The Magic Ball

intriguess

sexual catalyst
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I had terrible lower back pain, mainly from having big breasts. When I saw the magic ball advertised in a catalogue I thought it was too good to be true. I ordered it instantly and anxiously waited for it's delivery. The instructions were simply, bath, apply to the sore spot and the magic ball would massage until the tension was gone. I took a long shower and laid on my tummy on my bed. I played with the oddly warm blob before placing it on my lower back.

I purred myself to sleep and when I woke up the ball was gone. I cursed my luck as I dressed for work. My breasts seemed firmer today and there was no pain as I put my bra on. I rushed off to work and didn't give it a second thought until I got home and took a shower. My breasts were glistening even after I dried them off and when I laid down on my bed it felt as if they were being sucked and kissed all over. I lost track of time until the sucking sensation pulled a long overdue orgasm out of my poor body. I slept soundly and looked at the warning on the magic ball package.

it said remove immediately after use

I bite my lip as I dressed for work, not bothering with a bra as my breasts were full and firm without it, letting my now always hard nips to show through my simple white blouse.


I felt partly aroused all day and hoped my office mate didn't notice. We both hated our jobs, and I found myself undressing her all week as the magic ball moved it's way all over my body relieving tension wherever it went.

OOC

not positive where this will go other than her office mate catching her masterbating or noticing her hard nipples, or just smelling her arousal and they find a new way to earn money....
 
was looking at all my subscribed threads and weeding through those that are dead, and wanted to give this one a new life.
 
I don't see how you would fit in as I made this particular co worker female......though i suppose if you want to be another co worker that would be fine.
 
Mandy

It was lunch break and I could not take it anymore. I slipped off to the women's bathroom and darted in a stall. I wasn't quite sure where the magic ball had not been as it had spent part of this morning on my feet. It had seemed to get as thin as possible and be working on most of my body from my hips to my neck. It seemed to deliberately avoid my pussy, whether because of the hair or the moisture I did not know.

I was now yanking my panties down and did not care if I spent my entire lunch in here as I touched myself. It did not take long to cum but once there I needed more and more.
 
Ayanna Mills
30 years old
5'3, 110 lbs, small size b breasts. A black and asian coworker of Mandy's. Has always found her attractive, but wasn't sure if she would reciprocate the feelings.

IC:

I entered the bathroom in somewhat of a rush. I didn't want to be late from lunch break again. The damned kids needed to move faster in the morning and start remembering their lunches. This was the second time this week I'd had to miss my own lunch to run them something up to their school. God, this is just where I hoped my life would never be. Married for 8 years, 2 kids, and a boring, repetitive job. I wouldn't trade my husband for the world, but damn, it was getting boring. I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed my cream colored skirt over my hips and tugged on the hem of my matching jacket. I was about to head up to the office when I heard a muffled moan come from one of the stalls. I turned in that direction, and listened harder. There it was again. At first, I thought it might be someone in trouble, but that sounded more like a pleasure moan to me. I slipped my pumps off and padded in stockinged feet toward the stall I was sure it was emanating from. I stepped into the neighboring stall and carefully stood up on the toilet. Peeping over the divider, I was shocked to see Mandy. Her hands were buried between her thighs, and her head was tossed back, eyes closed in rapture. I could smell her heady feminine scent from up here. I breathed it in deeply, feeling my own pussy grow damp from the scene layed out before me. I must have made some noise, because, suddenly, her eyes flew open and we were suspended in time, staring into one another's eyes.
 
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Mandy

My eyes flew open to see her, oh my god she looked good, I had just been imagining her dark fingers. I can't believe she caught me mid orgasm and I felt my skin flush as I slowly straightened myself up. "Hi," I blurted out unable to believe she wasn't saying anything and unable to believe I'd spent my entire lunch break in the bathroom. I left the stall feeling shaky and I watched her moving in the mirror as I turned the water on to wash my hands. I saw her dark eyes in the mirro and how her lovely tongue darted over her lips.

"You won't tell will you?" I whisper my wet fingers held halfway out to her. She looked impeccable as always and I ached to do all sorts of naughty things to her. I blinked, half wishing she would take advantage of situation to blackmail me to please her and half thinking I should use the situation to reverse it back on her.
 
Ayanna:

I watched as she fumbled with her clothes, pulling them back into place. I didn't say anything as she stood at the sink, washing her hands, trying hard not to look at me. I knew she was embarrassed and I thought I'd draw it out for a minute, while I tried to figure out where to go from here.

When she extended her dripping hand to me, I made a quick decision. I flipped out my cell phone and dialed my boss's desk. When he answered, I told him some flimsy excuse about how my daughter was sick and that I couldn't come in for the rest of the afternoon. Not surprisingly, he was pissed. He wanted to have a meeting with me tomorrow. I said nothing, just hung up and tucked the phone back into my purse.

Mandy was watching me, a question in her eyes. My own black eyes flickered over her heaving breasts and I took a step forward. Grasping her hand in mine, I pulled her closer, so that our mouths were so close together that we could feel our breath on one another's lips.

"What do you want?" I whispered, my full lips brushing against hers as I spoke. "Tell me and it's yours."
 
Mandy

"I want to take the afternoon off, rip off your clothes and ravage you for the rest of the day." I whisper huskily drying my hands off and feeling ym breasts heaving against the silk of my shirt.
 
Ayanna:

I silently hand you the phone so you can make the call. After speaking with your boss, I take your hand and guide you out of the bathroom and down the hall toward the entrance of the building we work in. I lead you to my car and help you in, putting both of our handbags in the backseat. Climbing into the driver's seat, I start the engine and smoothly guide us toward my house.

"It's only a couple minutes away. My husband is gone for the night and my children are staying at my sister's. It was supposed to be my night alone, but, for you I can make an exception." I place my hand on the top of your thigh, my brown fingers making a sharp contrast to the creamy skin of your leg. I move it up slowly, brushing my palm ever so lightly over your flesh. Your thigh tenses under my hand, and I smile as I feel your reaction to me. Damn this is going to be good, I think to myself, pulling into my drive.
 
mandy

Her fingers felt incredible, I shivered in unbidden response as we pulled into her house. I had forgotten she had kids and the wedding ring glinted seductively off her finger. I wondered of all the things I could give her that he could not as I stepped out of her car. I longed for her in a way even I could not understand as we walked to her home. I breathed lightly on the back of her neck and whispered, "Nice place," before letting my lips brush her neck.
 
Ayanna:

I shivered as her lips brushed my neck, and I could barely fit the key in the lock I was trembling so badly. I finally opened the door and guided her into my home. I wondered what my husband would think if he were to come home and find me with another female? It was one of those things that I'd never told him about. Would it disgust him, or turn him on? All of these things were flashing through my mind as I guided her into the living room. I motioned for her to sit on my black leather couch and get comfortable.

I went to the small bar and poured us both a glass of my favorite wine. I carried the two glasses and the bottle back to the couch where she sat nervously. Handing her the drink, I sat beside her, one of my hands running through my hair.

"You ever done this before?" I ask, after taking a sip of my wine and setting the glass on the hardwood floor. I place my left hand back on her thigh, stroking it as I wait for her response.
 
Mandy

"I've only imagined it, and whenever I think about it, it's you I see." I smile as I say what I mean and slowly sip the wine feeling it tinge my lips red and slide slowly down my throat. "What about you? Do you imagine a woman's soft touch in the night? My lips nursing your perfect breasts when your husband is fucking you?" I feel my large breasts pressing against my shirt and feel the nipples pulsing with blood as the grow harder. I had left my panties behind and the thrill of her dark hand against my creamy pale skin excited me.
 
Ayanna:

"Mmmm hmmm." I murmur, leaning closer to her. "I've done this once, when I was 20, but never again. I met my husband right after, and he probably wouldn't like it. But, ever since I saw you at work I've wanted you. You look like my first female lover...maybe that's why. But, whatever it is, you make me extremely hot." I run my hand up under her skirt, my fingertips brushing the soft folds of her pussy before pulling away. She gasped, and squirmed a bit on the leather couch, her legs spreading and her breasts thrusting out further. I took the opportunity to unbutton the top few buttons on her silk shirt, causing the tops of her breasts to be bared to me. When I realized she didn't have on a bra either, I groaned and lowered my lips to her cleavage, nuzzling my face in her full bosom.
 
mandy

"Oh, yes," I whispered letting my pale fingers entangle in her soft silken hair as her fingers undid a few buttons on my blouse and then leaning over and tasting my breasts. Oh how I had ached this past week for just this thing, to feel her soft luscious little lips on my pale skin. I could feel the magic ball supporting my breasts and nothing more, my tits agonizingly hard and exposed as I found myself entranced with the feel of her lips.
 
Ayanna:

As I unbuttoned more of her shirt, I moved my lips down to her left nipple, sucking it in lightly between my teeth. I bit down very gently, and moaned against her breast at her gasp of surprise. Finishing with the last button, I slid her shirt down her arms and helped ease it off of her body. She now sat, topless, skirt pushed up to the top of her hips. I moved onto my knees in front of her, using my thighs to open hers. As I did, her skirt bunched up higher, finally revealing to me her pretty little pussy. I could see already that she was aroused and I leaned forward to suck her nipple back into my mouth. My hands eased up her thighs, pushing them open even farther. Mandy fell back into the leather of the couch, her back arching, filling my mouth with even more of her soft flesh.

I ran my hands up her inner thighs, until my fingertips brushed her lips. I kissed her nipple one last time and then moved my face downward, over her smooth creamy belly. When I reached her navel, my tongue dipped inside, teasingly, and she moaned, squirming under my roving mouth.
 
mandy

"So what would your husband think, seeing you like this?" I manage to whisper as she compels me to part my legs and lean back in the soft warm couch. The same couch she had probably sat on many a time with her family and done something boring and routine. I wondered if my scent would invade the couch and could feel the magic ball surround my tits and milk them gently as he mouth went lower.
 
Ayanna:

"Mmmm, I don't know what they would think," I murmured against her stomach. "My kids wouldn't understand, and as for my husband, he might like it or he might hate me. I don't know....but I do know that I don't care. Life is too routine right now...we need some spice. Maybe this is what I'm looking for." I dipped my head lower and kissed her pussy gently, just grazing the skin with my full lips. She hissed and I kissed her sex again, just teasing her with my mouth.

I raised my head and looked up at her. "What would you think if my husband wanted to get involved? Do you like black men? Would that turn you on, or off? Watching him fuck me while I eat your sweet pussy...or the other way around? Having him deep inside while you tasted me."

As I waited for her response, I slowly licked her slit from the bottom to the top, not even hard enough to part her labia. She gasped and I did it again, one more time, then stopped.

"Well?" I inquired, letting her know that she wasn't getting anymore until she responded.
 
Mandy

"If he turns you on I'm sure I'd like him. It would be gorgeous to see his dark cock inside you, to feel your body wrapped around him. To taste his cum from your body, and to feel your tongue against me after being fucked by him." I purr and gasp as I imagine the possibilities. "Perhaps you should bring up the idea sometime and see what happens." I murmured unable to believe that I'd found this luscious woman.
 
Ayanna:

"Oh I will....but that's for later. This is now." With that, I spread her legs as wide as I can, and dip my head, my tongue sliding up her slit again, this time seperating it. I run it over her clit, making small circles around it, and then back down, dipping into her wet fuckhole. I'm amazed at how moist she is already, and I lick at her a bit faster, tasting how sweet she is.

Her hands find their way into my dark hair, holding my face against her pussy as I suck on it. I ease a finger deep inside her and began sliding it in and out in rhythm with my licks on her clit.
 
mandy

I was still wet from earlier and my body willingly gave up it's juices it's secrets its warm wet pleasures to her soft slender finger and silken tongue. I purr and moan her name softly pleaing for more as my fingers entwine in her gorgeous hair, loving the feel of the silken strands, imagining a time when we can share a shower and wash her entire body.....but now I am lost in the sensual sensation of her lips, tongue, mouth upon me.
 
Ayanna:

As I felt her reactions to my mouth, I smiled against her soaked pussy. I slide my free hand up her left thigh and pushed, until her knee was pressed against her chest. This gave me better access to her wetness and I took full advantage of it, running my tongue around her lips, down her slit, and up around her clitoris. I sucked her clit into my mouth and suckled gently on it, my finger now joined by another one inside of her.
 
Mandy

She knew just what I needed, wanted, craved, it was just as if I were doing it myself, except that I wasn't doing it, at least not yet. I wondered how she tasted for a brief moment before my mind could only focus on the sensation and how soft and sensational her tongue was.
 
Ayanna:

I feel her squirming under my lips and I suck only a minute more before pulling away. She groans in disappointment, but I kiss her lips and then take her hands.

"Come with me," I whisper, leading her down the hall toward my bedroom. Once in the room, I take her into my huge bathroom, something my husband had installed just for me. I love baths, and this bathroom was more like my own personal spa. I plugged the drain of the sunken black tub and turned on the taps. Adding a few bath crystals I let the water start filling the deep tub as I turned back to Mandy. I moved behind her and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall at her feet. "Take off your shoes, beautiful."

She did as I asked and then I helped guide her into the half full tub. "Sit back and relax while I undress for you." I slid my suit jacket off and hung it on the back of the door. I slowly unbutton my silky shirt and allowed it to fall at my feet. Watching her, I unhooked my skirt and turned to drop it as well, giving her a view of my ass and the ivory silk thong I wore. Finally, only in my silk lingerie, I turned back to her.

"Do you like my body, Mandy? Is it what you've always imagined?"

I ran my hands over my full breasts and then down my flat stomach and into my panties. I stroked my own wetness while I waited on her answer.
 
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