"You like me f.u.c.king your a.s.s, baby?"

"Yessss...."

While facing away from the door, Johnny runs his hand up her back, gently pushes her hair to one side, and plants a kiss on her neck.

I don't mean to stare, but seeing him plunge back and forth draws an answering response in me-after all, it's been two months since Theresa and I ended things. My c.l.i.t reacts, engorging with arousal to press against the seam of my tight shorts. The cotton panel of my underwear seems glued to my folds. I know I should shut the door and back away, but they don't know I'm here and a little peeking feels naughty.

The tips of my small b.r.e.a.s.t.s harden and rub inside my red tank top. I reach down to adjust the crotch of my jeans right as Carla comes up on her elbows. The movement allows her young lover to knead her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s and my own lips ache to kiss and suckle the rosy nipples on display.

"More, Johnny. Can you go deeper?"

In answer the singer rears back and grabs a small bottle of something from the desktop. "Let me slick up the base a bit and see if I can get more in."

He pulls out almost all the way. I can clearly see the large purple-red head of his c.o.c.k half submerged in her a.s.s. He squirts a little more lube on his length and ma.s.sages it around the girth. The young man tosses the bottle to the desk and eases his thick c.o.c.k back inside the bar owner.

"Oh yeah... that's it. G.o.d, I love a big c.o.c.k in my a.s.s."

Johnny reaches down and pulls the older woman back onto his d.i.c.k more fully, allowing her to control the depth. Raising her hips from the desk also allows him to slip a hand underneath her, to what I can only a.s.sume is to reach her c.l.i.t.

The motion of his hidden hand drives her into a frenzy and she places both hands flat on the desk to push herself deeper onto his c.o.c.k.

Dampness seeps from my panties and I can no longer deny how turned on I am by watching Johnny f.u.c.k this woman's a.s.s. I give up the fight and reach down to ma.s.sage my c.l.i.t through my clothing. A rustling whips my head around as Ginger comes down the hall.

I put a finger to my lips to silence her and she slides up next to me to peer in the office doorway. A small gasp escapes her, but the lovers are too enthralled with each other to notice us.

We watch together for a few minutes more. Spell bound with seeing Carla's c.l.i.t and a.s.s so expertly loved. Sweat has formed on Johnny's brow, like he's holding on to his own release to pleasure the bar owner even more.

My nipples fairly ache with their need to be touched. It takes all my willpower not to start masturbating in front of the fiery haired beauty standing next to me. Ginger glances in my direction, and my desire shines clear on my face.

She doesn't hesitate, but reaches out to skim a finger across one hardened peak straining against my tank top. An electric shock seems to shoot from my nipple straight to my crotch. I lean forward a few inches, to see what she has in mind.

Ginger's eyes go wide, but she meets my lips with her own, initiating the kiss. I break off and carefully shut the office door, antic.i.p.ation screaming through my veins.

Well, I'll never know if I don't ask.

"Want to go into the ladies room?"

Ginger's whisper is the s.e.xiest thing I've heard all week. "Yes."

I clasp the hand hovering over my breast and draw the young woman across the hall to the bathroom. The dim room, lit by the glow of streetlights, stands empty and quiet. I turn and pull the toned and curvy redhead into a loose embrace, barely touching her at all, giving her room to change her mind if she needs to.

Her soft, tequila-scented mouth hovers over my own. Perhaps the boldness she felt in the hallway is leaving her? But no, she leans in and places her lips against mine.

Ginger's curious pa.s.sion flares dramatically to life and she deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her nimble fingers pluck at the peaks of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pulling them and twisting them slightly.

A small moan escapes me; I hadn't antic.i.p.ated she'd be so bold.

She breaks our kiss to whisper against my lips, "Do you like that, Kimmie? My roommate and I experimented a little our freshman year and she loved when I played with her nipples."

I murmur my agreement, leaning in to kiss her soft mouth again. G.o.d, she tastes so d.a.m.n good. Our tongues tease and lick, we nibble on each other's lips, and our breath comes out faster as arousal builds.

Reaching up, I cup her fuller b.r.e.a.s.t.s through the thin material. She's wearing a lined pushup bra so I can't feel her hard tips. Ginger presses forward, eager to show me she likes what I'm doing. Her hips rotate with her growing excitement, skimming my own on each forward motion.

The s.e.xy guitarist ends the kiss again, but this time she reaches for the hem of my tank top. Cool air meets my middle as the fabric pushes up, exposing my palm-sized t.i.ts to her gaze.

"G.o.d, you're beautiful. I've wanted this since the day you moved in last month."

"I thought you liked boys." I say.

"I like s.e.x. I've just never been attracted to a girl before you."

Hmm... hope she isn't looking for anything long term, because I sure as h.e.l.l am not. Her mouth closes over one peak and my eyes close in ecstasy. A wet pointed tip tickles the end and heat caresses my goose b.u.mped flesh.

Fingers pull and tease my other nipple and I'm left cradling the young woman's head to my chest in two hands. One long pull on my areola, and a deep sucking into Ginger's mouth on the other, leaves my p.u.s.s.y drenched for attention.

"My turn," I say while gently pulling her away from my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I back the other woman up against the cold tile wall.

Ginger reaches up, pulls the deep neck of her tank top down, and pushes her bra cups down with it. The result points her aroused tips right at me, almost begging for me to kiss them.

Laving one with my tongue, I repeat her same pulling and twisting motion with my fingers to the other. I trace my free hand down her side and rest on her hip, testing to see how far she wants things to go here in the bathroom.

A delicate touch skims down my long hair, almost hesitant to hold me in place while I tease and suck.

"Oh... yes... that feels good."

Ginger's hips start to rotate again, issuing a silent plea for me to continue. I curve around to her front, and dip my hand down over her mound. The seam of her jean shorts rubs right over her c.l.i.t and the heat from her arousal feels moist.

I cup a palm over her p.u.s.s.y and gently lift. A moan rushes from her throat and a hand curls into my hair, drawing my mouth more firmly onto her breast. She pushes down on my hand, grinding onto my slight pressure exactly where she needs it.

"Please, Kimmie. Let me take off my d.a.m.n shorts."

I cease my attentions to her delicious t.i.ts and kiss her swollen lips. "No baby, not here. How about where I can get you comfortable and love you all night?"

Ginger's hands fly to the b.u.t.ton and zipper at her waist. "How about here and later, too?" she says with a smile.

A long scream rips through the air, followed closely by a loud male keening.

I rest one hand over hers while pulling her neckline back up to cover her gorgeous b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "They're done next door and Johnny will be looking to leave. I don't want to rush."

"d.a.m.n, I know you're right, but I'm so freakin' close to coming."

"And that's with your clothes on. Wait 'til I get you naked," I say while pressing her to wall and sliding my hands down and around to squeeze her firm a.s.s.

The door slams open, revealing Juanita squinting into the darkness. I quickly step back and thankfully we're both covered up.

"Holy s.h.i.t," the drummer squeaks. "You are not going to believe what I just saw next door."

"Oh, we know," says Ginger. "We watched them for a while then came in here to listen."

"d.a.m.n, he f.u.c.ked Carla good. I think I came just watching them at the end. Let's get home so I can crawl all over Freddie's c.o.c.k."

We share a mutual laugh; Juanita not realizing she wasn't that witty and Ginger and I are hopped up from our own adrenaline rush of s.e.xual excitement. The three of us head back to the main bar area to wait for Johnny.

Five minutes pa.s.s and he saunters down the hall with a relaxed look about him. None of us say a word as we pile into the van and head back to the house, each lost in our own private thoughts.

The taste of Ginger's skin still lingers on my tongue. I can hardly wait to get home and have her spread open on my bed all night. A warm hand slinks between my legs; Ginger and I opted to sit on the bench seat for the ride home and it looks like she's still raring to go.

She takes three fingers and lays them flat against my heated mound. A gentle circling ratchets my arousal back up to furnace level and my musky arousal fills the air near us. I decide two can play at the same game and I slip my own hand between her legs.

I whisper my desire, "You wait 'til we get home."

Book Description: Candy thinks ordering her lovers to do what she wants will keep her heart safe and leave her in charge of her own destiny. Not surprisingly, her s.e.xual experiences fall flat and she continues to search for more.

Tommy, one of her co-workers, has been hot for the s.e.xy blond for months. He's bound and determined to convince her he's the one she's been searching for a even if she believes a fellow accountant would make a boring bedmate.

Can the two come together to unlock Candy's s.e.xual awareness or will her own fears push Tom away?

Warning: This story contains explicit s.e.x with an introduction to bondage (blindfolds, gags, spanking, tied down with scarves, and handcuffs). For mature readers 18 and over only.

More Than Tolerable

Chapter One.

Tom Bodies press up against Candice, shoving her closer to the bar as she tries to leave the stool. I reach an arm out to protect her from the worst of the crush. "Candy, let me see you home. You shouldn't try to make your way alone."

Her buzzed smile and feeling-no-pain expression is a sure sign we should have had dinner when the bartender offered us menus an hour ago.

"No worries, Tom. I'm good," she stumbles a bit and lands face first into a meaty looking guy. The grin on his face shows he's not angry at her slip. "My, you're big," she says while pushing blond hair out of her face. "Want to help me get a cab?"

The large man opens his mouth to respond then catches sight of the nasty look on my face. "Maybe next time, sweetheart."

I nod my thanks to him while trying to steer my more than tipsy co-worker out of our department's favorite after work bar.

"But, Tom," she whines, "he looked hot. Lemme get his number."

"You'll thank me later, Candy."

The cool fall air smacks into us both, jolting me with a little much needed wake me up. Hopefully, it will have the same affect on my fellow accountant. "But, he looks like a real man," she says. "Not some numbers crunching sod like us."

I try to ignore the brush of annoyance I feel at being lumped together in a category of "non-real men" because of my chosen profession. "Yeah, and I'm sure he'll call you in the morning, too."

"Not fair, Tom. Last guy I picked up called me." I hail a taxi and pour us both in. "But he turned out to be dumb." She snorts at a memory while I tell the cabbie her address. In the ensuing silence she whispers, "He called me the wrong name during s.e.x."

I resist the urge to shake her for her stupidity. I know first hand she has a solid mind and a sharp wit. It's the alcohol getting to her, but it's getting to me too, and the mere mention of s.e.x has my c.o.c.k growing in my suit pants. She settles snug against my side, hugging my arm. "Tom, have you been working out?"

Her grasping fingers ma.s.sage my bicep through my jacket, "I've always worked out, Candy." I try to pry them off but she squeals and makes to tickle me. Bad move. Her quick hands graze my swollen d.i.c.k and she freezes.

"Tom, do you want me?"

I suppress the sigh aching to burst forth. I've wanted Candy from the moment we teamed up on the Stringer account six months ago, but had to wait for the right time. And partially drunk is not the right time. "Candy, let's just get you home. We've both been drinking and I don't want us to do anything we may regret later."

She nips playfully at my ear, "How could I possibly regret fooling around with you? We could be friends with benefits. Wouldn't that be cool?"

"While the idea sounds excellent, I'm not so sure it ever works for people."

Her previously frozen hand is now mobile, stroking my c.o.c.k through the fabric. Dear G.o.d, are we almost at her building? I've go to get her off me and out of this cab before I come in my pants.

"We could make it work, Tom." She pulls her hand from my p.r.i.c.k and turns my face to hers for a kiss, "We could try."

The taxi lurches to a stop, breaking the spell a mere moment after our lips touch. I fish out the cash to pay the driver, deciding to walk her to her door. Maybe we could make this work. I admit I want more from her, this might be a good start.

She grabs my hand and playfully drags me past her doorman. I nod at the man, feeling a s.h.i.t eating grin spread across my features. "Come on, Tommy," she slurs, "let's go have some dinner at my place."

The walk through the lobby doesn't cool our heat and the moment the elevator doors whisk shut Candy is on me like a tick on a dog. Her full mouth crushes mine and manicured nails rake through my hair.

"G.o.d, Tommy, I'm so freakin' hot right now. Want to do it here in the elevator?"

"As good as that sounds, I don't think we should."

"Pfff... you're no fun, Tommy." She reaches for my zipper and has my c.o.c.k out in her hot little hand before I can grab her wrist. The elevator pings and the doors slide open ten floors shy of her level. I wrap my arms around my curvy, drunken coaworker and pin her to me, not wanting the older man who just stepped in the car to see my d.i.c.k hanging out.

He glances at us briefly then stands to the other side. Dressed in workout gear, it's safe to a.s.sume he's going to the gym on the penthouse floor.

Candy giggles but shoves my c.o.c.k back in my pants and zips me. The rasp of metal on metal brings a sharp look from the man, but his head darts straight ahead ignoring us.

We finally arrive at Candy's floor and rush off the elevator. Adrenaline floods my body and I swear, if she asks, I'm going to go in and f.u.c.k this h.o.r.n.y woman senseless.

"Tom? Want to come in?"

I move behind her while she's jiggling her key into the lock and wrap myself around her slight frame. Planting kisses along her neck, I give the only answer my fired up body will allow. "I'd love to."

The moment the door closes behind us it's a mad dash to see who can get their clothes off faster. Glimpses of black underwear and toned limbs whir through my alcohol fogged brain.

Candy giggles while stumbling to her bedroom. She switches on the bedside light and tosses me what she thinks is a s.e.xy smile, but looks more like a slight sneer. "Come and get me, Mr. Super Accountant."

I hesitate in the doorway. My body rages to barrel forward and take her up on her offer before she changes her mind, but my big head gets the best of me. "Are you sure, Candy? You want to take this step?"

She reaches down between her legs and starts to finger f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y. "If you aren't interested, I'll do it myself." I approach the bed, a determined expression on my face. "Good boy, I knew you'd come around."

Climbing across the mattress, I crawl on my hands and knees to cover her lithe form. Her hips thrust up to meet mine and grasping hands pull me down. "Now, Tom. I want you now."

"Whoa, slow down. We need protection."