Chapter 1: Introduction
The hum of the office party was a symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional off-key rendition of a classic pop tune. The annual end-of-year bash was in full swing at The Blue Marlin, a chic bar downtown that was sufficiently removed from the corporate world to let everyone loosen their ties and kick off their heels.
Sharon, with her blonde hair cascading down her back in loose curls, was holding court with a group of colleagues, her laughter bubbling up like effervescent champagne. She was the life of the party, the one who could make even the most uptight accountant relax and enjoy a night out. She had on a tight black dress that barely covered her ass. She had on a lace black bra and thong underneath. She knew her ass looked excellent that night as she had several compliments from her female colleagues. She also saw all the men staring at it. Except Taylor she couldn’t even get a glance from him. He was chatting with one of the new women that worked there and she felt a little jealous. She could tell he seemed interested in her so she decided to intervene. Sharon sauntered over, a half-empty glass of wine in hand, and playfully nudged Taylor's arm. "Hey, you two look like you're plotting world domination over there."
Taylor chuckled, his eyes briefly meeting Sharon's before flitting away. "Not quite, just discussing the finer points of our latest project." He turned to the new girl, who was blushing slightly. "This is Jessica, by the way. She's our new marketing strategist."
Sharon extended her hand, a smile playing on her lips. "Nice to meet you, Jessica.
I'm Sharon. I've been keeping this one in line since he started here," Sharon said, giving Taylor a playful nudge.
Jessica smiled, looking a bit relieved at the friendly introduction. "Nice to meet you too, Sharon."
Sharon turned back to Taylor, her smile not fading. "So, how about a dance to celebrate the end of the year?"
Taylor looked taken aback, glancing at Jessica, who quickly said, "Oh, go ahead.
I can find my own way back to the group."
Sharon grabbed Taylor's arm, playfully steering him towards the dance floor. "Come on, Taylor. It's just one dance."
As they entered the crowded dance floor, Sharon turned to face Taylor, her hands resting on his shoulders. She was surprised how smooth he was tonight. And he looked good. She tried to push those thoughts away and enjoy hanging out with her friend. At first she meant it as a tease, she began playfully leaning over and pressing her ass against him. Soon though she got him to keep his hands on her hips and she began taking control. She started grinding her massive ass against his crotch. She could feel him beginning to get hard. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “This is nice” she sighed. They were fully entwined now and she could tell he was rock hard with the biggest pole she ever felt sliding against her. She purposely started to move back and forth, making it obvious to both of them that she was teasing him, rubbing her ass against his cock. She was wearing a lace thong so she knew he could feel her ass cheeks and her pussy lips. She knew this was going too far but she couldn’t stop. She just wanted this one dance.
Taylor’s breath hitched, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he struggled to maintain control. He was trying to keep his reaction subtle, but she could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his body. "Sharon," he started, his voice a low warning.
But she just giggled, pushing back harder against him.
"Relax, Taylor. It's just a dance," she said, her voice playful. "Besides, you're not the one who's going to have to explain to your wife why you're sporting a tent in your pants."
“Oh I’m sorry about that. It’s inappropriate I know” he said backing up slightly. She turned and swatted his shoulder “I’m only teasing you jeez. I consider it a compliment”. She giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She turned around, facing him, her hands still on his shoulders. “See, no harm done. You’re still fully clothed, and so am I.” She was fully aware of what she was doing, pushing the boundaries, but she just couldn’t help herself. There was something about Taylor that drew her in, that made her want to test the limits.
She slid up onto his leg and began grinding him face first. His enormous cock was running down his thigh and she was basically just sliding her crotch up and down its full length. Her tits pressed into his chest. Instead of her hips he was now just clutching her fat ass as she continued to rub herself on him. Her clit was throbbing and she tried to fight the wave of pleasure washing over her. The music was loud and she had to mouth the words "Can we go outside for a minute?"
Taylor, still trying to act normal, nodded and they made their way through the crowd and out onto the balcony overlooking the street below. The night air was cool, a relief from the heat of the crowd inside. Sharon immediately lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. Taylor leaned against the railing, his hands still on her waist.
“Fuck I got a little carried away. I think I almost came” she said laughing. She looked down at the monstrous cock trying to escape his pants and laughed. "Jesus, Taylor. How do you even walk with that thing?"
Taylor let out a nervous laugh. "It's not as bad as you're making it out to be."
"No, seriously," Sharon said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've seen plenty of dicks in my life, but yours... it's like a work of art. A masterpiece."
Taylor flushed, looking down at his feet. "Thanks, I guess."
Sharon took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving him.
"You know, I always wondered what it would feel like to... you know..." She let out a small laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I mean, it's not like we're not friends, right? And it's not like I'm not curious."
“I don’t know if you could handle it. You’ve said how big your husband was” he said boldly. She laughed “someone is feeling bold tonight. I can’t believe you just said I couldn’t handle that big cock”.
She teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Sharon. I didn’t mean it like that,” Taylor stammered, looking mortified.
She threw her head back and laughed, “Relax, Taylor. I’m just messing with you. You’re right, my husband is small but im sure I can handle whatever I want” she said. She was getting a little tipsy now. She could feel the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She leaned in closer to him, her voice dropping to a low purr.
The teasing continued but resulted in nothing. Sharon would never cheat and Taylor knew that. He got them a hotel room with a king sized bed as they had shared on other work trips peacefully. As they entered the room she was feeling tipsy and he helped her to the bed. She sat down and started to take off her heels. Taylor stood there awkwardly and she looked up at him. "Aren't you going to sit down?" she said giggling.
He hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to her. They were close, but not too close. She could feel the heat radiating off his body. She looked over at him and could see the bulge in his pants. She leaned over and put her hand on his leg. She could feel the muscle under his pants. He was tensing up and she could feel him start to shake.
"You're so tense, Taylor. Be a pal and help a woman out of her dress” she said. She pulled her hand away and stood up, turning around to show him the zipper of her dress. In one smooth move he unzipped it and helped it fall to the ground. Her thong had really rode up into her ass and left little to the imagination.
She turned around and he could see her massive curvy ass and the lace thong that was practically disappearing into her huge ass crack. "Thanks," she said, stepping out of the dress and kicking it to the side. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips. Her tits were so beautiful that night and barely contained by her bra. “You look incredible he said. .
“Thank you,” she replied, her voice soft. She began laughing at him and told him to lighten up. He undid his shirt and dropped his pants to the ground. His cock was still rock hard in his briefs and she put her hands to her mouth laughing at its massive size. She teasingly backed up to it and began grinding on him again. "Oh my god, Taylor," she laughed, "this is ridiculous. You should see your face."
Taylor was flushed, his breath coming in short gasps. "Sharon, we shouldn't..."
She turned to face him, her hands going to her bra. "Shouldn't what, Taylor? We're just having a little fun, right?"
His eyes widened as she unhooked her bra, her massive tits spilling out. She tossed the bra aside and stood there, her thong the only thing covering her. She could see his cock straining against his briefs, a small wet spot forming at the tip.
She knew he was leaking pre-cum, the sight turning her on even more. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly.
“Sharon,” he warned, his voice gruff.
She giggled, feeling emboldened. “Yes, Taylor?”
He hesitated, his eyes locked onto hers. “You should stop…before things go too far.”
She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I like where things are heading.”
She unbuttoned his briefs, his cock springing free, massive and hard.
She let out a low whistle, her eyes wide with appreciation. "Damn, Taylor. You weren't kidding."
Taylor looked nervous, his hands fidgeting at his sides. "Sharon, I don't know if this is a good idea."
She stepped closer, her hand wrapping around his shaft. It was hot and thick in her hand, pulsing with his heartbeat. We're just having a little fun. No one has to know."
She stroked him, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the pre-cum. “Ive always imagined stuffing this down your throat” he whispered. She let out a giggle and pushed him back onto the bed. “I’m in charge here mister” she said as she climbed on top of him. She straddled him, his massive cock pressing against her ass, her ass cheeks almost swallowing it whole. She began grinding on him, the heat between them growing. She was feeling so turned on that her thong felt soaked. She reached down and began rubbing his cock against her clit. She ground hard against him, the pleasure building inside her.
Taylor was panting, his hands gripping her hips as he watched her ride him. “Sharon,” he groaned, his voice barely audible. “Ride my cock will you” he asked. She flashed him a naughty grin and said “Not tonight, but maybe another time”. She leaned forward and licked her thumb and began to rub his nipple as she ground her wet crotch against his cock.
"You're driving me crazy, Sharon," Taylor whispered, his voice ragged with need.
She pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing against her, straining for release. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Not yet, Taylor. Not yet," she whispered, her voice teasing.
She continued to grind against him, the sensation of his massive cock against her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Sharon," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "I'm close."
She leaned back, her hands on his chest, her tits bouncing slightly with the motion. I want to watch you come first."
She sat up, her hands going to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She could feel his heart racing under her touch.
She continued to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. "That's it, Taylor. Let go," she whispered, her voice encouraging. She knew he was close, she could feel it in the way his body was tensing, in the ragged breaths escaping his lips.
Taylor's eyes were glued to her, his body writhing under her touch. His cock was a steel rod between them, the tip leaking pre-cum, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin. "Sharon," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper. “Let me cum on your face baby” he asked. .
She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with wickedness. "Oh, you wanna play rough, huh?" She leaned forward, her hair cascading around them like a dark curtain. "Alright, big boy. But be prepared to return the favor."
Taylor let out a low growl, his hips bucking against her. She slipped off him, positioning herself between his legs. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his. "Give it to me."
Taylor's hands went to his cock, stroking it slowly. Sharon watched, her breath hitching as she anticipated what was to come.
Taylor's cock was throbbing in his grasp, the sight of it making her wetter than she already was. He groaned, his grip tightening as he began to stroke himself faster. She could see the muscles in his abdomen tense, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Sharon," he groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're so fucking beautiful."
She licked her lips, her core clenching with desire. "Show me, Taylor. Show me how much you want me."
Taylor's body tensed, his cock twitching in his hand.
Sharon could see the pleasure building in his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to catch a bead of pre-cum that had escaped his tip. Taylor let out a deep groan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation.
"Shit, Sharon," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy."
Sharon smiled, her eyes never leaving his. She knew she was in control, knew that she was the one calling the shots. And she loved it. She loved the power she had over him, the way he responded to her touch.
She knew she could make him cum just by looking at him. She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted to see him completely at her mercy. She knew she had to be careful though. She didn't want to cross any lines. She just wanted to have a little fun.
"That's it, Taylor," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Her words seemed to have the desired effect. Taylor's breath hitched, his strokes becoming more urgent. Sharon could see the pleasure building in his eyes, could feel the heat radiating off his body. She could tell he was close.
His body was tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned in closer, her tongue ready to catch his release. She wanted to taste him, to feel him explode in her mouth. She knew it would be messy, but she didn't care. She wanted all of him.
"Fuck, Sharon," Taylor groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm going to..."
She didn't let him finish. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue out, ready to catch his release. Taylor let out a deep, primal growl, his body tensing as he came.
Sharon watched, her eyes wide with anticipation, as the first jet of cum erupted from his cock, landing on her cheek. She quickly closed her eyes, her mouth opening wider to catch the rest of his release. She felt the hot, sticky liquid hit her tongue, the taste salty and slightly bitter. She swallowed, her throat working as she took every last drop he had to offer.
When he finally finished, she opened her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. "Mmm," she hummed, her voice low and sultry.