It had been another hard shift, busy and with enough customers complaining to make us think about giving it all up. That’s life working in a shop I suppose, it’s part and parcel of the job. I thanked my team, started laughing and told them I’d see them tomorrow for more fun and games unless it was their day off.
Part of my job was to supervise the checkout area. It was quite a big shop so there weren’t many times when we didn’t have people queueing to pay for their shopping. In between, I tried to have a laugh and a joke with the staff to keep morale up. Most went along with it except for Brook. She was the quiet one, one of the younger members of staff, who seemed content to get through her shift without fuss.
When I say younger, she looked it too. I knew she had just turned twenty years old from the documentation she’d bought with her as proof, and from setting up her payroll. She was all fresh-faced but pretty in a plain kind of way. 5′ 4″ tall, with dark hair always in a loose ponytail. I tried joking with her, but most of the time the most I got back was a smile and then she’d look away. Maybe she just didn’t get my sense of humour, most of the others were in their fifties like me after all.
I’d been sitting eating my dinner in the canteen one day when I saw her on the far side, sitting with her boyfriend. I knew who he was as I’d seen him picking her up after her shifts sometimes. They were whispering, but I saw them both keep looking over. I went back to looking at my phone, trying not to keep looking up, when heard a noise and looked up to see Brook standing by me.
“Hi, Danny, sorry to bother you. I’m off for a few days now, if I give you my number can send me my rota for the weekend please?” she asked.
“Yeah sure,” I answered, “I’ll need to look at it anyway as we have a couple of people on holiday so might need to swap some shifts around, I’ll send it to you as soon as possible.”
I handed her my phone and she typed in her number, smiled when she handed it back, and then walked back to her boyfriend. He had a big smile on his face and when he looked over, I put my hand up and he gave me a thumbs up. I went back to my phone, then a few minutes later heard footsteps coming my way.
“Brooke will do a late shift on Saturday if you need her to,” Pete, her boyfriend told me.
I looked at Brook who smiled back at me, telling her I probably would need her on that shift anyway as I thought there were only two other staff in. She told me no problem and they walked off. It was the most conversation I’d had out of her in the month that she’d worked with us.
After finishing my break I was in the offices checking the rotas and was right, apart from myself there were only two staff in. I looked at the time and realised she’d have left now, so I sent Brook a message telling her about doing a late, and she replied almost instantly saying no problem, with three smiley faces.
Getting home later I opened the door just as my wife Stacy was ready to leave. She works as a midwife and most of her shifts are overnight, she never complains as she gets a good shift allowance on top of her normal wage.
“Oh, I thought we’d have an hour together before you went in,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me.
“Sorry babe, Susie went home sick so I’m going in a little earlier, I’m sorry now too,” she giggled, feeling my cock pushing against her thigh.
I’d had something to eat and had settled down to watch TV when my phone pinged. I picked it up, thinking Stacy might have forgotten to tell me something before she left.
“Sorry I’m quiet at work, I’m wary of people when I first meet them,” the message from Brook read.
“It’s not a problem, there’s too many loud people anyway!” I sent back.
“I’m easier to talk to when I’ve gotten used to people when I know I like them,” she replied.
“You like me then?” I asked.
“Yeah, you’re funny, and a nice person too. I’ve always liked you, I just needed to feel comfortable to interact that’s all,” she answered, “Pete says it’s just me not being confident in myself.”
I carried on watching TV, flicking channels to find something else to watch. Fifteen minutes later my phone went off again.
“Do you like me too then?” she’d asked.
“Yes, you’re a very good member of the team,” I replied.
“No, I meant do you like me, like find me attractive?” she asked.
I read the screen two or three times. I wondered if it might be Pete texting instead.
“You’re pretty, your boyfriend is a very lucky man,” I sent, in case it was him.
I didn’t hear anything else for the rest of the week. Saturday evening came and walking back to the checkouts from the offices I saw Brook already serving customers. As I got there a customer walked up and told me they’d accidentally broken a vase and apologised. I thanked them for letting me know and sent someone to clean it up before someone hurt themselves on it.
Nobody was queueing a little later on, and I asked Brook if she’d be okay on her own while the other two went to tidy around the shop. She smiled and said she’d be fine if I stayed there with her. The others gone, and serving nobody, she started sweeping around the checkouts. I didn’t notice at first, she did keep looking back at me and I didn’t know why until I saw exactly why.
The work uniform is T-shirts with the company logo on them, staff are told to wear black trousers and black shoes, although a few wear trainers and we’re lenient not to bother telling them not to. Brook had black trousers on alright, but they looked sprayed on they were that tight. As she swept her t-shirt had rode up onto her hips, jiggling with her motions, her arse pointing directly at me.
I couldn’t stop staring, her hips were a little wider than I’d noticed before, her round full buttocks merging down onto slightly plump thighs down to perfect calves. My eyes searched back up to her arse, noticing that not only were her knickers visible through the stretched fabric, but so was the label on them.
I heard giggling as she turned and went back to her checkout, smiling as she walked past me and called a customer to her. Once served, she looked over at me.
“You shouldn’t really be wearing those trousers,” I told her.
“Well they are black, that’s all we were told. You seemed to like me wearing them in them anyway, I saw you looking,” she giggled again.
“Hmm, I can’t argue with that, guilty as charged,” I laughed, “but a word of advice, cut the label out of your knickers if you do wear them again, and maybe smaller less visible knickers.”
She turned and look down over her shoulder, then frowned.
“I didn’t think about my knickers showing,” she said, “but thanks for your feedback,” she laughed.
We didn’t speak much as the others came back, and then we shut the shop and went our separate ways. I woke the next morning to a message. I looked over, Stacy was still at work.
“I took your advice,” it read. There was an image attached, I clicked to open it and there was Brook’s arse, in the same trousers as last night, with no visible knickers nor label.
“Much better,” I sent her.
I had a shift later that day and Brook was already in. She had on normal trousers today as it was busier during the afternoons, but when she got the chance she asked if she was working late on Saturday again, Pete had asked if I could drop her off as his car was playing up. I told her I didn’t see the problem and by the time I got home Stacy would be at work herself anyway.
Later on, after getting home, Brook sent me the same picture.
“Because you didn’t get a chance to see them today, in case you were missing them,” she’d sent with smiley faces.
“Do you still think I’m pretty then,” she sent before I’d replied.
“Very nice, have you actually got knickers on under them?” I asked.
Another image came through, her trousers pulled halfway down her buttocks revealing a black g-string.
My phone pinged again, this time the trousers were right under her buttocks, Brook was bent over, just the tiniest piece of fabric covering both of her holes.
I looked at the pictures a few times, my cock stirring in my trousers. Suddenly I noticed something.
“If you’re pulling your trousers down, who’s taking the pictures?” I asked.
“Pete of course,” she sent back.
“Does he know you’re sending them to me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “sorry gotta go, speak later.”
I saw Brook fleetingly when our next shifts briefly overlapped but did have time to notice she wore her normal trousers. Saturday seemed to take forever to come around, then finally she turned up, tight trousers on. She smiled broadly at me as she saw me, but then went back into quiet mode around other staff members. There were only five of us in tonight, but the shop wasn’t busy anyway. The others had gone off to do various jobs, leaving just Brook to mind the checkouts.
“Did you like the pictures then? I’m wearing the same g-string today, Pete bought it for me,” she beamed when she noticed nobody else was about.
“Pete’s a very lucky man, you have a great arse,” I answered, “and he doesn’t mind me seeing them?”
Brook blushed a little, then told me he’d encouraged her. She saw a look of mild shock on my face.
“He’s trying to bring me out of my shell, to be more confident in myself, to try new things,” she said before turning away sharply as she blushed again.
“Are you still okay to drop me off later, I forgot to check with you,” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s not a problem, Pete’s car still not fixed then?” I told her.
She shook her head, and then a mixture of customers to serve and staff coming back killed the conversation off.
The shift now finished, she waited for me to lock up and then followed me to my car. She threw her bag and jacket on the back seat, saying that although it was quite warm she’d bought the jacket in case she’d had to walk home. Getting into the passenger seat, I noticed she’d tucked her t-shirt into her trousers.
Brook was quiet for the first few minutes, looking out of the passenger window. I kept looking over at her, noticing her breasts jiggling as he drove down the bumpy roads. I asked if she was okay.
“Yeah, sorry, I wanted to ask you something actually but I’m plucking up the courage to ask, I don’t know what you’ll say,” she blurted out.
“You can ask me anything, it’s fine,” I answered.
“Do you really like me, like, find me very pretty?” she asked, blushing as she did so.
“Yes, you’re beautiful, I told you Pete is a lucky man, you just don’t see it because you doubt yourself,” I replied.
“Beautiful enough to fuck me?” she said abruptly.
As she said it we stopped at traffic lights. We sat, staring at each other in silence.
“I knew I shouldn’t have asked,” she whispered.
“It’s not that I wouldn’t. but you have a boyfriend and I’m married, and I wouldn’t want it to get awkward at work,” I answered as diplomatically as I could, my erection at the thought of fucking her disagreeing with me.
The rest of the journey was in relative silence, and the only talk was far removed from the conversation, more about work itself. As we pulled up outside her house I saw Pete open and stand in the doorway, watching.
“I’ll just get my things out of the back,” Brook said.
I told her I’d wait and expected her to get out and open the back door, instead, she took off her seatbelt and leaned between the seats to reach into the back. Her round arse was right by my face, just the tight black fabric between me and her hidden gems. I wanted to move my head, playfully pull the fabric with my teeth, to slide my fingers along the crack between her buttocks where the fabric disappeared, but knew Pete was looking on. She seemed to be there for an eternity.
“Sorry,” giggled, “the handle of my bag is stuck on something.”
Trying to pull the bag free made her body jolt backwards, and an image of me behind her naked self, that round arse pushing back onto me as my erection slid into her, flooded my head. My erection was bursting to be set free, and then her face reappeared, all flushed and red.
Brook thanked me for dropping her off, and then got out of the car. Walking towards Pete I saw him mouth something, then Brook shook her head to say no. Pete looked towards me, a disappointed look on his face but he waved goodbye and gave me a thumbs up, presumably for dropping Brook home.
I got home and went in to silence and a note from Stacy saying she’d gone in to work early again. It was more of a pity tonight, despite me not complaining as she got paid extra for overtime, my cock needed some action after having Brook’s arse in my face earlier. The thought of it made my cock twitch again. Not only that but her asking if I’d fuck her too.
Me. In my fifties, balding with grey hair and a pot belly. This young, quiet, but round-arsed girl had asked me to have sex with her. I mulled it over in my head, trying to work out why. I know she was quiet, awkward even, but she was pretty enough that guys her age would be interested in her. Pete was her age after all. I wondered then if Pete knew about this new arrangement.
I was halfway through watching a film on TV when my phone pinged.
“Sorry about earlier, hope we’re still mates,” Brook had typed.
“It’s no problem, it’s forgotten about, there’ll be no problem at work. You’re beautiful, but it wouldn’t be fair on Pete would it?” I responded.
“Fair? It was Pete’s idea,” Brook had replied with a smiley face.
“What do you mean Pete’s idea?” I sent back.
There was a little bit of a pause before a new message came through.
“He wants me to fuck someone else, to make me see someone else fancies me. I’ve only ever slept with him, and he thinks this will help me become more brave, more out there,” she replied.
“He’s encouraging you too? Wow, that’s a big step, he must be very trusting in you then?” I asked.
Again, another pause, it was almost five minutes before a reply came through.
“It’s not so much in trust, he’ll be there watching. Don’t take this the wrong way, but he thinks you’ll be perfect,” she written
“He wants to watch eh? Fair enough. What do you mean I’d be perfect?” I responded.
“Well, you’re married so you’re highly unlikely to tell anyone. And he doesn’t see you as competition,” she said, “sorry if that sounds harsher than it should.”
“Competition?” I put.
“He thinks if he lets me sleep with someone our age, I might be tempted to stay with them afterwards. He thinks with you it will just be a bit of fun,” she messaged.
I didn’t answer for a while, around fifteen minutes passed before my phone went off again.
“Do you need some persuading then, hope this helps.”
There was an attachment with the message, I clicked it and Brook’s arse came into view, her trousers halfway down her thighs and her g-string cutting into her buttocks. Around thirty seconds later a second message, no text but another attachment. This time the trousers and g-string weren’t in shot, but her hands were, pulling her buttocks apart and exposing her holes to me.
Her arsehole was tiny, a light pink colour like a little rosebud, despite her pulling her buttocks apart it barely opened. Her pussy was much the same, very neat, with no big protruding labia everywhere, like they’d all been packed neatly away. Her hands in the shot told me Pete had taken the pictures.
“Very nice, when did you take those?” I asked.
“Just know silly, Pete said he thinks it will change your mind. Do you still need convincing?”
I hesitated before answering and decided to push my luck.
“Yeah, I need more convincing than that, and show me you’re doing them now too,” I asked.
The next picture was Brook lying forward on the bed, arse pointing directly at me as her feet were planted on the floor. Her hands pointed towards the TV, the programme on it had the station in the corner. I quickly changed my TV to that channel just in time to see the same scene just finishing.
Another message, this time Brook was lying on her back, legs spread and pointing right up, holding today’s newspaper across her stomach. I could see now she was enjoying this, as the first signs of her pussy being wet showed.
“Convinced now?” she asked.
“Not quite,” I replied with a smiley face.
A similar picture came through, still on her back but with two fingers now in her pussy. Her top half was covered with a long-sleeved jumper, that was also pulled up over her face.
“Camera shy?” I asked.
“A little yes, it’s my first time doing anything like this too,” she said.
“Pete said if you’re still not convinced, can I phone you if your wife isn’t in?”
I wondered what my wife had to do with it, but told her yes anyway. The pictures had already made my mind up, but I was intrigued now. I wondered what she’d say, probably tell me to stop dreaming that this young pretty thing wanted me. We’d had encounters with others while we were younger, always telling the other either before or after, but those days were long gone or so we’d thought.
My phone rang, it was a video call. I answered it and saw a hand moving the phone. I turned mine sideways in time to see Brook’s arse move away from the phone. She walked towards their bed, and I saw her arm jerking, until she turned around, facing towards the screen.
Brook parted her legs and used one hand to lift her jumper a little, holding it to her stomach. I couldn’t see much further up with the angle that the phone was at. She lifted one leg a little, Pete was lying on the bed. Brook held his erection, not that big at around six inches long, and slid herself down onto it. It took her a while to take him in, her loud groans telling me she was a tight fit, but eventually, she was sitting with him all inside her. My view was his legs and cock, with her legs on either side of him, and the base of her stomach.
Brook started to ride him, slowly, groaning loudly each time she sank onto his cock. I watched intently, staring at her pussy, instinctively releasing my cock from its confines. I stroked, matching her rhythm, her hands on his knees.
“Can you see me?” she asked in between moans.
“Sort of, I can’t see your face though, but I thought you’d done that on purpose,” I answered.
I watched as she slid herself off Pete’s cock and walked back towards the phone. She moved to the side of it, and the screen moved a little. I could see Pete now looking towards the screen.
“That looks better,” I told her, “put your feet up on the bed too.”
I saw Brook walk back towards the bed, turn and smile at the camera. Taking the same position as just, she eased down onto Pete’s cock, this time a little easier. She turned and said something to Pete, whose hands appeared on her hips. I assumed it was to steady her and she lifted her legs one at a time and planted her feet on either side of Pete’s legs.
She started riding again, her face screwed up, biting her lip as she rode him. She started getting quicker, her mouth opened wide as her moans and groans got louder. Her hair was down, billowing about as she moved, it made a change from being tied up.
“Lift your jumper,” I shouted out.
Brook did so, and I gasped. Like her arse seemed too big and round for her small petite frame, so did her heaving breasts. She couldn’t have been more than a 30 or 32, but those were big round and firm, at least a C cup. The works uniform certainly hid them well. She played with her nipples with both hands, tweaking them, and now and again putting her fingers into her mouth to wet them, and then rubbing her nipples until they were both erect and large.
Her jumper kept slipping back down while her hands were busy, and before I got the chance to suggest it she lifted it up and over her head, throwing it on the floor. Now her hair mischievously covered her breasts, and she used her hands to rub it across her nipples, eventually pushing it back behind her shoulders. Each time she loosed it, the force of her riding on Pete made it fall back in front of her, and each time she’d grab it and hold it above her head, not once breaking her stride.
She was getting quicker and quicker, her head lolling about more, and Pete’s hips were moving up towards her too. She must have realised what was happening as she quickly pulled off Pete’s cock, and holding it across the base of her stomach wanked him quickly, his cock shooting its load across her stomach. Brook walked over to the camera, her cum covered stomach right by the screen.
“Convinced now?” she asked, her flushed face now on screen.
“Yes, definitely,” I smiled.
Brook ended the call by saying we’d arrange what day. I looked down, my cock starting to go limp in my hand. Maybe Pete couldn’t hold out with the excitement of being on camera. An hour later I had my final message of the night from Brook, telling me I had to give her a lift home again next Saturday.
I woke the next morning, my eyes half-open, the feeling of a hand around my shaft, stroking me to an erection. I smiled, visions of Brook filled my mind, and I turned onto my back. My eyes seeing clearer now, I saw Stacy looking back at me.
“It’s nice for us to be at home at the same time,” she smiled before her head disappeared under the sheets as she worked her way down my body.
As nice as it would be, I had to stop her. She looked forlorn, puzzled, but I had to tell her about Brook. I told her about how we used to look for other partners to join us, or to watch the other with, and she smiled, her hand still gripping my cock tight. I told her I’d had the chance presented to me again.
“Really? Who with? And when?” she asked.
I leaned over and grabbed my phone, then showed her the pictures that Brook had sent to me, and told her about dropping her off home after work on Saturday. She frowned, then laughed.
“While I’m at work, typical? She wants you, her body looks quite young?” she asked.
“She’s twenty, I get the impression that she was a virgin when they met, and he’s helping her find herself sexually. It was his idea apparently,” I explained.
“He wants to play too?” she smirked, “what’s he like?”
“He wants to watch, they haven’t mentioned him joining in. And he’s about six feet tall, very lean, but not particularly big,” I answered, nodding towards my crotch.
“Have you sent her any pictures?” she asked, “Does she know?”
No, she hasn’t asked for any,” I told her.
“Well, it will be a nice surprise for her then,” she giggled.
“See if she’ll send some pictures over, so I can see what he’s like. Maybe she can role-reverse with me?” she laughed, before sliding down and taking my cock in her mouth.
“I have a better idea than that,” I answered.
I sent Brook a message the following day, after getting to work and realising she wasn’t in for a few days.
“Ask Pete if he wants to film us?”
“Film us? I don’t know about that, why should he?” she sent back.
“Well if he’s going to watch, it’s only fair we get to watch ourselves too,” I replied.
“Oooh I like that, as long as nobody else sees it, I’ll ask him later,” Brook answered.
She replied that night, telling me she’d convinced Pete to do so, by telling him how much fun they could have watching it back. She told me she wouldn’t see me until Saturday now, and she couldn’t wait.
It felt like forever but Saturday finally arrived. Brook wore her normal trousers much to my surprise, but it didn’t matter as we were a little busier than normal so there was no chance for a little pre-match flirting. We waved the others off and then went to my car.
Brook was quiet during the journey, and I asked if she was still okay with this. She replied to say her heart was racing with excitement, and she was trying to keep herself calm, but it was all she’d been thinking about all week.
As we pulled up Pete was in the doorway awaiting our arrival. He had a big grin on his face as he saw me getting out of the car. Going into the house, he shook my hand and asked if I wanted a drink, Brook saying she had to go upstairs to change. I assumed she meant out of her uniform, but wasn’t expecting her to walk back in wearing black heels and a black lace bodystocking, and a big smile as she saw my mouth open in shock.
“Pete liked it when we saw it, he said you’d probably like it too,” Brook said.
I nodded my approval, and she held her hand out and walked me to the door. She walked me up to the bedroom, where Pete had placed lamps in each corner of the room.
“I wanted to get the room right, how is it best for me to film you?” he asked.
“Sit there for a while,” I said, pointing to a chair along the one wall, “then when you’re comfortable enough walk around us getting what you think are the best angles, or what you think you two will want to watch back later.”
Pete nodded while Brook took a few deep breaths. She looked at Pete who had now sat down and made sure he was still okay with this which he signified by saying he was filming, I sat on the end of the bed and then she pulled off my work top. She ran her hands through my chest hair, pulling on my nipples, watching my face intently to see my reactions.
She squatted to undo my belt and zip, as she did I noticed the bodystocking was crotchless. Her hands pulled on my trousers, grabbing my boxer shorts too, and I raised my hips a little so she could pull them down together.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out as my cock came into view.
Pete peered around her, still filming, a look of dread on his face.
“You didn’t say about that,” he asked her.
“I didn’t know, honest,” she blurted out, “fuck, it’s bigger than yours and he’s still soft.”
I tried hard not to act too smug. It was a look and reaction I’d seen countless times over the years. 7″ when soft, 10″ when erect, and nearly as thick as my wrist. When you’re not that good-looking, a cock like that can be the difference. Stacy herself had remarked before about how women she’d bought home for me had looked at me and wondered why they’d bothered, then changed their mind when he came into view.
Brook grabbed my cock with both hands, wanking it hard, and I took her hands to slow her down. She ran her hands down each side, her fingertips tracing along my veins, then cupped my heavy balls. She looked over at Pete, pointing his phone at her, and smiled broadly for the camera. I nodded down towards my erection, Brook knew what I meant.
“I’ll try, but I don’t think I’ll get much in my mouth,” she sighed.
She held my cock steady, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and then lowered her mouth down onto me. She’d only got a couple of inches in before stopping. She let some saliva drip down from her mouth and it ran down my shaft, Brook used her hands to rub it all around.
“Stand up and suck it, let Pete film you doing so between your legs,” I instructed.
Brook stood at the end of the bed, bent over at the hips, her legs straight but apart. Pete crouched behind her, gasping as he got my cock standing proud as Brook dipped her head onto it again, taking a little more in this time. She wanked my shaft into her mouth, slow deliberate strokes.
“Fuck, your pussy is soaking without him even touching you, it’s running down your thighs,” Pete exclaimed.
“Mmm, I fancy me a taste of that, get up on the bed,” I told her.
Brook moved up onto the bed, and then I moved her around and pulled one of her legs over my head. Brook looked directly at Pete with the camera, smiled and kept looking at him as she sank her mouth onto me again. This time, aided by my tongue casually flicking onto her clit like a snake, she took more and more in, gripping the base of my shaft tight as she worked her mouth on me.
She squealed each time my tongue found her clit, her body writhing as my hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her down onto me, my tongue now fucking her soaking wet hole. Pulling her down a little more I left my tongue by her clit, letting her grind against me, as I slid one, two and then three fingers into her wetness. Her body shook and her mouth left my cock momentarily as she came, her mouth open wide as she stared at the camera.
Brook went to move but one of my arms wrapped around the small of her back, holding her to me. My fingers, soaked from her pussy, traced across and around her arsehole. Her body flinched as I do so, my tongue working its magic to distract her. I teased my middle finger into her puckered arsehole, just a little at first, testing the waters.
Brook tensed her body at the feel of my finger, and thinking she didn’t like it I stopped pushing. Instead of stopping, I heard Pete come and lean on the bed, now filming Brook’s arse with my finger in it.
“Be gentle, I’m an anal virgin,” Brook pleaded.
“She won’t let me,” Pete muttered.
Brook pushed back onto my finger and then went back to sucking on my cock. She had around six inches in her mouth now, still wanking what little of the shaft she could grip. I pulled my finger out and felt Brook wriggle her hips as I introduced another finger. She pushed back again and soon enough her body shook, this time a little more.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she murmured.
She must have signalled to Pete again who returned to the bottom of the bed. I felt her hand move off my shaft, now cupping my balls, and her mouth sunk lower again. I heard Pete tell her not much more, and then soon he told her well done. Her mouth was on the base of my cock, her tongue flicked out as she tried to lick my balls too. As I found out later, as she worked my cock each time she withdrew and licked around the tip, she’d look into the camera and smile a proud smile, pleased with herself that she’d taken all of my cock in.
I alternated my hands, playing with her nipples and feeling them harden between my fingertips, then traced down her back and buttocks to her arsehole, feeling her body shudder at my touch. Grabbing hold of her arse I pulled her down and used my tongue to fuck her arse.
“Oh fuck, don’t fucking stop,” she cried out as her body let go again.
Pete appeared by my head again, filming me rimming his girl, this time I noticed he’d discarded his clothes. He was as slim as I’d described him to Stacy, his erection bouncing around as he moved around the bed. I felt the end of the bed move, and then Brook’s mouth left my cock. I heard more slurping sounds, then Pete grunting.
“I want to ride you now,” Brook announced.
She clambered off me and turned herself around, kneeling over my lower body and using a hand to hold my cock in place. Her face was smeared in cum, some dripping off her chin and hanging down onto the bodystocking, a cum necklace linking her chin to her breast.
She lowered herself slowly, groaning as my cock slid into her soaked but tight pussy. She rode me slowly, getting used to the feeling of it inside her, then rode me steadily. Her hands reached back and stroked and squeezed her buttocks as she rose and fell, my hands reaching up and playing with her tits, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. Pete was behind her, crouched at the base of the bed, filming as her arse squashed against my heavy balls as she sank onto my length.
Brook felt him tap against her arse and looked over her shoulder. He must have motioned to her as neither said a word. She paused slightly to move her legs, her feet now planted by my hips, and I heard Pete tell her perfect as he could now see my large erection sliding into her better.
Brook’s hands dropped to my shoulders now, leaning forward allowed her to ride me harder, my cock almost dropping out of her before she ground back down onto me. She turned and looked at Pete, then back at me with a broad smile on her face.
“I hope this looks as good on camera as it feels,” she cried out.
Pete was getting a good close-up now, and I slid my hands around Brook’s buttocks. Cupping them both, I pulled her down onto my cock quicker, letting her slide off before grinding her down into my lap again. Brook was groaning louder still, and suddenly her mouth gaped open as she came again, grinding to a halt to let her body relax.
She knelt forward and kissed me, mashing her tongue against mine before reaching back and pulling her buttocks wide apart as she started riding me again.
“Oh fuck that looks awesome, your arsehole opens as you push down onto him,” Pete announced.
Brook looked down at me with a mischievous look on her face, then lifted a leg and slid off my cock. A hand reached around and she guided it towards her arse, resting the tip against her puckered hole as she groaned loudly at the touch.
“You said you didn’t like anal,” Pete said, sounding a little disappointed.
Brook looked at me, biting her lip in anticipation, then tried lowering her body. The tip of my cock pushed her arsehole open, and she cried out. She paused, took a deep breath and tried again. Again she cried out loudly. She reached a hand around and smeared her fingers then slid them against and into her arse. A little more lubed now, she tried again. This time she managed around two inches only before crying out loudly.
“Fuck, that hurts, I wanted to feel what it felt like filling my arse up too,” she said disappointedly.
I told her to get off me, then turn the other way. I slid her down onto my cock again, telling her to hold my ankles. Now as she slid along me, I held a finger, then two, in place so they slid into her arsehole. Pete now had a dilemma, to film her getting both holes stuffed or the look of pure adulation of delight on her screwed-up face. He did both, but as he filmed her face he fed his cock into her mouth.
Now, with three holes getting worked, Brook came again, her body trembling to set Pete off as he grunted and shot his first few spurts down her throat, the rest covering her face again. I was quite impressed with how much he came, especially as it wasn’t the first time.
I wanted a change now so moved Brook onto all fours and stood on the bed behind her. Crouching, I slid my cock deep into her pussy and made her cry out. I held the small of her back, pulling her hips towards me as I pushed my cock as far into her as I could manage. Long deep thrusts made her gasp loudly, crying out loudly as she pushed her arse back towards me, inviting me to fuck her harder. Getting into a good rhythm I put my hands on my knees, and let Brrok push back onto me also.
Pete filmed from both angles again, asking her as he filmed her face how much she liked it.
“I’ve never felt like this before, my pussy feels so full, it feels fantastic aaaaahhhh,” she cried out as she came once more.
Her face slumped forward onto the bed as I fucked her through her orgasm. I looked up and saw Pete wanking as he watched on. I told him I had an idea, and lying on the bed I pulled Brook onto me. She eagerly slid onto my cock again, and I pointed to the bedside table, telling him to put his phone there so it pointed towards us. He did so, then I called him up onto the bed.
I reached under Brook, slid my fingers through her soaked folds, and slid a finger into her arsehole. Looking at Brook, I smiled and said.
“Pete’s going to fuck your arse now, and you’re going to fucking love it,” I said.
Brook simply nodded and bit her lip again. Pete rubbed some of the remaining cum from her face and used it to lube her arse, then as I slid my arms around Brook’s body to hold her steady, Pete pushed into her. Brook screwed her face up, then pushed her tongue deep into my mouth again. I felt her body move as Pete started fucking her.
“Fuck, your arse is so tight,” Pete cried out.
I urged him to slow down, to let Brook slide at her own pace, but my pleas were in vain. Around a minute later, he grunted loudly and Brook cried out as his cock pulsed and throbbed deep in her arse, shooting his load deep inside. I looked at Brook’s face and knew she’d wanted that to last much longer, how much she’d been enjoying her first experience of being double penetrated. Pete had moved now and picked his camera back up.
“Oh Brook, you know how much you like me cumming on our face, you’re going to love watching this back and seeing my cum seep out of your arse, it looks amazing,” Pete cried out.
Brook looked a little happier, then suddenly laughed out loud.
“His cum will act as a lube, my arse will be soaking wet inside. Now you can fuck my arse,” she told me.
I didn’t get much chance to answer as she quickly slid off me, repositioned herself, and then lowered her arse down onto my cock. She was right, my cock slid into her arse as she pushed down, groaning as more and more slid in. Taking a final deep breath, she pushed down until she felt my pubes against her arse.
“Is it all in, have I taken it all?” she asked Pete.
He nodded, then instead of riding me she leant backwards a little and rubbed her clit, looking me directly in the eye. She used the other hand to push three fingers into her pussy.
“This is how good your fat cock feels in my arse,” she cried out as she came again. This time she gasped as she squirted, her juices flowing over my lower stomach.
I put my hands on her hips and quickly lifted her, laying her flat on her back. Grabbing her ankles I pushed her legs right up, her knees right by her shoulders, and lined my cock up against her arsehole once more. I’d more or less let Brook dictate the pace, now it was my turn. In one quick swift movement, I forced my cock deep into her arse.
Brook cried out loudly as I fucked her, long deep strokes, almost sobbing as I fucked her arse. I pushed her legs further apart, then leaned my weight forward. Now I fucked her harder, faster, Brook crying out louder still.
“You’re hurting her, stop now,” Pete cried out.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Brook shouted.
She reached a hand out and grabbed Pete’s cock, pulling him onto the bed and feeding him into her mouth. She slobbered on him greedily, wanking his cock into her mouth. I nudged his shoulder, pointing at Brook. He knew what I wanted.
Twisting but keeping his cock in her mouth, he put his head between her legs and flicked a tongue out onto her clit. It didn’t take long for Brook to come again, Pete rising with a big smile on his face. Now Brook lay there, me fucking her arse and Pete fucking her mouth, Brook turning her head sideways. I could finally feel myself getting ready to cum too.
Knowing what Stacy likes, and me also, I pulled out of Brook’s arse, quickly positioned myself lying on my side behind her, and slid my cock easily into her arse once more. One hand was on her hip, the other around her shoulders, playing with her nipples as I slid into her. Her body tight against mine, Pete held her head still as he fucked her mouth, subduing her moans and groans as he did so.
“I’m nearly ready to cum, play with your clit and cum with me,” I whispered into Brook’s ear.
It was too much for Pete and he came again, and again all over Brook’s face. Spurt after spurt shot out, he could certainly keep cumming lots each time. As he pulled away I signalled for him to go behind us. I quickly flipped Brrok to laying flat on her stomach, my weight on her back, my hands on her shoulders giving me extra leverage and pinning her down, her cum covered face rubbing into the duvet. Using my feet I pushed her ankles apart, exposing her well-worn pussy and her cock filled arsehole for Pete’s filming.
In this position Brook’s hand was lodged against her pussy, her fingers rubbing over her clit as I thrust into her, and I heard her familiar groans and her body trembled. Timing it almost to perfection I started to cum deep into her arse as her body shook with her orgasm, much stronger than the others before. I thrust into her a few more times until I’d finished spurting, then withdrew slowly to look down at my handiwork.
Brook’s buttocks were red, a contrast against the black surrounding fabric of the bodystocking, and the creamy white cum leaking from her well-fucked arse. She turned her face to the side, her face a look of pure pleasure, little droplets of cum still stuck in her eyelashes.
I had a quick shower and got dressed, going back to see Brook sucking on Pete’s cock again. I said my goodbyes to a couple of waves only, then made my way home. Good dreams were had that night as I replayed the evening over and over in my mind.
Waking the next morning I heard my phone ping and looked to see a video from Brook, with a smiley face. I felt the bed move and Stacy’s face appeared on my shoulder.
“Can we watch it now?” she asked, stroking my cock with a sly grin on her face.
Halfway through watching it, I turned to look at Stacy, she’d already remarked on how much Pete came each time.
“Are you on shift next Saturday, I thought maybe we could role reverse?”
“You want me to fuck Pete? I think if I can’t change my shift I could phone in sick,” she laughed.
“Well, I thought you could fuck both of them, I don’t think Brook has been with another woman before,” I replied.