my health, wealth and wellbeing, correct?"

"My, you are a smart young man, absolutely correct. You do recall that nasty little trick you played on me about the so called country music concert?"

"Vaguely," I replied, which resulted in her lifting her head up and biting my nipple.

"Well," she said, "I mean all willing maidens, with one exception. Willing, Irish maidens, who meet my exacting standards, may be the exception. That freckle faced blonde, about my height, is Catherine O'Malley, known as Kate, recently of Dalkey, Ireland, who is new to the country, and had need of a sympathetic mature advisor on all things pervy in the company. The fact that she comes from my hometown, should not be lost on you."

"Umm, Maureen, are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked.

"Nay, lad," she grinned, "but I am willing to consider that Kate may be a factor in your long term future, say when you have worn me out to the point that I am but a shadow of my former self, or to paraphrase that awful term that I hear whispered amongst you heathen project engineers when things don't go so well, "fucked beyond all recognition."

Now this had me concerned.

"Maureen, are you OK?" I asked, "this is not your normal reaction. Not feeling well? Growing tired of my evil ways?"

She smiled and kissed me softly.

"Bless you, Ben, and no nothing is untoward as far as I know. I know I am getting on, with that nasty 65 approaching, and know that the three score years and ten are nearer for me than you. There is going to come a time when I am not as frisky a filly as I have been, more's the pity, and you have been a perfect lover for me. I want you to be successful, in life, love, and living, so I am determined to make your future perfect when I am but a whisper in the wind. Relax and enjoy the ride."

"Now let's get this little man set up for me to mount and ride him till I lose my mind."

With that, she bent down and took my cock in her mouth.

The next day, I got ready for Kate's visit, getting the grill cleaned and ready, steaks marinating, and a variety of drinks available, I was quite surprised to see Maureen dressed quite formally, skirt blouse, stockings, and flats, and here I was in sweats and a soccer jersey. Before I had a chance to comment (or change) I heard a car pull up and then a knock at the door. I welcomed Kate, but noticed she hadn't driven, as she grinned "Uber."

Thank heavens Kate was casually dressed, in white capris, sandals and a tank top, carrying a shoulder bag from which she produced a couple bottles of wine. She greeted Maureen with a hug and smiled at me, handing me the wine. Maureen hustled her off to the living room and sat her down while I went to begin the scorching of the steaks. I could hear them talking, their Irish lilts becoming stronger over time, with lots of shrieks of laughter. They were very comfortable with each other.

Kate was not a shy person, and over dinner, dragged out all my personal history from me. We talked about her work, until Maureen put a stop to that, and then listened to her story of settling down in a new country, full of unknowns.

Kate was as tall as Maureen, but there the similarity ended. She had a full head of strawberry blonde hair, a sea of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and great legs! A big difference was that Kate was well endowed, at least a generous C-cup on a 36-38" chest. I had to make sure I kept my eyes on hers during the conversation, to avoid her teasing me or Maureen kicking my shins!

She was finding the transition to her new job to be easy, but outside of work was finding it tough to get settled. She had converted her Irish driving licence, done the required testing, but hadn't got a car of her own yet. She was settled in a furnished apartment, in a reasonably safe area of the city but was still exploring her options.

Later in the evening we were all in the living room, Maureen curled up next to me, and Kate opposite us, finishing off the last of Kate's wine as the two of them talked about their lives in Ireland and beyond. I could tell Maureen was getting a little sleepy, as could Kate, who pulled her phone out to book an Uber ride home.