Gorilla Suit
Six years after we both graduated from college I ran into Allison Caroll in the mall. While we were only casually and occasionally acquainted in college, we found out that we had a lot in common now. Namely we are both obsessed with work and career. Allison is an accountant with aspirations for a career in corporate management. My name is Brad Marks, currently a young lawyer is a large and prestigious firm, but with aspirations to get involved in a tech start up. Neither of us is looking for a long term relationship, both us have a powerful interest in sex, but neither have the time or inclination to play the boyfriend/girlfriend game. We worked out a mutual agreement to meet mostly for sex on occasion, no strings attached, both are free to spend time with others between meetings. At our last get together we both came to realize that our relationship was in danger of developing into a full romance, so we backed off a little since then. We both get aroused by a good sex story and we have fallen into the pleasant habit of entertaining each other with juicy stories about our sex experiences with other partners. Sometimes the stories are real, sometimes fantasy, always titillating.
It had been six weeks since the last time Allison and I got together, and today we had plans to meet again. It was Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and we both had the day off work. We both spent yesterday with family, we intended to spend the day in bed together.
The proper and prestigious old law firms might seem a bit stuffy and stiff from the outside. As an insider I realize that the old partners do have actual personalities. Some are jerks, some are dirty old men, some are scions, and some are just plain funny, most are honorable, even if they are members of the old boys club. On Halloween somebody was running around the offices in a gorilla suit. He was sitting in the waiting area reading the Wall Street Journal when I arrived in the morning; it scared the hell out of me when he put down his paper and looked me over. We had a lot of fun with that. I suspect that two or three of the attorneys were taking turns wearing the suit, or they may have had multiple suits. We would think we had figured out who it was and the guy we thought was the gorilla would walk up to the gorilla and shake his hand. The suit had been hanging in the coat room since Halloween. On the way out the day before Thanksgiving I took it home with me.
I called Allison to confirm the time we were meeting at 11:00 am and told her that I had a twist in mind for what we would do today. She is always game for a surprise.
"I'll use my key to let myself in at 11:00," I told her, "I want you to be on your bed, naked. Use your big electric powered vibrator, I want to catch you in the middle of an orgasm when I come into your bedroom. And one more thing, I want you to be blindfolded."
"How will I know it is you?"
"Does anyone else have a key"
"Just my mother," she said.
"Would it be embarrassing if she came in and found you in bed with your vibrator running," I asked rhetorically. "You know I might be bringing another guy with me, just pick some random guy on the street and give him the key. I promise a surprise, I'm not going to tell you what, but have your legs spread and be ready to get fucked."
I could hear the vibrator and her moans when I opened the door. It didn't take long for me to get into the gorilla suit with full head mask, hand and foot gloves. The bottom zipper of the suit was open and my cock was poking out; hard and ready.
I stopped at the doorway to admire the scene. She was laying on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor and legs spread wide. All she had on was a scarf wrapped around her head as a blindfold. The vibrator was actually a body and back massager. The handle was at least a foot long with an electrical cord out of one end and a hockey puck shaped massager on the other end. With the kind of direct clit contact she is fond of this machine can trigger instant and intense orgasms with Allison.
She must have heard me because she switched the massager off and laid it to the side when I approached the bed. Trying my best to not let the hairy legs of the gorilla suit touch her legs I plowed into her with one thrust. I started shallow pumping into her wet pussy and she moaned and moved her hips with my thrusts.
"OK, I know this is not Brad in me right now," she said, "this dick is much bigger, but I'm guessing Brad is here watching. Is that the surprise?
I didn't answer, just started pumping harder and deeper.
"Whoever you are," she responded, "you have a nice dick and you know how to use it."
When I didn't respond again she said, "OK, now what is going on?" She moved her hands to my hairy hips, then up my side and chest and said, "What the fuck?" Before I could grab her hands she pulled the blindfold off, looked up at me and repeated, "What the fuck? You bastard. I'm being ravished by a beast. Ravish me you hairy ape."
That was all the encouragement I needed as I started pounding into her in earnest. I grabbed her nipples with the rubber gorilla hands and squeezed as well as I could. With both hands I lifted her ass up off the bed and pumped hard and deep into her.
"Now I'm sure you are not Brad," she said. "He has a tiny dick and he never lasts this long." Of course I understood that she realized it was me and that was the reason she was telling the ape that Brad had a tiny dick.
I rolled her over and pulled her to her knees, she offered her ass as she said, "fuck me hard you hairy beast." I pounded her hard for a minute or two, but the zipper was rubbing against my cock and probably scratching her. It was time to get out of the gorilla suit.
She laughed even harder as I removed the suit, gloves first and then the rest of the suit except for the head mask. "So you are not a real ape, but you can't be Brad either, you have a huge dick."
"Bitch," I said with a laugh as I removed the head mask. "I'm going to fuck you with this tiny dick until you pass out."
