Sex at Work Ch. 01

As part of the ground-crew team that checked in passengers for the airline she worked for, she met a variety of people, both passengers and colleagues. She was already 39, married, two teenage kids. Since her husband got out of prison, he had turned over a new leaf, and she decided to give him yet another chance. This time it seemed everything was working out. Ishmael was a responsible husband and father now, and he had totally quit drugs. But for Mastura, although things were going her way now, there was an emptiness she felt. She was immune to the life's ups and downs, and it took a lot to give her a thrill. It took something different.

She had been born the sexiest and most attractive among three sisters - fair complexioned, a curvaceous figure, well-endowed breasts, and a face that made any man want to give her a cum-bath. Though she came from a conservative family, she had learned over the years that it was possible and productive to lead a hidden life that was private, away from the scrutiny of others, one that allowed her to explore beyond the usual boundaries. A life that shut even her husband out, not just her family.

So when the young couple who were her colleagues invited her back to their place that afternoon after work, she decided to go. She had observed them a long time, the newly-weds, who appeared to have an open marriage. Mastura wished her husband would condone an open marriage too. But he was always possessive, like the others. She did not want to grow old and miss out on the joys of adventurous sex. She saw how her daughter had such an exciting life, and she knew the teenager was promiscuous too, but she was not about to put her daughter through the same restraints she had undergone during her childhood.

So the three of them hailed a taxi after work and made their way to the couple's apartment. Rohana and her husband Taufiq were just in their mid-twenties, and were a fiery, passionate young couple that wanted to have a good time. They flirted with her, and she with them. She knew that when it came to members of the same culture, communication was much easier and many things needn't be explicitly expressed, you just knew what each was about or where they were coming from when they gestured or implied a particular point. The hint was clear, Rohana was bi, and she wanted to share her husband with a matured experienced married woman like Mastura.

As the three of them squeezed in the back seat, they giggled playfully, filled with heat and excitement about what was to follow later. Mas, as she was usually called in short, had made it clear that if she was to indulge, the couple were to respect her privacy forever, and never to expect more than she could give. None of the women used birth-control, and they did not believe in condoms either. They believed in raw, explicit, no holds barred sex.

Mas had often confided in Taufiq about her likes and dislikes in bed. She told him how large Ishmael - her husband - was, and what he was good at and what he wasn't. She had accompanied him one to a secluded staircase area at an emergency exit in the airport, where she jerked him off and let him ejaculate between her thighs. She did not wash it off, but continued to work her shift with her thighs covered in dried semen. On another occasion, she had exchanged panties with Rohana in the ladies' washroom, just for the fun of it. When Ishmael fucked his wife Rohana that day and found she was wearing an unfamiliar pair of undies, he asked about it; when told what she did with Mas, he got wild. His wife told him to imagine he was fucking Mas, and it turned her on too. The next day, when having one of their naughty conversations with Mas, she confided in the older woman that she allowed her husband to pretend he was fucking the latter the previous night. Mastura was curious and eager to know the rest of the story, but lunch break was over.

The taxi arrived at the couple's place and Taufiq paid the fare. Mastura looked around nervously as she followed the couple to the lift-landing. The last thing she wanted was to be spotted by the countless number of acquaintances she had in the vicinity, those who knew her or her family. But secretly she knew it was a provocative thought - carrying on a double-life like this with such risk. Her cell-phone rang. Her husband called to ask if she had reached home. She said she was going to the supermarket with a female friend to get groceries, after which she was visiting her mom. Then her daughter called from school to ask if Mas was buying takeaway dinner home. Mas told her to call her dad.

Upon entering the flat, the couple wasted no time in leading her to the master bedroom, but Mas said she wanted to use the toilet first to piss. And she gleefully told them she wanted to watch them fuck first, before participating. Ishmael said they'd both join her in the bathroom. They needed to piss too, so as not to disrupt their session in bed because of a full bladder. But Rohana had other ideas. Still in uniform, she pushed the older woman on the bed, taking her by surprise, and pounced on her, straddling Mastura's stomach and pinning her hands high above her head.

"What if I prevent you from pissing?" Rohana asked, wickedly smiling down at her prey.

"Then I'd have to do it right here, and it will drench your uniform as well as mine!" Mas responded, but relenting to the younger girl's grip.

"So be it!" Rohana said.

"Yup. Go ahead!" Ishmael watched.

"Your bed will be hard to clean!" Mas retorted.

"Who said we need to clean it?" Ishmael shot back. He moved to the edge of the bed where Mas' legs were dangling over. Rohana started bouncing her ass lightly up and down on Mas' tummy.

"Don't! I need to pee!" Mas warned.

Ishmael pushed his colleagues knees apart. He rubbed his hands up her blac-stocking covered thighs. There was no objection from the older woman. Rohana had lowered her face to kiss Mas on the mouth, her tongue darting between the smiling lips. "These lips suck your husband's cock..." She whispered in Mas' ears, causing Mas to tingle all over, her pussy getting wet. Rohana wanted to kiss the pair of experienced seasoned lips. It made her feel more matured, more able somehow. A thought flashed through her mind that she was Ishmael's wife, not Mas. She had met Ishmael at a company part once. She wished she could see the well-built, older man's cock, the cock that had full access to the bitch pinned on the bed now.

"Are you going to lick her?" Rohana turned her head to ask her husband.

"I am removing her stockings." He said, rolling the fabric from the waist band downwards and pulling the stretched material off his colleagues legs. He admired every inch of what he saw. He loved her feet, her fresh looking unpainted toe nails. He lifet a foot and brought it to his nose as he knelt on the carpet. He held it carefully with both hands and began kissing her sole. Then he ran his tongue up her sole, and in-between her toes. He felt the vibrating movement of his wife gyrating her hips on Mas' abdomen.

Rohana was pressing her buns down hard on her prey. The smile had disappeared from the woman's face, as Mas looked up at her captor with a fervid look, lips parted, as if challenging the younger girl to take her on any way she pleased. Rohana brought Mas' arms down so that she could pin them with her knees instead. She then unzipped her skirt, brought it out over her head and threw it to a corner. Then she removed her uniform-blouse too, revealing her laced white bra and size 36 tits. Mas had larger breast without a doubt, 38s. Mas suspected what she was about to do, but wondered how she was going to remove her stockings and undies while still in that position of control. To her surprise, Rohana began ripping her stockings at the seams of her crotch. She tore them off patiently. Then pulling her cream-coloured panties at the crotch to one side, she straightened her body forward and brought her hairy pussy to Mas face, urging the woman to eat her.

This was Ronana in her natural spicy state, unwashed, pungent, and delicious, the way they all liked it. Without hesitation Mas took a mouthful of cunt and tasted the younger girl. She used her lips to pull on Rohana's labia. The latter responded, gyrating her hips and roughly rubbing her cunt on Mas' face. Down between Mastura'a legs, her panties had been removed courtesy of Taufiq. He was kissing her upper thighs, tasting every inch of her limbs, and she knew where his final destination was.

As she was being consumed by another woman's husband, she herself was eating his wife, a daisy-chain. Images of her husband flashed through her mind, and she felt herself getting wetter. She enjoyed the thrills of crossing boundaries, she new that once embarked upon, there would be no turning back. Rohana's juices were oozing out all over her face now. She had done a few other women before, especially her single female tenant who had moved into her place after going through a divorce too. And when her husband was released from prison, she had surprised him by getting the tenant into a threesome with him to make up for the his deprived years behind bars. He had enjoyed that, asshole, but he would never condone swinging.

Mas moaned aloud when she felt Taifiq's tongue penetrate her crack! His thumb was manipulating her clit, and he was pushing a finger into her rectum. She parted her thighs further for him, letting him have her completely. Under such circumstances she belonged completely to this couple and her marital vows were null and void. Even if Ishmael were to somehow walk in on them now, her loyalty was to them, because the context within which she is found would be beyond the reach of her marital obligations. Taufiq stabbed her cunt incessantly with his tongue. He could see his wife now bucking her hips into their guest's face, her ass-cheeks spread apart by the position she was in. It was time to move them up the bed so he could be comfortable.

So they shifted, but his time he lied down in the middle, and Mas got down by his waist, resting on her side, to pay homage to his young impressive prick. She pulled it's tip against a nipple, and rubbed them together. Then she kissed his balls, his inner thighs, and buried her face into the area between his balls and anus. She tongued him, and received the cooperation of Rohana, who sucked her husband's dick while their colleague worked on his sticky scrotum. She dug her fingers into his flesh, and he squirmed. Her eyes met Rohana'a, and they brought their mouths closer towards each other, gripping Taufiq'a cock-head in between, so that their tongues met when twirling around the glossy tumescence. Mas had his scrotum cupped in her palm, and lifted his sac for Rohana to feed on. She licked his pre-cum, and admired the beauty of another man's phallus. His veins showed, and she squeezed his shaft. If he was to last for the two of them, she had to keep him from reaching his peak now.

Rohana reached over her husband and nudged her friend's shoulder, urging her to lie back.

"Thanks", said Rohana, "It's time he had you."

Lying back , she found Rohana guiding her husband to mount her. Kneeling by her side, Mas looked at both of them, and parted her thighs invitingly. Rohana massaged her friend's breast, admiring the size and fair skin surrounding her areolas. Then Mas reached down and used her fingers to spread apart her labia, so that he could penetrate her without delay. As soon as he was inside her, she squeezed her vaginal-muscles, embracing him in her lovingly. He pumped. She rested the soles of her feet on the back of his knees, a gesture which to her bore the significance of a woman totally submitting, in reliance of a man she considered her owner for now. She wanted to look into his eyes as they fucked. He went deep into her, till his penile tip met the mouth of her cervix. Rohana was kissing his chest encouragingly. She lost the need to pee a long time ago. She was filled with a different sensation now.

Then her friend kissed her, both husband and wife taking turns to kiss her, their tongues taking turns to invade her mouth. Then the three brought their faces together, their tongues lashing out at one another. Sweat formed on their bodies, but it made it all even more erotic. She came again and again, his tool was large, his energy turbulent. His balls slapped against her ass as he thrust in and out of her. She felt Rohana's hands exploring all over her, fingers sticking into her crevices, her ass-hole, her mouth. Then Rohana mounted her face, lowering her pussy for Mas to eat, forming a pyramid with Taufiq as husband and wife now used her totally. She formed the foundation, the common prey that was shared in an animalistic fashion. Using her fingers, she opened Rohana, looking deep into the girl's sex, the raw pink flesh, and began licking, sucking, and swallowing. Then suddenly, Rohana pushed downwards, pressing her cunt hard against Mas' face, causing the latter discomfort; Taufiq was pressing himself deep into her too, after hooking the back of her knees over his elbows to lift her legs. She sensed his cock quivering inside her, and the gushing loads flooding her insides. She tightened around him, urging him to cum to the last drop.

When he was spent, he fell on her, their mouths locked in a kiss like his wife was not there. She felt him panting into her mouth, and she asked him if it was nice. He jokingly asked if he could take her as a second wife, promising the three of them would fuck every night till they died of old age. It was a tempting thought. But she did not have to marry him to do that. Rohana lowered her face to Mas' crotch and took her husband's cream covered cock into her mouth to clean his shaft with her tongue. She ran her tongue down her girlfriend's crack too, lapping up all the excess ejaculate that sipped out.

"My God! What if I get pregnant!" Mas exclaimed teasingly. The fact was that the three knew, as far as their culture was concerned, a pregnancy was sacred regardless the circumstances under which a woman conceived. To many birth-control was a sin, and an abortion even more so. They'd rather face the consequences shamelessly and a child coming forth into the world was redemption. Adoption and having more than five children was a common phenomenon in their community.

"Are you fertile?" Taufiq asked, smiling down at the two women as his wife continued to eat away at their guest's juicy cunt.

"Of course I am!" Mas responded gleefully.

"Just store my hubby's semen inside you bitch!" Rohana joked

They took a break and joked around for a while, Taufiq and his wife lighting a cigarette each, persuading Mas to join them. Though she did not smoke, she shared one with Rohana, who fed the butt stained with dried semen between her colleague's lips. They talked about sex, and their respective erogenous zones, teasing one another with jabs, pinches, tickles, and scratches. They asked their guest about her own marital sex life, and she kept no secrets, revealing all to her two lovers.

"So which husband is better endowed? Yours or mine?" Rohana asked.

"It's about the same, but I am having a fucking good time here more than with him cause I have you both to play with." Mas explained.

Well, why don't you get another woman to join the two of you?" Taufiq asked.

"Like your wife? Will you permit?" Mas asked.

"Of course! And next time it'll be a foursome dear!" Taufiq said.

"Taufiq's permission is not needed as to whom I fuck...I just fuck as I please and that's that!" Rohana asserted. "But I will inform him, it's only appropriate."

Deep down Mas envied the open marriage. She believed their marriage would last. Hers has, but for the wrong reasons apparently.

"You both have to understand, I could get another woman to join us, but if the guy, like my husband, is such a prude, thinking that only he has privileges, then even if he condoned a three-way with another woman, I could not bring myself to enjoy it, to feel free like I do with you two." Mas explained.

"So what you're really saying is that every woman should get a husband like mine!" Rohana laughed and moved on all fours to her husband to kiss him on the lips. Then she moved towards her girlfriend, brought her face up close to Mas, and stuck her tongue as far out as possible obscenely. Mas took it between her lips and sucked, giving rohana's tongue a blowjob.

"Mmmm...I didn't realize you had such a long tongue!" Mas quipped.

"Oh yeah? Want me to use it on you?" Rohana offered.

"I was hoping you'd ask bitch!" Mas said, then she lied back on the pillows near the headboard and spread her legs apart. "And Taufiq, don't be shy, come share my twat with your wife love!"

Both husband and wife moved in, side by side, between the vacant space between Mas' thighs. "Yeah baby, suck my cunt!" Mas encouraged enthusiastically. "You may not have me to fuck again for a couple of days, or even weeks!"

Rohana stuffed three fingers into her friend's sex, and Taufiq screwed his middle finger into the dark pinkish brown anal crevice, forcing it all the way in. Mas squirmed, her urge to pee returning, and now she felt like releasing her bowels with the insertion of a finger in her ass. She told them about it.

"Mas?" Rohana called.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you pee?"

"What? Right here?"

"Yes, here, now." Taufiq said.

"You are mad!" Mas said. She had never practised watersports with anyone her entire life. Not even with Ishmael her husband. She had shared a bathroom with her husband, showered together, and watched one another piss. But to intentionally do it for pleasure, to soak one another in the liquid, or to consume it, had never been part of her sexual repertoire.

"Do it!" Rohana instructed.

"Hey! You want me to soil your mattress?" Mas asked.

"We have a rubber sheet beneath the bed sheet. Leave that to us! Just fucking piss!" Taufiq almost pleaded.

What happened next surprised the mother of two. Rohana locked her lips around her clit area, planting them firmly against Mas' pubic mound, ready to let any piss gush into her mouth. "Are you fucking sure?" Mas asked.

But before Mas could get an answer, piss flowed out of her, high pressure hot frizzy light yellow piss, gushing down Rohana's throat, filling her mouth; she moved off and Taufiq took over, both of them trying to waste as little piss from the older woman as possible. Stray jets had soaked Rohana's fringe and her eyes, and cheeks, trickling down to her neck. Taufiq's finger was still in her ass, and it may her piss more than was expected. Husband and wife gargled and swallowed the urine, aroused by the thought that this fountain of liquid came from a source they lusted for, from the core of this 39 year old married woman and mother of two. It was as precious as spring water, or mineral water, that flowed down a rapid, from a source deep within. She fondled her own breasts, eyes closed, then opened again to look down at her lovers simultaneously consuming a part of her never consumed by anyone else.

Rohana tantalized her by using her finger to tap on Mas' pee-hole, like a stopper, killing the flow then releasing it, then killing it again, so on and so forth.When she had spent every drop of hot piss, the couple got up, stood over her, positioning themselves. But rohana went a step further. From a bed side table she retrieved a plastic funnel that could be purchased from any décor-shop for the purpose of pouring kerosene from a big drum into a bottle. Taufiq has elevated Mas' hips high up with three pillows. He pushed Mas' knees back over her shoulders, and carefully inserted the funnel into her twat.

Rohana came over, squatting over the mouth of the funnel. She pryed open her labia, and began releasing jets of her own hot piss into the funnel, letting the pungent liquid stream all the way into Mas' cunt. Sensing her frien's personal supply of piss fill her till it flooded the entrance of her cervix, Mas climaxed. Taufiq stood above both the women, aimed his dick on one then the other, and drenched them in stray undirected piss. This was an act that saw Mas lose her composure as she came again and again, her fingers fiddling her clit. This was extreme, untested territory, and she wanted more. This was her starting point for her fetish for ppiss and watersports. She wanted to return the favour, to drink their piss as they had done hers. This symbolized an unprecedented level of sexual submission, a surrender of one's soul, one's privacy.