Judy Hopkins

I was in dreamland myself, but I soon got into a rhythm while she spread her hands out wide, holding on to the sides of my desk so she could push back at me. Her legs were now dangling over the edge of my desk again, making her delightfully open beneath me. She had surrendered to her growing need, and I was reaping the rewards, holding onto those glorious breasts while continuing to fuck her.

I then dropped my hands to her hips for purchase and mischievously suggested, 'why don't you stroke your clitoris again Mrs Hopkins?

This time she didn't hesitate. Lust was now driving her agenda, she closed her eyes and ran a hand over a breast, whilst the other slipped down between us. Her painted finger nails dived through her trimmed bush seeking out her pleasure button. The minute she found it, her eyes opened and she looked deep into my soul. She was twisting and writhing beneath me, her face flushed, her breath short. She was allowing her body to pay for her wrongdoing, and becoming increasingly vocal with it.

I then thought I heard her say, 'kiss me.'

There it was again, 'she wants me to kiss her,' I thought.

I looked up from her breasts and found confirmation.

'Kiss me Pete,' she repeated, 'please kiss me.'

I looked down at her not believing my luck, or indeed the change in her. This beautiful woman wanted me to kiss her, who was I to argue?

Our lips met and she hungrily thrust her tongue down my throat, kissing with the sort of passion I had not experienced in a long while. She grabbed my buttocks with both hands, and started to frantically grind her pelvis back and forth, as she kept my cock deep within her. She was clearly looking for a bit of clit friction, and she must have found it, because first she froze, then she started to shudder, then she went off like a firecracker, screaming with gay abandon. It was hard to hold onto her bucking body.

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,' she cried, as she thrust herself up against me.

She kissed me again deeper and harder, as she continued to cry through her earth shattering climax.

I am only human. I had a gorgeous woman, more than 20 years my junior holding only my buttocks for dear life. Joy was written all over her face, and she was cumming hard on my cock. There was just no hope for me, I grabbed her hips for purchase, lowered my lips to hers once more, then jettisoned my load deep within her. I felt so utterly fulfilled, the intensity made my whole body shake as I filled her copiously.

My fantasy had been delivered beyond my wildest expectations, I was delirious, and I was spent.

Chapter Three

My name is Judy Hopkins, and I have just been blackmailed into having sex with my boss. Even though the outcome could have been a lot worse, I am still in shock. He caught me stealing from him, and instead of shopping me to the police, he chose first to humiliate me, then to coerce me into having sex with him.

I deserved it of course, but what I have found unnerving is that I actually ended up enjoying it. Perhaps I've led a sheltered life, and should get out more, because he had me climaxing with ease, which I still can't help feeling uncomfortable about.

After he'd ravished me, he calmly congratulated me on passing Part-2 of his 'interview process.' It felt weird, but I shuddered at the thought of what had taken place. What initially sent me spinning into blind panic and terror, ended up being a powerful sexual high.

As I was still recovering, he told me he would explain Parts 3 & 4 of the 'interview process' in the morning. I was to meet him again in his office at 9am.

I was the first in the office the following morning, reliving the unfathomable events of the previous evening. I was stunned and ashamed, but mystifyingly I felt sexually awake for the first time in years, my pussy ached, but my mind was so confused. He called me in, and I sat in one of the easy chairs, directly in front of the spot I had left climatic juices on his desk the previous evening. It felt unbearable, but I had little choice.

He made no mention of the previous night, just carried on as if nothing had happened.

'Part-3 of the 'interview process,' he explained 'is quite simple Mrs Hopkins, I need you to transfer the money you embezzled from me back into the company coffers.'

He suggested I return the monies in the same amounts that I had taken them. If the auditors subsequently picked up the discrepancy, then at least the books would have been balanced, and therefore the query more easily dismissed.

I nodded, wondering if my husband had already spent it, but also unable to speak.

By way of the final Part-4 of the 'interview process', he told me a story;

When he was a teen back from college one summer his mum had insisted on him helping a neighbour out a couple of times a week. He was reluctant at first, but soon felt sorry for the woman living there, because her husband had left her with a baby a year ago, and she was struggling both mentally and financially. As he got to know her better, he realised what a kind and sweet natured woman she was, as well as attractive. Anyway, he was gardening and helping with odd jobs for 6 weeks. After a while, she started showing an interest in him. That morphed into flirting, and then on a Wednesday afternoon he remembered, when the baby was with her parents, she apparently made sure he caught her in a state of undress.

The upshot was, he spent the last two and a half weeks in his neighbour's bed. She was lonely and in need of some no strings attached sex it seems, he was an eager teenager clearly happy to oblige. He never forgot her. He even told me he would not be where he was today without her. It gave him the confidence he never had previously.

She taught him how to look after a women sexually, and he was eager to learn. She was happy to show him what to do, and looking back on it, he liked to think they both benefited. It never went beyond that summer because the next time he was home, she had found a new boyfriend. But it had clearly been an important part of his transition to a man. I was sat listening to him chewing my nails. Was I slow, why was he telling me this? Then I remembered we'd once discussed the family photo on his desk. He had a son and a daughter. In the photo his son looked shy and gormless.

He must be about 18 by now I thought, 'oh god, please don't let that be what he has in mind?'

It was, he finally came to the point. Part-4 of the 'interview process' confirmed, he wanted me to seduce his 19 year old son. I cringed and railed at the prospect, reminding him of the desk photo. He smiled saying, he had changed a lot since then, he'd filled out since getting more serious about rugby, and was a fit lad these days.

'I'll be the judge of that,' I thought doubtfully.

Anyway as ever, you don't have to do this Mrs Hopkins, I am not forcing you.

'Oh but you are Peter,' I tried to reason. 'I have had little choice all along.'

It was a pointless argument because he simply looked at me and replied 'you reap what you sow.'

'I am taking my wife away for the weekend leaving Matt alone at home,' he went on. 'I know where he'll be on Saturday night, and I have a ticket for you if you are interested?'

Please don't make me do this Mr Goodwin, please. I'll pleasure you whenever you wish, but please don't make me do this,' I cried.

He wasn't listening.

'What if I am unable to seduce him,' I continued.

'Judy,' he said, 'you've come this far. One last sacrifice and you will have survived a major scare in your life. I now accept this was a mistake on your part, but I just need to see you do this last test before I can fully forgive you.'

It was said with warmth and encouragement. I appreciated that, especially after what we ourselves had just experienced, but I had never done anything like this, it absolutely terrified me, aside from which, I couldn't get that family photo out of my head. What if I was repulsed by him?

I finally and reluctantly took the ticket, and a recent facial photo of him of course. I sloped off to try and get my head around how I could get out of this dreadful ordeal.

Chapter Four

I was in the club that Saturday night, having bought myself clothes that hopefully helped make me look younger. I had to lie to my husband about where I was going, although thankfully he was out with his mates anyway.

I spotted Matt Goodwin quite early on after entering the club. He had to be fair, improved, and even the recent photo didn't do him justice. He was tall, strong and good looking.

I watched him with his friends trying to figure out how I could attract his attention, I was bricking myself. Watching him, I realised he was one of the quieter guys in the group, but he still appeared to be popular.

I had on a tight sleeveless top, a loose fitting skirt that finished just above the knee, and heeled pumps. My feet and legs were bare. I had a couple of drinks to try and build up my confidence, but every time I thought I had plucked up enough courage, I lost my nerve.

I had been in there over an hour and was starting to get desperate, as well as being paranoid about being by myself also. I had turned down a number of approaches, not even registering what they had said or looked like.

He on the other hand was laughing away, and seemingly having a great time. I did notice however, his mates were trying to chat girls up, and he wasn't. He looked a little shy around the girls it seemed.

Finally I got my opportunity when I saw him go off to the toilet by himself. I steeled myself and resolved to make my move. I was scared half to death, but I kept telling myself 'it's better than jail, it's better than jail.'

When he came out of the toilet I deliberately bumped into him, dropping my handbag, and spilling my drink. He was the complete gentlemen, apologising thinking it was his fault and collecting my handbag, then offering to buy me a drink.

'Thank you' I managed, and followed him to the bar. As we were waiting, I made my move, squeezing his muscles and jokingly asking him if he worked out.

'Only for sport,' he said, and so things started from there.

I told him I liked rugby hoping he wouldn't ask me any tricky questions on the subject, but he seemed chuffed, telling me that was his sport. Conversation with him wasn't easy but I managed to keep him interested, making sure I pressed my bosom into him from time to time. I was trying to get him to invite me home, but he just wasn't taking the hint. I tried flirting a little more, hoping I wouldn't scare him off. He kept looking over at his mates, who thankfully started giving him the thumbs up sign when they thought I wasn't looking.

He asked me how old I was and where my friends were. I lied, saying I was 25 and my friend had gone home not feeling well. I was thinking about leaving myself, hoping he'd take the hint. Finally in desperation, I told him I'd caught my boyfriend cheating on me, so I was drowning my sorrows.

He seemed genuinely sorry, but didn't really know how to fully express it, so I thought 'what the fuck, go for it'. Next time he looked into my eyes, I asked him if I could kiss him. He looked embarrassed and unsure so I took the initiative.

It's funny how a simple kiss can change the mood. He immediately looked over at his mates after. They were all now staring wide eyed, no longer any pretence about me seeing them.

'Shall we get out of here,' I said, linking my arm in his.

His mates were definitely encouraging him now, and so as bewildered as he looked, I managed to convince him we should leave together.

'Have you got a flat nearby,' I asked as we walked to the nearby taxi stand.

He said he was back home from college for a week or so, but that his folks were away for the weekend.

I acted surprised then teased, 'lucky us'.

God he must have thought I was loose, but hopefully my cheating boyfriend excuse was enough to convince him.

We arrived at the Goodwin's house holding hands in the back seat. Not much had been said in the taxi. I had been so concerned about chatting him up, I was now unprepared for what I needed to do next, i.e. that I needed to fuck and educate this stranger.

He opened the front door and I noticed the outside security camera as I entered.

'What would you like to drink,' he asked, still a bit unsure of himself.

'Got any fizz Matt, it hasn't got to be champagne,' I said, but I needed something further to calm my nerves.

'No problem,' he said and disappeared off to the kitchen.

I wanted to have a nose around the house out of curiosity, but I was still too nervous to think about anything other than how I could continue this seduction. Matt was a really nice bloke, I actually did fancy him physically, but I was still a nervous wreck, and feeling increasingly uncomfortable about the whole business. I was tense and talking to myself, for crying out loud!

'What the fuck do I do next,' I thought.

I then remembered that Pete had said Matt had a love of old school music like David Bowie and the Beatles. He poured a couple of glasses out and then came to me in the middle of the room. We clinked glasses and he looked at me over his glass expectantly.

I noticed a piano.

'So who's the pianist,' I said struggling to think how I could move the conversation on.

'That's my sister when she's home,' he replied, 'I dabble, but I'm better on the guitar.'

'I love the guitar,' I said enthusiastically, 'do you know any Beatles tracks?'

That put a smile on his face. 'Oh yeah, I love the Beatles, I know a few of their songs...,' he went on.

'Play me something,' I pleaded.

'Are you sure,' he added.

I nodded eagerly.

He grabbed his guitar that had been set down by the piano, then sat in an armchair opposite the couch where I now was, drinking the fizz at a faster rate than perhaps I should. He started with 'Let It Be', and I was taken, not only by how good he was, but also reminded what a beautiful song it was. He had a lovely voice, as he shyly looked at me from time to time.

On its conclusion I whistled and shouted, 'Bravo.., another'.

'You're joking,' he replied suspiciously.

'Of course not,' I said, 'you're really good, and I'm beginning to understand why women fall for musicians.'

He looked a little abashed but then started playing 'Love Me Do'.

I was now seriously getting into it, singing along also, until finally I was stood behind him, looking at his music notes and turning the song into a duet. He finished and I clapped, pulled his guitar from him, I jumped into his lap joking about us becoming the next Sonny & Cher. We laughed.

I was re-appraising this seemingly shy teenager beneath me. There was more to him than met the eye; he was fit, he was smart, he was handsome, he was strong, and furthermore he was no mug on the guitar. I could feel how hard bodied he was also when I jumped into his lap, but clearly he could turn on the charm when needed also.

In the end I found it easy to seduce Matt Goodwin. It came quite naturally, I moved towards him, pressed my body into his, kissing him. He seemed shy and awkward to start with, but when I asked him to 'please kiss me back', I felt him find a little more confidence. I soon went one step further and lifted a hand of his to my breast.

My job tonight was to give Matt Goodwin a sex lesson, and strangely enough it no longer filled me with dread. I was actually starting to enjoy myself.

He looked at where his hand was, and couldn't help but grin.

'If this is the effect a couple of songs has on you Judy, wait till you hear this one,' he said confidence building further.

Lifting me up effortlessly, he reached for his guitar once more.

'Bugger me, we were just getting close,' I thought.

'I know this song wasn't actually written with the name Judy in mind but, we can let our imagination run free a little can't we,' he continued smiling.

He then broke into a rendition of 'Hey Jude'.

I know, I know, arguably the most blatant, corny attempt to get into a girls knickers you could imagine, but I loved it. Just the two of us, all alone in his lounge, I loved it. When he started singing that song to me I just melted, nothing like that had ever happened to me before, it was so sweet.

Before long, I was stood in front of him, gently swaying from side to side. I felt such warmth and tenderness towards him at that point, I stopped fretting about how I could seduce him, and decided to give him a show of my own.

First I teased him, I didn't necessarily mean to but as I danced, I started lifting my skirt up from time to time, so he got a flash of my panties. It started with glimpses, but seeing his reaction made me bolder, so I began to hold my skirt up for longer, letting him see what might be coming his way.

It played havoc with a few chord choices, which only encouraged me, but then I took it one step further when I started to strip for him. First removing my shoes, then my top, and soon after my skirt, until I ended up dancing in front of him in only my bra and panties. I felt strangely liberated, I felt sexy and increasingly horny.

To be fair he tried hard to keep the song going throughout my teasing, even if he did stumble on more than one occasion. To me it felt sort of surreal, as if I was watching myself in this scenario, rather than actually participating.

My bra soon came off and although the guitar play sort of continued, he seemed to all but lose his voice.

I helped by joining in on the chorus, 'naa naa na na na na naa, na na na naa, hey Jude,' I sang.

By the time he reached the final stages of the song he'd managed to find his voice once more, looking at me in wonder and belting out the final McCartney lyrics..., 'Judy Judy Judy Judy Judy'.

My fingers were at the side of my panties as I heard the first Judy, by the time the last Judy was sung, my panties were around my ankles.

He fell back into the couch, a glazed look of incredulation about him, complete with an expression of wonder. Had he just really witnessed that? He looked dumbstruck, like all his Christmases' had come early.

I felt a change in me also, I was feeling so good. Furthermore, I now really wanted to fuck his brains out.

'Lose the guitar,' I said, as I got to my knees and crawled towards him.

'That was wonderful Matt.' I looked him in the eye as I reached for his belt strap.

'That was truly wonderful,' I repeated. My hands delved in and brought out an overly excited looking cock, on an overly excited looking man.

He seemed to be hyperventilating, so I told him to, 'sit back and relax big boy, let me take care of you.' I rubbed my hands up and down his cock, feeling him tremble in front of me. I then took him in my mouth.

'Oh my god Judy, please, oh my god. Heaven, heaven, heaven,' he kept repeating.

It was music to my ears. I was gentle with him, I knew he was unlikely to last long. So I licked up and down his shaft, sucking his cock head until I could feel him start to tremble. I kissed the tip of his cock several times while looking straight into his disbelieving eyes.

'Let me know when you are ready to cum Matt,' I said.

He was squirming beneath me, 'I'm really sorry but anytime now he struggled to reply.'

I pulled back and gave his cock a tit massage, catching his elated expression as I did so. It was too much for him, with a huge grunt he let go, cumming with such force, it splashed out from under my chin and covered my breasts.

When he had stopped pulsing, I sat back on my haunches grinning, 'was that good?'

He was wide eyed and in shock, nodding vigorously and grinning like an idiot.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, but also to let him recover both mentally and physically.

I refilled our glasses on my return and simply said, 'where's your bedroom?'