Extending the MILF List Ch. 13

"Oh god, quit talking."

"Why? Did I say something you want to amend?"

She slapped me on the arm. "Stop talking and start doing." She rasped. "God, are you really this daft?"

I kissed her ear and whispered into it. "No, but she may be."

"Oh, oh yes, of course."

My hands moved up her sides. Portia went completely still. I found the zipper at the top. I held one side of it with one hand and drew the zipper down her back very slowly. She pressed against me. Her body did that little shiver that seems impossible to accomplish intentionally. My fingertips brushed along the skin of her shoulders and encountered the rough fabric of a half corset with a line of hooks down the back. My hand continued down to the nascent slope of her ass where the zipper ended. I slid my hands onto her smooth black skin. Her eyes closed. Her skin was cool to the touch. I pulled her more tightly against me. She leaned with the pressure of my hands. Her tits molded against me.

"Oh Sonny." Portia whispered. "Do hurry. I think I am dripping."

"What? What did she say?" Ahmay hissed. She sat looking up at us.

I smoothed my hands up Portia's back, slipping them under the back leaves of the garment. "Tell her." I whispered but louder.

Portia lay her head on my shoulder as my hands pulled the dress toward me. She leaned away from me, standing straight and I pulled the top of the dress off her shoulders and away from her chest. She stepped back. While I pulled first one sleeve free then the other, using both hands, she repeated herself.

"I, I said, I told him to, I asked him to, I pleaded with him to hurry because, because I, I think I must be dripping." Her eyes rose from my bare chest. "This is trickier than it seemed at first." She said aloud.

I nodded, agreeing. Saying what you are doing sounded stupid if you didn't do it just so.

The dress hung from her waist. "Turn around." I said.

"What do you mean by that? Dripping I mean?" Ahmay asked.

I glanced at the young woman, surely she was not serious but her face betrayed no such smirk that would indicate she was fucking with us, so to speak.

Portia turned to look at her then twisted all the way around to look at me. "See? I told you. Tricky."

"Did I disagree?" I returned. I bent and kissed the slope of each breast where it disappeared into the corset. "Turn around. I have to get this thing off of you without wrinkling it." Ahmay looked satisfied for the moment and I presume Portia thought we'd distracted her. I pushed the dress off her hips and guided it down her hose-covered legs. She wore pantyhose. She stepped out of it and Ahmay was there to take it. She opened the precise closet with hangers and hung the garment inside. She had snooped.

Portia turned around, her breasts were tucked in a black corset bra that sat down on her waist, covering the top of the pantyhose. She looked at Ahmay. "I like to kiss a man when I am half dressed. It is so intimate. Mmm, especially when he's naked." She said softly and then she made good. Her body pressed into the embrace and we kissed again. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue questing over her lips and onto mine. I responded in kind. Her tongue retreated and I followed it home. She moaned as I searched her mouth for it, as I chased it in vain. She shivered at little as I ran my tongue across the ribbed roof of her mouth. I touched something in her because suddenly her right foot rose and hooked behind my knee. My arm tightened around her waist.

The kiss ended but the clinch did not.

"What did you mean about dripping? What does that mean?" Ahmay interjected.

Portia sighed, released me and stepped back.

"Turn around. Face her." I made it sound like I wanted to pose her for Ahmay but in truth I wanted the corset thing to be in front of me so I didn't fumble getting it loose. I turned Portia. What an ass that woman had on her. "Explain it. Tell Ms. Alan what you mean by dripping." I whispered. Portia hissed and spoke softly, her voice tense.

"When I get aroused, my pussy manufactures lubricant so the cock can slide into me without catching or chafing. When I am really aroused, feeling very sexy, I have too much liquid in my pussy and sometimes it will well up and run down my legs. Unless I am wearing panties and then they just get wet."

I unhooked the top hook on the corset.

"And you are aroused now?" Ahmay asked.

"Oh god, yes. Sonny, wait a minute. Are you, are you going to have sex with him or is this a strictly an academic exercise? I mean is this an audit or an interview?"

Ahmay chuckled, which for her sounded out of character, far too rough for her delicate manner. "I am going to have sex with him, yes. I just don't know when and I worry I don't know how. You're giving me some ideas though."

"Girl, if you don't know how, the rest of us are hopeless. With most men, looking good is ninety percent of the issue. Your problem will be getting cum stains off your clothing."

"Oh, I wouldn't like that. I love my clothes!"

Portia turned and looked at me, slightly exasperated. "I mean that you are so attractive, when a man thinks he might be able to get you into bed, he will come before he gets your clothes off. That is a compliment, honey. Don't worry. If you stick to young men, they will recover quickly. Older, experienced men will not face that problem usually and if they do," Portia giggled. "Make sure you like the taste of their cum so you can blow them right way."

"Blow them?"

"Suck their cock."

"Oh, right. I knew that." Ahmay sounded like she was attending the lecture before a midterm.

I released another hook on Portia's corset. It gaped a little, showing her fine, ebony back. I continued down the track of her spine. Her panting got more and more labored the closer to her waist I got. Finally the panels parted, the corset was loose on her torso. She took it off and handed it to Ahmay who lay it on the chair beside her. I wrestled the pantyhose down Portia's legs and then off. I had to stop and remove her high heels but put them back on. Portia Kline was nude but for those heels.

"You are so beautiful. I can see why a man would want to make love to you." Ahmay whispered.

"Sonny makes love but he fucks at the same time. Most guys don't know the difference. Fucking stimulates the nerves, making love stimulates the mind. Make sure the man is interesting and you will be fine." Portia took hold of my hands that I had left resting lightly on her waist. She pulled them around her and settled back against me, pinning my hard cock between us.

"Which way?" Portia asked.

"Which way what?" Ahmay responded.

"Which way do you want us to do it?"

"I, oh, I don't have any idea. What way to you like the best?"

Portia laughed, it was throaty and hoarse. "I like my men hard." She said in that same tone. "But when it comes to positions..."

My cock bent against the swell of her ass. I moved my hands up the front of her body and clasped both her breasts. As I hoped, it muffled and then ended her talking.

I kissed along the ridge of her square shoulder, up through the fall of her dry black hair to her creamy dark neck. Her skin felt like smooth butter to my lips and I hesitated to mark her but I wanted Mr. Kline to know I had had his wife, should he inspect her. I fastened my mouth to the arch of her neck. She bent her head to the side further, offering herself to my lust. I accepted her offering. I kissed up and down her neck but then latched onto it and sucked hard. She gasped then sighed. I held her by her tits, locking her against me. Her ass ground back against my bare cock. One hand snaked between us and she held onto my cock while I kissed and nipped at her neck.

I had both tits cupped in my hands and hers were fully hand fulls. I released her neck, leaving only a slightly darker spot on her dusky skin. I whispered in her ear. "May I taste you?"

"What did he say?"

I had whispered, forgetting fully our auditor, enthralled with this dark beauty in my arms.

"He asked if he could kiss, no, lick my pussy. He wants a taste of Portia." Portia said, panting around the words. Her hands were clasped over the top of mine on her breasts but we both released her when she turned inside the radius of my arms.

"Oh, oh my." Ahmay said.

"Yes." Portia said.

"Yes, what?" I asked.

"Yes, please go down on me." She smiled up at me.

I trusted it was safe to proceed. I turned us and helped her to sit on the desk.

"Oo, its cold." She squeaked.

I pulled the visitor's chair around before her and sat. It was cold! I hoped my cock wouldn't take it personally. I wished so much I could have suggested that Ahmay keep it warm, with her mouth I mean, but that seemed a ways a way.

In truth, this cautious, slow and easy approach to sex appealed to me after the constant demands of the past few days. God, I feared I was wearing down but refused to admit it. In fact, my body resisted that idea and it was the authority. I decided not to argue, particular when my body said, do what the woman wants when what she wanted was my cock inside of her. If that isn't specific enough, bite me. I have standards but they are very practical. If a woman wishes to have sex with me, my answer is always yes, if I can.

Last night dogged me for a moment but my cock remained resolutely hard. I pushed Portia's legs wide. She groaned.

"Have, have you had a man lick you?" Portia asked.

For a moment I thought her mind had gone since I was pretty sure she had just done exactly that. She wasn't talking to me.

"Lick me? You mean go down on me? No." Ahmay answered. I could hear strain in her tone. Good.

I pushed at Portia's belly with the top of my head as I kissed over the arch of each of her thighs, back and forth but deeper and deeper into their fiery crevasse, which is a contradiction I know since a crevasse is with ice. Portia was a contradiction, her body seemed calm, still, compliant but she was panting and wheezing. Her breath wavered as it came and went, rustling my hair and wafting down my back, hot and erotic.

Finally she got the message and made to lie down. We had to take a moment and move some things around on Alissa's desk but, when it was cleared, she lay across it.

"Oh my. I see. This is why offices have such big desks, so a woman can lay down on it without straining her back or dangling her head off the other side when a man goes down on her." Ahmay's voice came to me as I touched Portia's pussy with my tongue. I quested around for moment through the little hat sculpted at the top of her pussy. I touched her clit and she twitched. She lay back and her body opened up. I slashed between the lips of her pussy down and then up. She moaned and her hips tightened.

"How does that feel?" I heard Ahmay say.

"Good. God, don't stop!" Portia's voice receded as her legs tensed and clutched my head between them.

I looped my arms under her knees and clasped her thighs so I could pull them apart, just in case she got carried away. I licked her in earnest and she got carried away. Her thighs squeezed shut on my ears. I held her legs slightly apart while she tried to fit my whole face into her pussy. I think she was groaning and crying out but if I heard it, it came to me as vibrations through her bones. I licked deeper and deeper till I was probing the rills of her pussy, pushing my tongue far into her and then curling it up to find her g-spot. I realized I'd have to explain that to Ahmay another time since its impolite to talk with your mouth full, and dangerous. It's easy to be misunderstood.

Portia began to huff. The two women were discussing something but I was no longer part of that conversation. I concentrated on Portia's luscious pussy. She was correct, she was running wet. Her flow was tangy with her arousal. I pushed my tongue into her again and again, finding a tongue-tiring rhythm. I finally felt her response. Her hips began to pulse with me, meeting each thrust with an inviting surge of her own. She wanted something longer and harder. I backed up.

Portia looked at me down the contours of her fabulous black body. "What? Done already?"

At that point, my phone dinged. I had a message. I remembered that Borland Northcutt warned me I might be hearing from someone. I decided to leave her wanting more, like they say on the stage. I got to my feet, pulled her ass off the edge of the desk by the legs. I put her legs over my shoulders. Portia reached over her head and took a good hold on the edge of the desk. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her body and entered her.

She gasped and arched as I sunk into her molten goodness. My god, tears came to my eyes. The feel of this woman's body enveloping me enveloped me, pulling me invitingly into her pussy. She clasped hard down on me as I drilled into her. I wept because I was about to come. I knew I wanted more of this woman but felt hurried by the dinging from my phone. My cock felt her pussy writhe, pulsing and clinching as I thrust into her. I came to a stop, rooted deeply inside of her body. Portia arched and then bucked. She slammed her pussy at me, cinching my cock more fiercely inside of her. I gripped her by the hips, her ankles at my ears, and began to hammer into her. Harder and harder I rammed my cock into her, my thighs and abdomen slapping against the backs of her legs. She grunted as I fucked her, her body rippling as the pleasure welled up from inside her.

Portia began to chant something. I realized she was talking, saying things perhaps to Ahmay but I didn't think so. She was saying things like, "Yes, so deep. He is hard for me. He wants me. He loves my pussy. Hell, I love my pussy!" When she said something silly she'd try to giggle in the midst of her panting arousal and it made her hiccup. That made me laugh.

For a couple of minutes, we just fucked, while Ahmay watched. I say "just" as though this was a common occurrence. The woman flowed with erotic sensations that hovered around us, soaking into me and then rebounding. Her legs pulled at me, her heels hooked over my shoulders. She wanted me deeper, to fuck her harder. She grunted with passion as I slammed my cock into her, ravaging the nerves of her pussy. We slapped together, smacking against the plane of the backs of her thighs. I increased the pace. Portia huffed and panted, grunting with effort and approval. I felt my first orgasm of the day sidling closer and I urged it on. When it arrived, I thrust deep and spewed cum into Portia. Her body seemed to soak it up, pulling and squeezing my cock while the pleasure roared in my ears and through the hollows of my bones. My marrow had all been drained into this fabulous woman. Portia patted my head.

"We'll do better next time."

I felt a little irked but then realized she was doing that for the benefit of Ahmay, revealed when she spoke.

"You may not always climax with a man inside you. Some women just can't. The feel of a cock sliding up into you though makes it all wonderful. You wish it would never leave and you can just walk around with a cock in you like that. If I tried, I'd walk into traffic and end up dead or worse. When you do that, I mean there are ways, it makes you just a little crazy but if you want a challenge..."

I interrupted her. That was something Ahmay was not ready to consider, I didn't think. At least I didn't want her to consider it. I pulled my cock out of Portia and turned. It was eye level with Ahmay. Her eyes crossed as she tried to focus on the blurry end of my cock.

"Oh my. I think its beautiful. Are all cocks this pretty?" She licked her lips. "God, I can feel it on my lips. Can I kiss it?"

"It'll taste like Portia." Portia said. "But I doubt he will object if you get a little taste.

Honestly, and I am not proud of this, I was thinking of the text on my phone. I wanted to see who was contacting me. God, what a moron but I had Pixie on my mind. A woman is thinking about tasting the woman you just fucked on your cock and I am worried about my fucking phone? Focus, Sonny, for fuck's sake, focus and I mean that literally.

"No. I'll..." The door opened.

I felt Portia roll onto her side. I was a little leery about turning to see who was at the door but did anyway. You never know what might happen if you show someone your cock.

"Oh, excuse me so much!"

It was Dannielle Bickerstaff.

I had turned by then and she was staring at my cock or the slurry on it. "Come in or stay out but shut the door. You are causing a draught."

She stepped in the door, closing it softly behind her. "I was just going to leave a note for Alissa."

"She's beautiful!" I could hear the awe in Ahmay's voice. Whatever ideas I had about her innocence and needing to lead her by the hand vanished in the next moment.

"I want her." Ahmay said, her voice had that hard stubborn thunk you hear sometimes in a person's voice, the tone that says "don't fucking argue!" I was just glad she'd picked a woman I had some experience with. On reflection, though, since Dannielle didn't stay out or go running screaming through the office after seeing the couple naked in the office, it was logical to assume she could be had. So Ahmay's reaction was not as outlandish as it seemed at the time. I had a flash of her pointing to some stranger I did not know and saying she wanted me to fuck her. That would be awkward. Then I thought it might be an interesting challenge. I shook my head to get that thought out of it. I had enough balls in the air, I didn't need that one flying around like gravity didn't matter.

"Sonny?" Dannielle said, her voice puzzled but engaged, attentive.

"Dannielle?" Portia sat up.

"Mrs. Kline? Hello."

"Mrs. Bickerstaff? I, we were, we..."

Dannielle smiled that composed smile some women have that puts everyone else at ease. "I can see what you were doing. What is it called here? Hide the pickle?"

Ahmay laughed, snorting through her nose.

"Dannielle Bickerstaff, this is Ahmay Alan. She, she is a virgin." Opting for the difficult truth keeps it from getting more difficult later. "She, she wants to see, wanted to see a man and a woman have sex before she tries it. Portia was obliging us, since I can't do that all by myself."

Dannielle smiled.

I plunged on. "She wants to see ah, she wants to see me have sex with two women. What are you doing tomorrow night?" I cringed then but did not want to change my statement. It was sticking to my teeth anyway.

"Tomorrow night?" Dannielle repeated. "Why nothing of any importance...oh god. Are you asking what I think you are asking?"

"With Alissa. We, I haven't asked her yet but I will and she'll say yes."

"I am sure she will." Dannielle said. "I...?" She looked at Ahmay. Ahmay's eyes were wide like search lights, glittering in the new gloom. Light from the outer office provided not much illumination.

"She just wants to watch you have sex with me?" Dannielle said, her voice drifting into a whisper by the end.

I nodded. "With Alissa. Both of you. At once."

"Oh god. Really? Will, will we...?"

I thought I knew what she was asking and thought I'd make that a bonus if it seemed right. I sure hoped so though. More than that, I hoped the text wasn't telling me I was busy tomorrow night. My hand itched. I wanted to look and see what was what. I resisted that urge and stayed in the moment but visions of Pixie followed me,there, into this strange moment where I was arranging to have sex with two women while a virgin watches from the shadows.

"I, well—I suppose I could. Yes. If you insist."

"I insist, so Sonny insists." Ahmay muttered. "You are so sexy! Have you...have you had sex with Sonny yet?"

"Oh god, yes. I..." Dannielle colored, evident even in the gloom of the darkening office. She finally just nodded. "Yes. I did. A few times and as you have rightly guessed, I would, will do it again. If he wishes. So, yes, Sonny. What time?"