High Rise Exhibitionist Ch. 43

The sound of my alarm woke me from a restless night of sleep. I was alone in my bed with the top sheet covering me to my shoulders. As I rolled over, the twinge of pain from the welts on my back reminded me of the powerful sex Ginger, and I shared the night before.

I slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats. As I entered the hall, I called out, "Ginger, are you here?"

"I'm in the kitchen," she replied.

I entered the kitchen and found her standing in front of the counter. She was wearing one of my white dress shirts, the tail reached below her sexy ass, and she'd rolled the sleeves up to mid-forearm.

"Morning, sexy," I said as I moved toward the kitchen table.

"I made coffee," she announced.

"Great, I could use a cup," I answered.

After filling two mugs, she turned and walked to my kitchen table, placing our cups on either side and gave me a good morning kiss on the cheek. "I couldn't find any milk," she said.

I walked past her as I answered, "I have some non-dairy creamer."

As I opened the cabinet to grab the creamer, Ginger saw the welts on my back resulting from her nails and said, "Oh my Allen, those look awful."

"I'll survive, but I'm not looking forward to a hot shower this morning," I answered.

I placed the creamer and a spoon next to her coffee mug and sat down across the table from her. She had me at a disadvantage, having time to brush out her hair and splash some cool water on her face.

"You look sexy in that shirt," I commented.

"Hope you don't mind me borrowing it," she answered.

"No problem," I replied.

As Ginger stirred her coffee, she smiled at me and said, "Last night was amazing,"

"Kay certainly lived up to her end of the deal. She's a master of seduction, and it looked like Mike enjoyed himself," I said.

"I couldn't agree more, but the most amazing thing was having a chance to enjoy being with you again, Allen," she answered.

"You're an extraordinary woman," I said.

She took a sip of her coffee and then reached across the table, placing one delicate hand on mine before saying, "I'm sorry about the welts."

"No need to apologize. We all do things in the heat of passion. "I should be apologizing for slapping you so hard," I replied.

"Allen, I have to admit I enjoy that kind of pain," Ginger said.

"It's a side of you I haven't seen before, and I confess it took me by surprise," I responded.

"I often fantasize about rough sex," Ginger said.

I wanted to hear more, so I asked, "Tell me about your hottest fantasy?"

She grinned at me before saying, "If I tell you, you'll have to promise to turn my fantasy into reality."

"That's a promise I'm sure I'd enjoy keeping," I answered.

She sat back and began, "It involves me and two men, one that I know and one who I've never met."

I assumed I'd be the one she knew.

"I'm dressed in some very sexy lingerie, black silk open crotch panties, and a matching bra that has slits to expose my nipples." Ginger described.

I didn't respond since I knew there was more to her fantasy.

"Black, thigh-high stockings and a pair of ankle-high leather boots," she continued.

"Okay, that sounds very sexy, but I'm sure there is a kinky side to your fantasy," I suggested.

"Absolutely, I'm wearing a very tight-fitting black leather hood that zips up the back, a pair of black-out goggles that makes it impossible for me to see anything, and I have a gag toy strapped over my mouth. Unlike a ball gag, this toy is shaped like a cock and extends three inches inside my mouth," Ginger explained.

"That's a pretty kinky image," I remarked.

She smiled, then said, "It gets even hotter."

"Go on," I answered, wanting to know more.

"I'm sitting alone in the middle of a room, my wrists are velcroed to the arms of the chair, and the two men enter the room," she explained.

I had a feeling where her fantasy was going but didn't say anything.

She continued, "The leather hood makes it hard to hear, but I sense when they approach. One begins by caressing my tits and then starts playing with my nipples, while the other uses his middle finger to entice my clit before dipping into my moist cunt. I can't move my hands, but I spread my legs wider so he can finger fuck me,"

"I'll assume they get you off," I stated.

"After switching several times, the first guy to finger my cunt slips a couple of fingers inside me. His fingers are thicker and longer than the other guy, and he uses them to bring me to an incredible orgasm, leaving me dripping wet," she said.

I could tell Ginger was getting turned on describing this fantasy, her erect nipples pressing against the fabric of my shirt. "Tell me more," I said.

She continued, "My wrists are released, and I instantly move my hands to their loins, finding two fully erect cocks behind the fabric of their slacks. One cock is noticeably thicker and longer than the other. Somehow I'm able to draw both zippers down, and using my sense of touch; I begin exploring these two sexy cocks."

I listened intently to her description and remarked, "This is so fuckin hot."

She continued, "I'm able to draw the smaller cock back through the opening of his slacks, but the more massive one is trapped beneath his slacks until he opens the clasp, releasing his mammoth length and girth to my touch.

"You've thought a lot about this fantasy," I remarked.

"Yes, I have, and since you've promised to help me fulfill it, you'll need to recall every detail," Ginger stated.

"I'll do my best," I answered.

"In my mind, I know that soon enough, I'd be sucking each one, and my mouth begins to fill with moisture. If I could have spoken, I'd have pleaded for them both to fuck my mouth," she said.

"I'm stroking two rock-hard cocks in unison and becoming more and more aroused, which is enhanced when I feel the Velcro behind my head loosen," she explained.

"Jesus Ginger, you should write an erotic story about your fantasy. You could post it on the internet using a nom de plume or possibly have it published and sold." I said.

She just smiled and continued with her tale. "As the three-inch cock gag toy is withdrawn, a flood of saliva cascades from my mouth, dripping off my chin and soaking my tits. I'm finally able to speak, and my first words are fuck my mouth. They take turns with my mouth, the smaller of the two easily sliding across my tongue and into my moist throat, but the larger cock stretches my lips wide and fills my mouth. I flood with saliva, and it continues to cascade over my lips, dripping down to coat my chest."

I was amazed by the detail of her fantasy and asked, "Are you finally able to deep throat the bigger cock?"

"We tried, but every time he forced his mammoth cock against the back of my throat, I gagged. His cock was just too fucking big to spread my throat open," she explained.

"Oh well, at least the smaller guy could tickle your throat," I remarked.

"Yes, and I love sucking them both," Ginger said.

"So, what happens next?" I asked.

Ginger smiled, then continued, "Finally, after god only knows how long I pleasured them with my mouth, I felt the straps holding the black-out goggles loosen, and I'm finally to see the two men. The monster is attached to a stud of a black guy. I now understand why he gagged me, his cock is huge in girth, and the cock head looks even wider than the shaft. The second cock, which would be considered big and thick if it was the only one, belongs to a white guy."

"Go on," I urged.

"I know instantly what I want from these two cocks. The black mamba fucking me from behind while I suck the other one. I turn and get on the chair on all fours, offering my sexy ass to the big, black cock, and my face is above the back of the chair prepared to throat the white guy," she said.

I leaned toward her and said, "If you want me to help you fulfill the fantasy, I'm going to have to find that big, black cock."

"Yes, and I want you to be the white guy," Ginger said.

I just smiled at her, then asked, "How does your fantasy end?"

"I get fucked for a very long time, climaxing multiple times and finally having my cunt filled with black sperm and my throat with your thick load." Ginger explained.

"I promise to make this happen for you, Ginger, sometime in the future when you least expect it, but for now, I want us to explore other sexual interests," I said.

"I'd like that, Allen. You'll have time to find the perfect big, black cock," she replied.

I glanced at the clock; it was nearly eight o'clock. "Shit, I'm gonna be late for work," I said.

"I'm due at a deposition this morning at 10; I think I will get dressed and run home to shower and change my clothes," Ginger said.

I followed her to the bedroom, and as she dressed, I said, "You know Ginger, there is an advantage to you and me seeing each other on Friday or Saturday night. We'd have time to play in the morning."

"I agree, I would have loved being able to have your big, thick cock buried inside me this morning, but duty calls for both of us," she said.

Before she left, I gathered her in my arms, kissed her passionately, and then said, "Last night was incredible. I'm looking forward to our next time together."

She smiled at me and then said, "Let's make that sooner than later."

As I almost always do, I watched her briskly walk toward the elevator, her sexy ass moving seductively.

I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth, then dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a dark blue shirt, tie, and sports jacket. As I drove to the office, I realized that I hadn't finalized any plans with Mindy for tonight. I'd have to call her before lunch to make sure she hadn't made other plans.

I was feeling rather hungry since I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, so I pulled into a McDonald's drive-through and grabbed a couple of Egg McMuffins. I gobbled one while I drove to the office, and since the second was cold by the time I got there, I tossed it in the trash can outside the office.

"Morning, Allen," Janice said, greeting me as I stepped from the elevator.

"Hey Janice," I replied without pausing at her receptions station.

When I reached my desk, I took off my sports jacket and hung it over the back of my chair. As I went to sit down, my cell phone buzzed. A text from Kay read, "Did you and Ginger enjoy the show last night?"

I typed, "Yes, very much, and from what I saw, it looked like you and Mike enjoyed yourselves also."

She replied with an emoji of a smiling face, then typed, "Sorry we didn't stay in front of the camera."

"No problem, by the time Mike carried you off, Ginger and I were going at it hot and heavy," I replied.

"Thought you might like to see what happened in my bedroom," Kay texted.

I sent her the same smiley face emoji.

Her subsequent text was a photo, a close-up of her face coated with his cum load, one heavy wad streaked on her forehead, which extended up into her sexy red hair. Both closed eyes were covered, and his cum clung to her eyelashes. Her lips and chin received the same treatment.

"Wow, he packs a punch," I typed.

"That's putting it mildly," Kay replied.

"Are there more?" I questioned.

"Yes, but I'll share those with you later," Kay teased.

"I can't wait," I replied.

"Before Mike left last night, he asked if he could see me again," she admitted.

This wasn't a conversation that I wanted to have via text messages, so I brought up my contacts and called her.

"Morning, lover," Kay said as she answered my call.

"Hey, sexy," I replied.

"Did you like the picture I sent you?" she asked.

"I sure did. You looked so hot plastered with his load," I answered.

"I have more; Mike used my phone to take a series of pictures of me giving him head," Kay said.

"I'd love to see them," I remarked, but then got into the reason I decided to call her, "So he wants to see you again?"

"He does," she replied.

"I assume you'd like to see him again too?" I asked.

"Yes, Mike is a wonderful lover," Kay admitted.

I thought a moment about the possibility of both Mike and I pleasuring her simultaneously. But because I'd already set updates with Staci and Fran for later in the week, I didn't suggest that.

"I'm okay with you being with him again, Kay. I'd be a hypocrite if I said no since, as you know, I'm seeing multiple women," I remarked.

"I'd love to have you both," she said.

"That sounds like fun. Maybe we could do a couples thing," I suggested.

"What do you have in mind, Allen," she said.

"I'm going to happy hour with Fran after work Friday. What do you think about us coming by later in the evening?" I said.

"I'm going to have to talk to Mike about that, but I'm sure he'd enjoy Fran. She is very sexy and hotter than hell," Kay remarked.

"Tell you what; why don't you feel him out, and in the meantime, I'll talk to Fran. We can touch base later today or tomorrow." I suggested.

"Okay, I'll give you a call," Kay said before disconnecting.

A few seconds later, Kay sent me another photo; this one showed her using the tip of her tongue to caress his frenulum. I didn't reply since I hoped there would be more during the day.

I picked up my coffee cup and walked toward the lunchroom, but rather than turning left into the break room; I continued past to Fran's new office.

"Morning Fran," I said as I approached.

She was sitting back in her chair, reading an email, but turned toward me when she heard my voice. "Allen, what can I do for you," she replied.

"Wow, you look incredible today," I remarked as I looked at her crystal blue eyes and sexy red lips.

"Why, thank you," she answered with a sexy grin on her lips.

The ends of her shoulder-length, brunette hair were curled into sensuous waves. She turned a little more and brushed my leg with one stiletto drawing my attention to her legs, which were covered with dark stockings. Her tight black pencil skirt rose to mid-thigh showing off her shapely calf and more of her thigh than was appropriate for office attire. She wore a form-fitting button-up white blouse and had left the top two buttons undone.

"Can I pour you a cup of coffee?" I asked, wanting to get her somewhere more private to talk.

Fran grabbed her mug, and I followed her to the lunchroom, enjoying the view of her tight skirt and incredible sexy ass.

"What's up, Allen," she said as I poured her coffee.

"Has Kevin said anything more about you taking over Marge's position?" I asked.

"We talked privately in his office late Monday afternoon; he told me he had decided to make my promotion on an interim basis since he needed someone immediately to begin handling Marge's paperwork. And that he was still considering a couple of other candidates but hoped to make a final decision early next week." She replied.

"I didn't know he had others in mind for the job," I answered.

"Me neither, but when I left Monday, I saw him walking across the lot with that cute little blonde who recently started in accounting," Fran remarked.

I giggled and then offered, "I'd guess his decision will be based on who gives the best blowjob."

"Fuck him. If he promotes that little slut, I'll be looking for another job." She said.

"Don't be too hasty; if he does promote her, you'd have some other options," I said without going into any details.

Fran grinned at me and then asked, "So, Allen, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Are we still on for happy hour Friday?" I asked.

Her grin turned to a frown as she reminded me, "The last time we went to happy hour, I wound up at Kay's place so you could watch us fuck that big, black cock. Is this gonna be a repeat performance?"

"Not exactly, Kay has gotten over Marshall, but she suggested that we join her Friday night. She's planning on being with a new lover, Mike Greth." I admitted.

Fran didn't seem all that keen about the idea, saying, "I'd prefer this happy hour date ending with a one-on-one happy ending?"

"Tell you what, Fran, I promise you a happy ending even if it happens Saturday morning," I said, letting her know we'd return to my place after visiting Kay.

"That's an offer I can't refuse," Fran said, her smile returning to her lips.

I just smiled at her.

"So, who's this Greth guy?" she asked.

"He's a contractor; Kay hired him to redesign and remodel her store," I replied.

"It sounds like he's doing more than remodeling her shop," Fran remarked.

I laughed, then admitted, "He's got a few other talents besides carpentry."

"I'm more interested in your talents, Allen," she said while sliding her hand over my loins.

"Let's plan on leaving from here," I suggested.

"Okay, but don't think you're going to call a Uber Saturday to bring me here for my car," Fran remarked.

She turned and began the stroll back to her desk, and like I always do, remained still to watch her sexy ass and shapely legs.

I spent a couple of hours actually doing some work before calling Mindy on her cell a little after eleven.

"Allen, I was expecting your call," she said, answering her phone.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"I talked to mom this morning before she left for the office; she had that sexually satisfied glow about her and told me that if you please me like you did her last night, I was in for a real treat," Mindy explained.

"Oh really," I smugly replied.

"Yea, I was a little surprised because I wasn't sure you'd told her we were going to be together tonight," she answered.

"I couldn't lie to her, so when she asked if I was going to see you tonight, I said yes," I admitted.

"Was she good?" Mindy asked.

I wasn't about to get into the comparison game with her, she knows her mother is hot and has pleasured several men before, so I replied. "Ginger is always good, but last night she was exceptional."

"So, mom set the bar high; I'm guessing I'll have to be extraordinary tonight," she remarked.

"Mindy, I don't make comparisons, and you shouldn't either. You're two totally different women, each having special qualities and talents," I replied.

She giggled and then answered, "Yeah, I can take a big cock deeper in my throat than her."

"We should let things play out tonight without talking about Ginger," I suggested.

"I'm down with that," Mindy answered.

So, Mindy, can you be at my place by seven?" I asked.

"I'm off today, so seven sounds good, and I didn't forget the surprise I promised you Sunday at the mall," she said.

"See you then," I said, but she'd already disconnected our call.

A few minutes later, I noticed Fran sashaying toward my workstation. I turned and watched as she approached. Coming or going, Fran's stroll always gets a rise out of me.

"Buy a girl some lunch?" she asked as she came to a stop directly in front of me.

"Absolutely," I answered as I minimized the open programs on my computer, stood up, and grabbed my sports jacket from the back of my chair.

"We're gonna grab some lunch," I said to Janice as we walked by her desk.

"Enjoy yourselves," she replied.

Once in the elevator, Fran asked, "Why would she say that we're just going for lunch?"

"Trust me, Fran, by the time we get back, half the office gossips will know we went out for lunch," I remarked.

"That's so childish," Fran said.

"Haven't you noticed? Janice has taken over Marge's position as head office gossip," I said.

As the elevator doors opened and we headed outside, Fran giggled, "Maybe I could give you a quick blowjob in the lunchroom this afternoon so they'd have something juicy to gossip about."

"How about a hot dog," I suggested.

"I'd rather have your hot cock," she replied with a sexy grin on her lips.

"Two dogs, two diet Cokes, please," I said to the owner of the food truck parked curbside.

"I'd like catsup on mine," Fran said.

I glanced at the owner and said, "I'll have spicy brown mustard."