“And you haven’t had a sly wank over Barbara before? You haven’t fantasised about slipping her a length of that hot young cock? C’mon dude, look at her!”
Shit, there’s no going back now — he’s opened the floodgates here. The way he referred to my “hot young cock” sent a delicious tremor through me — maybe Jeff wasn’t out of my reach?
“Well, I…” I couldn’t quite get the words out, but Jeff laughed anyhow — assured that, yes, I did indeed enjoy masturbating to our boss.
In silence, we both watched Barbara powering through the water, admiring her stamina — the two of us crowding the little window for a better view.
My prick was standing straight up at this point and Jeff’s hand moved rhythmically under his towel. I wished he would just drop the fucking towel so I could get a look at his dick. The exquisite thrill of being so close to a beautiful man in a state of arousal suddenly derailed when I considered the next steps we might be making. If something happens here, he’s going to see MY dick — he’s going to see how woefully small it is — he’ll probably laugh at me — he might tell someone — Barbara might found out! Fuck, this is all happening too fast and now Barbara is climbing out of the pool and walking serenely, majestically, towards the sauna.
“She’s coming Jeff!” I yelped.
“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Jeff countered, as I leap back onto my seat and attempt to compose myself.
Jeff, in contrast, sat with his legs wide, his impressive erection proudly evident beneath his towel. He clearly had no intention of trying to hide it – he wanted her to see.
“You’re mad!” I muttered under my breath, fully snapped out of this risky delirium by the prospect of being caught behaving inappropriately with colleagues on a work trip — this was the sort of thing that ends people’s careers.
“Oh hello! Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Barbara chuckled as she slipped into the sauna, giving her blonde pixie-cut a quick dry with her towel while she closed the heavy door behind her.
“Have a seat Barbara, don’t mind us.” Jeff motioned for her to sit.
By the glow of the hot stones, I could make out the moisture pearling on her thighs as she squeezed between the two of us. My pulse raced and I smiled meekly at her.
“This is cosy innit? Nice to have the place to ourselves and not having to share with those miserable bleedin’ gits.” She tilted her head to the steam room and its aged occupants. I loved her unpolished East London accent — to a puny, middle-class nerd like me, she was like a warrior queen.
Suddenly she sat up straight, then stood, as if to make an exit.
“Oh my God, I’m so daft — I’m intruding, aren’t I? I’m sorry if you guys were… you know?”
“We weren’t doing anything!” I blurted.
“Really? Oh, okay… it’s just thought I detected a bit of tension when I came in… I see the way Jeff checks you out, I’m not blind you know!”
What? This is getting out of hand now – Jeff checks ME out?
“I can just leave you guys to it… if you’d like…” She offered.
Okay, time to reappraise the entire situation. Barbara was now clearly signalling her willingness to stay and be complicit in whatever it was she thought we might be doing. This was escalating way too fast.
“Actually, we were just discussing how hot you are Barbara.” Jeff ventured, nonchalantly.
At that moment a great hiss erupted as Barbara ladled a big spoonful of water from the wooden bucket onto the fiercely hot stones, as if to illustrate Jeff’s confession.
“Jeff!” I protested.
“You cheeky bleeders! You could get in a lot a trouble for saying that sort of thing boys.” She responded lasciviously — raising both hands to her face in a display of mock outrage, clearly eager to inflame the situation.
“We might have made ourselves a bit over-excited thinking about getting our cocks in your mouth.” Jeff drawled, his hand slipping back under his towel.
I just stared at him, open-mouthed, yet something in his confident, assured tone suggested Barbara and Jeff were already intimately acquainted.
“You did, did you? And how excited did YOU get, young feller?” Barbara purred to me, beginning to lift my towel.
I flinched, my whole body tensing as her hand hovered so close to my hard little dick.
“Come on, don’t be a tease — you can’t get a lady all worked up and then leave her disappointed…” she pouted, looking coquettishly into my eyes, biting her bottom lip in an exaggeratedly suggestive fashion.
“I do hope I’m not going to be disappointed.” She continued.
I just stared blankly, amazed that this attractive woman was focussing her sexual attention on me. She had beautiful features, a strong jawline, shapely cheekbones, and a gorgeous aquiline nose. Almost automatically, I moved my towel aside. The fabric of the white Speedos stretching against my knob.
“Well, get it out then…” Barbara directed, thrilling me beyond words with her dominant tone.
“Let’s see what you’ve got. What have you got for Aunty Barbara?”
Reluctantly I popped my Speedos aside and let my diminutive manhood stand free. This was the point of no return. I was resigned now, to having my hidden shame made public and losing what little self-respect I still had. Jeff was peering over her shoulder, his eyes boggling as he hurriedly tugged his own wet briefs down his muscular thighs. Barbara seemed shocked by what she saw.
“Oh!” She reacted, her voice instantly devoid of excitement — replaced instead by frustration and dismay.
“How very… small!” Barbara giggled after a gruelling silence, measuring my penis against her little finger. I felt physically sick.
“Is that really as big as it gets?” She questioned.
If my face wasn’t already red from the sauna’s heat, it just turned a deep shade of crimson.
I nodded, wordlessly.
“Have you ever actually had sex before?” She demanded.
“Not yet.” I admitted, feeling my eyes sting as tears welled in my eyes, and I prayed that these would be hidden by the dim light inside the sauna.
I felt so ashamed confessing my virginity to this experienced, worldly woman, but at the same time, more excited than I’d ever been in my life. A large bead of clear precum appeared on the tip of my dick, then lazily rolled the short trip down my shaft.
“Here, have a look at this Jeff, he’s in a right old state… his poor little winkle is bursting!” The more she ridiculed my penis, the harder it got. I felt as if I could ejaculate without even being touched.
“I can see…” Jeff panted, masturbating firmly as Barbara waggled my dick between her fingers like an inconsequential toy.
“I don’t want to be rude love, but I’m not sure what I can do with this ridiculous little specimen. Jeff here fills my holes right up with his enormous wang, don’t you, my darlin’? This sorry excuse for a cock won’t even touch the fucking sides, mate.”
Jeff could only watch, speechless in his excitement, beating himself off harder and harder as the action progressed.
“Well, we might as well make the most of it… what little there actually is of it…” She sighed, dejectedly, and after lowering its straps, shrugged her large tits free of her wet swimming costume and took me in her mouth.
A dazzle of sensations rippled through me, and I gingerly caressed Barbara’s pendulous right breast and I felt her nipple — sticking out large and hard under my thumb. Her tongue rolled around my bell-end once or twice and without warning, an enormous jet of salty cum shot across her lips. Fuck! Three or four more great helpings of spunk leapt across her chest and into her surprised face — she positively swooned at the amount I’d produced.
“Jesus! For such a laughable, shrimp-sized little willy, you cum like a fucking bull you filthy cunt! Look at this fucking mess. It’s all over my tits Jeff! I ought to make him lick it all up!”
“You should do.” Jeff commented.
“Sure.” I offered, and she sent Jeff an approving glance, clearly pleased with my willing subservience.
“Oh Jeff, that was really fucking tasty, you should have a try… because it’s so tiny, you can easily get the whole fucking thing in your mouth.” She continued.
“Oi! Don’t miss any, you grubby sod – you’ve been a dirty little shit and now you have to clean up Aunty Barbara, or else she’ll squeeze your bollocks so fucking hard you’ll never cum again… Which would be a shame.”
My mind was racing as I worked my tongue across her spunk-sodden belly, then her boobs, swallowing my own still-warm semen. So, I can reasonably assume that Jeff is bisexual — and they’ve at least discussed sucking cocks together before? Have they’ve staged this whole thing for their own gratification? What are they playing at? And Barbara is some sort of Domme? I suddenly felt used, but what an incredible orgasm, my sperm was still seeping from my shrunken pecker. I’ve finally had my first sexual experience and it’s been unbelievable.
I found another splodge of cum on her neck and then checked her face for more of my wandering ejaculate. The last of it had landed on her chin. My lips moved over the stickiness and met hers. She kissed me hungrily, her pupils dilating in pleasure as she sucked my tongue into her mouth with a breathy moan — then broke off.
“Did you enjoy that little display, Jeff?” She asked.
“Uh-huh…” he managed to respond.
“‘Little’ being the operative word in his case.” She joked, motioning towards me.
Barbara wiggled aside slightly and for the first time I could see Jeff in all his naked glory. Oh fuck, his body was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. And his cock stood out long and thick, just like a porn star. He was wanking it slower now and the whole length was glistening with precum. I just wanted to taste him. I didn’t feel shame anymore. I didn’t even care about the size of my penis anymore. I just wanted his cock. I shuffled forward and took part of the tip between my lips. There was no way I could take much of this in my mouth and I stroked him hard and steady, working my mouth as best as I could, recalling how they do it in porn videos, taking care not to let my teeth graze against his pulsing, urgent dick.
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