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Added: May 22, 2008
Owner: JeseXXXa
Total Stories: 5

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Joe With The Golden Tongue (Report It)

I used to go out to a local, English pub styled, bar every Friday night with some girl friends from work for a few drinks and a little fun. At the time I was a receptionist for a medium sized marble contracting company whose owner felt it was important to have a pretty face at the front desk to greet visitors to the office.

On this given Friday afternoon a salesman was standing talking to me as I worked and he passed away time while waiting for an appointment with my boss. He was a common visitor in the place as we did a considerable amount of business with his company and as such he had leaning privileges against my desk.

The guy was very friendly and out going like most salesmen and in my thoughts was quite charming. He seemed to be about 10 years older than me, or so I thought at the time and was the ruggedly handsome type. About five foot nine or ten tall and around 185 lb with broad shoulders and big, strong, hard working hands.

One of my girlfriends, from the accounting office, came out and asked me if I was planning on joining them that evening at the pub, said hello to the guy (I’ll call him Joe) since she also knew him well. Over hearing the conversation he inquired what the name of the pub was. I told him and he knew it well, saying he might see us there that evening.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully away, as usual five o’clock came just like it always does on Fridays…slower than any other day of the week. The employees lined up at the punch clock, stamped our time cards and headed out the back door and across the parking lot.

I arrived at the pub around 5:45 with two other girls to a packed house. We worked about ten miles away and the downtown crowd was always there ahead of us. We did manage to get a table however since most people preferred to stand and mingle with one another.
We ordered something to eat so we wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach and pass out before the evening got started.

By the time our dinner arrived two more girls had joined us and also placed their orders. Bar food only seems to go down well with beer so that’s what we all had with our meals.
Bar-B-Q chicken and pork and some salads all around. Some of our male work mates were also in the pub and would drop by the table from time to time to say hello and bullshit for a few minutes before disappearing back into the crowd looking for some “lucky girl” to roll around in their beds that night.

Dinners finished, table cleared, we all went to the ladies room to wash our hands and freshen our faces and then back to the table to start into the hard stuff. I was killing brain cells at that time with rum and coke. We sat there sipping away and doing what women do in a bar, criticize all the other women.

I guess it was around eight or eight thirty now and we were well into our Friday night routine. One of the girls had left, gone home to her husband and kids another one was joined by her live in boyfriend and the two of them were too busy playing kissy-face to talk to the rest of us. So myself and two others talked and kept ourselves entertained.

I really hadn’t thought about Joe having said he might drop in since many guys had talked about coming and joining us at one time or another and never had so it didn’t even occur to me that he would. I blew it off as casual flirting or just being polite and pretending to be interested and thought there was probably a Mrs. Joe waiting at home anyway.

Sandy, the girl from accounting, nudged me and said, “There’s Joe, over at the bar.” He had a drink in his hand and was looking all round the room. He spotted us and walked straight over to our table. “Hello,” he said and pulled up a chair. Turned out that he was a regular in the place but not on Friday nights because he always went to the bar where most of the employees from our company went on Fridays to buy rounds of drinks for them to insure his orders kept rolling in. Maybe he was now doing the same thing here with us office girls because Sandy was the one that always expedited his payments.

Sandy was very cute and had a great pair of tits so it would have made sense that he would have given her lots of attention except that she was engaged and Joe knew the guy she was engaged to so to him she was off limits. The other girl with us was my room mate and was wilder than any woman I had ever met. She was a good friend and was never one to let me sleep alone. She is the one that introduced me to the joys of woman to woman love making. That night though she was waiting for a date to show up, leaving me and Joe the only unattached people at the table.

From the time Joe had sat down all the drinks for the table went on his tab so us girls had a couple more than we normally would have. Time was passing quickly and the bar was getting less and less crowded by the minute. Sandy’s fiancé had called and asked her to meet him elsewhere so she took off. My room mates date had showed up and they moved to another table to be alone, leaving just me and Joe to fend for ourselves. He had been focusing all his attention on me anyhow so we barely noticed the departure of the others.

By now I had had enough rum and coke to loosen my inhibitions and I was doing well at accepting all of Joe’s advances. We were sitting beside each other on the same side of the table and I was closest to the wall. I turned my chair ninety degrees and leaned it back a little against the wall. This brought my feet up off the floor and probably gave him a panty shot if he took the time to look. My mind and body were in that state of euphoria one enters when the alcohol level is just perfect and I was floating just a little. I must have been relaxed because when I tipped my chair back my feet slipped right out of my shoes.

Joe did notice that. He reached down and brought both my legs up and laid them across his knees. I was wearing black thigh high stockings with a wide band lace top. Stockings were a habit my room mate had gotten me into so she would have access to my pussy when the mood struck her to eat me out. Joe started massaging my feet. No doubt he could tell I was feeling tipsy and was making the most of it. His hands felt so good, experienced even I would say. He knew just how hard to squeeze and just where to rub. He also knew how to make it feel sensual and arousing so as to excite me rather than make me fall asleep. Damn it was good, so good and I was getting turned on. Then, without any warning he bent over and put his mouth over the toes on my left foot. In shock I looked up and glanced around the bar to see if anyone was looking at us, they weren’t. I know it wouldn’t have stopped him even if they were.

Oh my God, what a feeling. It sent shivers all the way up my leg and back and made the hairs on my arms stand up. I dropped my head back against the wall and my mouth was open. What the hell was this guy doing to me? I had my hands now on the back of his head pushing it down harder and he knew what I meant. His tongue was trying to encircle each of my toes, pushing down hard in between them, stopped only by my stockings. He’d lick my soles and chew lightly on my heels. My pussy was beginning to water. To this day I can remember how badly I wanted to fuck him, right then and there and had he tried I would have let him.

I was breathing hard, he could hear it and he knew now was the time to get out of there. Take me somewhere, anywhere; even the back seat of his car would have been ok with me. Joe looked at the bill on the table, took money from his pocket laid it and the bill back on the table and stood up. I slid my shoes on and out the door we went. Since we were both under the influence we took a cab and left his car in the parking lot. That was a good idea for two reasons. One was that it was the smart thing to do and the other was so he could keep both his hands on my body.

He took me to his house (so much for the Mrs. Joe at home thoughts) and right into the bedroom, no more fore play necessary. It was a very large bedroom, sliding glass doors at one end and his king sized four poster bed was on a carpeted, raised platform. I stood beside the bed and started to undress while he was using the bathroom. I didn’t hear him coming up behind me because of the carpet. He grabbed my arms, held me still for a moment, whispered in a gruff voice, “Don’t take off your clothes, just get in bed with them on.” At this point I was doing anything he asked, so I crawled up into the center and laid my head on a pillow.

Joe got undressed, big hairy chest and arms, broad shoulders…quite a man. He turned out all the lights except one that was directly above the bed which he just dimmed. He got on the bed at my feet, on his knees. He put his hands on me just below my knees and started to move them slowly downwards. My shoes slipped away, I hardly felt it as he removed them, just his hands on my feet again. My arms were laid wide, my eyes were shut, and my mind was blanked of all cares. Until that night I never knew that my feet could bring such pleasure to my body and mind.

The stockings never came down, he used them like a tool to heighten the sensation, rubbing softly up and down my legs, stroking my feet gently with hands and tongue. Sucking, licking, stroking, over and over. It went on seemingly for hours; he never tired of it and either did I.

Finally he started to move upwards, up to my knees, stopping every few inches to make sure my legs were totally bathed in attention. He spread them apart just a little as he kissed and caressed my inner thighs but still staying below my bare skin, still on the stockings. I started to move my ass from side to side, just a little and ever so slowly and moaning softly so he would understand how grateful my body was for what it was now receiving.

His mouth, hot and wet, touched my flesh. That magic place above stocking top and below panty. “Ohhhhh, Ohhhh.Oh my God, Joe that’s so good!” I said in a hushed voice.
Finally, finally he was there, so close now to my pussy. I was a little embarrassed because my pussy had soaked my panties I could feel the wetness between the cheeks of my ass, it had no doubt made a puddle in his bed. Maybe that smell hit his brain like a shock wave. His slow movements suddenly changed; perhaps the scent of all the pussy juice over took him. He shoved his face hard now against my panty. I could feel him sucking, sucking hard.

Up on his knees he sprang, sliding his hands along the outsides of my thighs pulling my skirt all the way up to my waist. I let out a gasp as he grabbed my panties and nearly tore them off of me in pulling them down and throwing them away. My ass was off the bed, my back arched, frozen in the shock of the moment. Excited beyond belief, like nothing I had before. I started to lay back down but he ran his arm under my ass, keeping it raised.

Then onto his stomach with his face flat into my crotch and his tongue dragging back and forth from my asshole to my pussy hole. Licking me so hard entering my ass and pussy as far as he could every time and getting as much cunt nectar as he could suck in. I was still fully clothed except for my panty and shoes and enjoying the best sex I had in my entire life.

Joe sat up then and pulled my pussy up to his mouth. I was totally upside down with my legs spread open as far as they could get. My back was against his chest and he had both his big arms wrapped around my body. His chin was in my ass and he was tongue fucking me with everything he had in him. My clit was being bathed with his upper lip and stroked over and over with his tongue. I started to cum, my body almost in convulsions, spasms, and Joe still sucking and licking. I started screaming… then went limp in his arms.

He laid me on the bed and let me just lie there and rest for a few moments. I had to come back down to earth. My mind was in a whirl. Joe walked over to a bar in the corner of the room and fixed a couple rum and cokes, strong, very strong I remember but what the hell I was into extremes this night.

After I regained my strength and composure I thought about his orgasm, he didn’t get off yet. That was no good. I had to do something about that. I took his cock in my hand and started to stoke it. He stopped my hand, ok, maybe he wants me to suck him off, I can do that. Stopped again, what’s going on? “Joe, that was so good for me, let me get you off.” I said. “Yes I’m getting to that, lie back down,” he answered. I did, parting my legs, but he asked me for one of my stockings. I rolled it down and handed it to him. He wrapped it around his cock and jerked off all over the other stocking and leg and he loved every second of it.

I had to admit to him that I was surprised and felt guilty for not being the one to make him cum. He told me, ”It’s like this, any guy can jump on top of a woman and hump her till he gets off and if he’s dedicated to her he might get her off too but not many guys can enjoy a woman the way I did with you tonight.” “Your tastes, your smells, feeling you, the sounds, the visual feast from just looking at you, don’t worry, I’m happy.”

I said he was a salesman so he was good with words but he sure had me convinced. He never asked me out after that and I was disappointed but I guess it would have been hard for him to top that performance or even match it. Not too long after I left that company and that country and have not seen or ever even heard from Joe again.

SOUKA

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