Fuck Buddies With Privileges Ch 04

Allison and Brad - Episode 4

Brad this is ¬¬¬Paul, Paul, Brad

March 5

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. In late November we got together and talked about getting too seriously involved with each other. At that time we both agreed in our wildly twisted way of thinking, that before we got together again we were going to have sex with another person. We got together just before Christmas and again for New Year's Eve and hadn't filled or "go fuck somebody else commitment" yet. At the end of January we went away for a ski weekend together and still neither of us had slept with a different partner. 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.

There are all sorts of relationships that one can commit to. Allison and I committed to a sex only relationship with no further romantic involvement. It hasn't been working out so well. The sex is amazing, we are doing a good job of spacing out our personal contacts with each other so that we are both able to devote time to our work lives, but our relationship has shown danger signs of becoming loving and caring. We have come up short on our pledge to have other sex partners so that we don't become too involved with each other.

Since we last got together five weeks ago I fulfilled my commitment to Allison. I went to a bar where I met a girl. After a few drinks and some casual groping she invited to her apartment to meet her cat. Nice cat, her pussy was nice too. The first round of sex was a B+ on her part and a B- for me, it went downhill from there. I made my excuses to leave early and left her not fully satisfied while my thoughts were with Allison. Neither of us bothered to offer to exchange phone numbers. At least I have a nasty one night stand story to share with Allison, if I embellish it a little we will both get turned on and have an A++ romp.

It is a Saturday afternoon in late winter, we both have been traveling too often during the last month. There hasn't even been time for phone sex. The day is dreary but I know things are going to heat up when I get to Allison's condo. I woke up late, well rested and with a solid anticipation erection that won't go away. As usual I use my key and let myself in to her condo at the exact time we agreed to meet. Also as usual I hear the buzz of her massager. Allison doesn't use a typical battery powered dildo, she uses an electric powered body massager. I hear the massager and her sexy moans coming from the open door to her bedroom. Following our established routine I undress quickly and head for the bedroom.

There she is in all her orgasmic beauty, sitting up straight and pushing her incredible perky breasts toward me. "B-B-B-But," I stutter to myself, there are hairy legs between her spread her legs and she is sitting on the man who is behind her, the massager is just laying on the bed buzzing, but she is clearly moaning in an advanced climax.

"Brad, this is Paul, Paul, Brad," she said by way of introducing me to the man who was fucking her, in the ass.

Paul released his grip on Allison's hips and held his hand out to shake, "good to meet you Brad," he said. I mumbled some sort of shocked sound back to him, my mind was racing in all directions, not quite able to form any words yet, but I did reach out and shake his hand.

"Join us," she said with an inviting smile.

Awkwardly I got on the bed and straddled Paul's legs with mine, face to face with Allison. We kissed passionately with our arms around each other. Her boobs were mashed against my chest, my cock pressed against the narrow strip of hair above her pussy, and my balls no doubt resting on Paul's.

"Surprised?" she asked as she slipped a hand between us and wrapped it around my cock. I was still speechless but my throbbing hard cock was all the communication she needed to know that I was excited about the situation.

We stared deep into each other's eyes and I'm sure she could read from my expression that I was incredibly pleased and excited about what she had arranged for me, she looked proud of herself for pulling this off.

"If you two love birds will stop adoring each other for a few minutes, we have some business to take care of," said Paul as he made a hip thrust and buried his cock even deeper into her ass, "fucking business."

Allison laid back on his chest and used her hands to pull her pussy lips open. Paul draped his hands over her tits, and I move forward, burying my cock into her pussy.

Coordination for a double penetration is a challenge, but at some point in the process not one fuck was given about keeping everything coordinated. The extra tightness is a source of heightened sensation, and the feel of another cock moving on the other side of a thin pussy wall is a stimulant of itself. With some time and practice I think I could climax just from the sensation of the other cock rubbing through the pussy walls. Allison did not need any practice and not much time before she was moaning, shaking, clenching and screaming as waves of climax took over her body. She didn't squirt, but her muscle clenching was quite a show and her verbalization, I hesitate to call it language, was awesome. Between the low growls and high squeals there were sometimes recognizable words and phrases like "cunt" or "cock in ass." But mostly it was just urgent moans and grunts. I outlasted Paul by about 30 seconds, but then he had a head start. Allison was well into double digit orgasm count by the time we both pumped our loads into her.

I pulled away, she rolled to the side of Paul and I lay on her other side while we all recovered. "I have cum leaking out of my ass and my pussy and I need a shower," she announced as she crawled over me. I followed her to the shower and Paul made his way to the shower in the guest bedroom. When we got out of the shower Paul was dressed and ready to leave which seemed odd until Allison explained that Paul is the boyfriend of one of her long time friends, he was just loaned to her for the day.

"So the two of you haven't had sex together until today?" I asked in surprise.

"Not until a few minutes before you arrived," explained Allison, "I was just keeping my promise to have sex with another man."

"I gotta run," said Paul, "my girlfriend is expecting me and she will want to know how this went. I know she is going to try to fuck me to death when she hears about how this worked out.

"Thanks for helping us out Paul," Allison said.

"Let me know if you need help with your girlfriend," I chimed in, "I owe you a favor."

Paul just shook his head in happy disbelief as he walked away, he just participated in a once in a lifetime group three way, and he got thanked for helping.

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Allison and I had some things to talk about. We had agreed that to keep our relationship from getting too serious we would both see other people, but neither of us were not living up to that commitment. So she decided to have sex with another man as she said she would, but she decided to do it while I was there and participating.

"For someone who is trying to keep this relationship strictly sexual, you are doing about everything possible to make me fall in love with you," I said, and somehow it seemed to make sense at the time.

"In love or in lust," she asked.

"Both," I answered quickly.

"Me too, but could we both tell ourselves that it is more lust than love at this point?" she asked and continued to explain why it was important to her. "I want to be your slut, but I don't want to be the company slut. My career is critically important to me. As you know if a man gets a public blow job his co-workers give him a high five. If a woman gets caught giving a blow job her professionalism and judgment are seriously questioned, her career advancement prospects are greatly harmed."

"You are my alternative lifestyle, the person I can cut loose and be a slut around. I get enormous personal and selfish satisfaction about getting nasty with you, I do crazy wild sexual things I've never done before and I come away feeling happy, fulfilled and good about myself. You are my reward for all those hours of working late, my compensation for days and weeks of sexual suppression. I feel safe with you and lately I get great satisfaction over pleasing you. It's not just me finding relief for my horniness anymore, the absolute best sex ever is when I'm getting what I need and at the same time giving you what you need as well."

When I asked why she was telling me all of that now she explained that it was because of what we had just done with bringing Paul into our relationship. She was sure that I would find it sexy, but not so sure she would enjoy it because she would be worried about word getting out about how slutty she acted. As it turned out, once she got two dicks in her at the same time she wasn't able to think of anything except how good it felt.

She asked me what my first thoughts were when I came into her room and found her in bed with Paul. I honestly confessed that I was more than a little taken aback, maybe some jealously flared up, but then I realized that she did it for me and that made me feel good.

"Just to show you how much I appreciate it," I said, "I'm going to go out to a bar tonight and pick up a girl, then bring her back to your place so we can both fuck her. Does that sound good?"

She gave me a long cold look and leaned over the table to me. As she put her hand on my crotch she kissed me and whispered, "you do and I'm going to rip your balls off." Then she assured me that when it was time for us to have a woman partner join us that she would make the arrangements.

"So are we good?" she asked, "I didn't cross any lines today in having Paul join us."

"We're good, my freak threshold is pretty high but I appreciate you trying to get there."

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We spent the night at Allison's place, movies and sex, sex and movies. We watched a porno and tried every position we saw. It was late when we fell asleep, tightly spooned together on her bed, my hand over her body and cupping a breast in my hand. We awoke mid-morning in exactly the opposite spooned position; she was pressed tight behind me with her hand over my body and resting on my chest. She pinched my nipple and woke me up, the second time she pinched I quickly rolled over and slapped her ass. She squealed, jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.

It was a beautiful day, bright and sunny. The forecast was for the warmest day since late October. We decided it was a day to take a road trip and I knew just the place, an old mill town an hour or two out in the country on some back roads. There is an excellent restaurant and winery there that I wanted to take her to for lunch.

We headed at out mid-morning in a glorious day, and after the dreary cold winter we had been experiencing it was even better. There was not a leaf to be seen on a tree anywhere, but the warm weather held the promise of a fresh spring. Driving and eating have become our two favorite times for conversation. Since we only see each other about once a month, and since the rest of our time together is usually spent having sex until we are so exhausted that we practically pass out, there isn't much other time to talk.

"This is what I want you to explain to me," I began, "how do you climax so quickly and so often? I feel like one hell of a stud when I get you into one of those orgasmic frenzies, but I know from every other woman I've ever had sex with that it isn't some kind of ultra sexual prowess that I have, it's you."

"Are you complaining," she deadpanned.

"Last night, the first time we fucked after we had been watching the porn movie, between the time the tip of my dick pushed between your pussy lips and the time I was buried all the way in you, you climaxed four times, I counted. Some day I'm going to slide it all the way in before you have your first orgasm," I bantered back.

"After we have been together for 20 years and the fire is gone out of our relationship I'll be able to hold off," she replied, "or slip it in me sometime when I'm sleeping, actually I would like it a lot if you started fucking me while I'm sleeping."

I knew she was making a joke about 20 years, but tears of happiness started forming in my eyes over the thought that we might grow old together. I assured her that it was going to take a lot more than 20 years to burn out this fire in me.

She took my hand in both of her hands, held them tight and said, "thank you." For the first time I saw a level of emotion in her that made it clear that we had crossed the line, or relationship was now more about love that lust, and the lust was still at an extremely high level.

She held my hand while we drove in silence for several minutes until I mentioned that she still had not explained how she managed to be so orgasmic. She explained that she had gotten into serial orgasms three or four times with another man a few years earlier, she squired once while a man was rubbing her off with his fingers, but she had never gotten even close to the level the two of us had repeatedly achieved.

She speculated, and I agreed that it was about the totally pre-meditated nature of our relationship, we were getting together for sex first and foremost, "first degree fucking," she called it. Usually we are both so horny that we can't think straight by the time we get together for our infrequent fuck sessions. We started doing the "start without me," thing where she gets naked in bed and starts using the massager before I even arrive, so she has had a few orgasms before I get my clothes off, by that time the frenzy has begun and it just keeps going.

Quickie sex is one of Allison's fantasies, and also one of mine. "What would you do," she asked, "if we were in a club and you went to the bar to get drinks, say it took a while to get them, and while you were gone another guy came by and hit on me. I let him know I was interested and we went off to the ladies room and had a quick fuck, when you got back with drinks I was sitting there freshly fucked and he was already gone? What would you do?"

"Would you tell me what happened, or would I figure it out myself?"

"I would tell you, it was really quick, I just opened his pants, sucked him hard in about 15 seconds, rolled a condom on him, lowered my jeans to my knees and bent over. He humped me hard for about two minutes before filling the condom, he pulled out I pulled up my jeans, he flushed the condom and pulled up his pants and we were gone in under five minutes."

"This isn't imaginary, you actually did that," I said as a statement, not a question.

"Of course I did," she said, "and what would you do if I told you about it when you came back."

I directed her attention to the front of my pants and said, "is there a wet spot there, did it soak all the way through?"

She put her finger on wet spot and said, "it's a little bigger than a golf ball, not as big as a baseball."

"Does the wet spot answer your question? I would drag you back to the ladies room for five more intense minutes and then go get another round of drinks to see if you would do it again."

"The jerk I was with called me a whore and left me sitting there, and that's why I'm falling in love with you, you horny bastard. You nurture my inner slut."

We found the little town we were looking for and we found the restaurant. The lunch didn't disappoint, even if I did have to walk into the restaurant closely behind her to conceal the wet spot on the front of my pants.

The work of a skilled chef stands out. No matter if it is a big name chef who spent years as an apprentice, or a grandmother who learned to cook from her mother and honed her skills while raising a family, a person in the kitchen with good skills and a passion for cooking transforms any meal into a feast. This restaurant had a girthy grandmother with a bandanna covering her thinning hair, but she could cook like a four star chef. She was the type who knew how to cook with real butter and intense but balanced spices.

The pozole rojo was amazing with deep and complex spices, the type of flavor that only emerges after hours of cooking and reduction. With a garnish of nappa cabbage, paper thin slices of red radish, lime, avocado and a whole green onion, the presentation was artistic enough to photograph and frame. The chicken salad sandwich was on restaurant made sourdough bread lightly toasted and with a slab of brie and thin slices of green apples. In addition to a perfect blend of spices there were cashews and pecans in the chicken salad. The chicken had obviously been cooked whole with hearty seasonings, I could pick out individual pieces of chicken and they were delicious. A bottle of the semi-sweet white wine from the adjoining winery was a perfect match. It wasn't a great wine; it was a great wine to drink. The day, the company, the food and the wine were all perfect.

After lunch we went for a short walk to a park on the river front. The river was narrow and clear with rocks jutting out of the water with the artistic randomness of a Japanese garden. We followed a trail along the river that led us up a hill and to an overlook on the edge of the river. We were in a garden of large weathered boulders, our feet inches from the precipice, the river was about 30 feet below and we were leaning back against a car sized rock with the warming sun in our faces.

With all the grace of a tobacco chewing ditch digger, Allison flung her head forward and launched a wad of spit over the cliff edge where it floated down to the river.

"How totally unladylike and crude of you that was," I said, as I launched my own spit glob out, over and down into the rushing water.

She put her hand over the front of my pants and asked, "do you have to pee, I could aim it out over the edge, that would be really cool to watch."

"Sorry, don't have to go right now."

"Actually I have something else in mind," she said as she opened my pants and pushed them down to my ankles, pausing as she stood up to do some wet and sloppy cocksucking. She stood up and we kissed passionately while I got busy opening her jeans and pushing down around her ankles as well. "I'm going to jerk you off and your cum is going to shoot out into the air and float down into the river."

I put my hand on her pussy and said "I'm going to rub your pussy until you squirt and it is going to shoot out so far it will land half way across the river."

She stepped out of her jeans and panties, kicked them to the side and leaned over to take me in her mouth again. She announced that she was going to do me first and started stroking my cock, picking up speed as she went, stopping occasionally to take me into her mouth or spit on my cock, at one point she pushed fingers into her pussy to coat them with more slippery girl lube.

It didn't take long to get me to the verge, "now, now," I grunted, she made a few more strokes and the first jet of cum shot out over the edge and disappeared down to the river below. The second blast also cleared the rock edge and floated downward. The third spurt landed on the rock, the fourth shot fell straight down to the pants around my ankles and Allison quickly squeezed and sucked the last dribbles. I leaned back against the big rock and she stood up and kissed me deeply. When I pointed out the cum on her cheek she wiped it off with her finger tip and put the finger to my lips.