Fucking the redhead through the wall

I (M42) was a second line manager for a major computer company. A marketing assistant – let’s call her ‘Joanne’ – was about 15 years my junior and working under me.

Joanne was sexy and she knew it. Slim, about 5’8” with firm C-cup breasts, she often wore a short pin-stripe skirt that showed off her slim, tanned and toned legs. She had blazing red hair that fell to almost her waist. She normally wore a sheer white blouse that always felt a size too small for her such that her luscious breasts were always trying to pop the top button. For business shows she would complete the outfit with ‘fuck-me’ black shoes with high heels. It was never a surprise to find that a flock of middle-aged men would often be intently standing next to her as she demonstrated our latest software. I often smiled as I saw their eyes go from the screen to down Joanne’s blouse and back again. I could often see their erections stiffen within their business suit pants!

We had often flirted outrageously as she clearly fancied me, either for my looks or my power or both. But other than a drunken snog and a grope in a quiet corner during a Christmas party, it had never gone further than that.

Roll forwards to a sales meeting held in Orlando. As a well-travelled Brit, I had long since stopped bringing my wife along on such trips, but this was a novelty for some of the junior staff. On this occasion, Joanne had brought her boyfriend – let’s call him ‘Mike’ – along for the weekend before the sales meeting. By chance, Joanne and Mike were in the room next to mine at the Hilton.

The bete noir of flying to the States is jet-lag and this was no exception. I was awake at 5 am and however hard I tried I couldn’t get to sleep again.

It was then I heard the first moan from the other side of the wall. My mind immediately filled in the blanks. Joanne, naked on the bed with her luscious red hair splayed across the pillow. Mike with his head between her legs, a little well-trimmed triangle of red pubic hair pointing to her pleasure centre. As Mike worked her clit with his tongue Joanne continued to moan loudly with the occasional gasp as I imagined him darting his tongue into her soaking wet slit.

By this time, by shorts were down and I had my cock in my hand. It was already hard, 6 and a half inches and as straight as a poker.

Her moans were then replaced by a different noise. BANG. it was the noise of their headboard banging against the wall. Mike had clearly replaced his tongue with his cock and was driving with long slow thrusts into Joanne’s now dripping cunt. Joanne started to vocalise:

“Oh yes Mike”

(BANG)

“Fuck my pussy with your big cock”

(BANG)

“There… right there…”

(BANG)

“Fuck, yes”

(BANG)

While this was going on, I was stroking my cock in time to Mike’s thrusts and getting closer and closer to orgasm imagining the scene next door.

“Faster Mike”

(BANG, BANG)

“No, faster Mike – Fuck me like a fuck doll” (BANG, BANG, BANG… my hand on my cock was now a blur)

“yes…. Yes… Oh Yes Mike… FUCK MY CUNT….. “

“YES!!”

Then Joanne orgasmed with a cry that was more animalistic than human. The noise effortlessly made me reach my peak and I shot rope after rope of cum over my upper chest, face and the bed head behind me.

The banging continued at a fast pace for another 30 seconds until I heard a grunt and knew that Mike had shot his load deep into Joanne’s pussy.

90 minutes later and I left the room for breakfast just as Joanne came out of her room in business attire and dressed to kill.

“Good Morning” she said cheerfully.

“Well, I know YOU had a good morning!”

Joanne blushed a shade of red that matched her hair and started stammering

“Oh, my G-g-god, I’m s-s-so sorry”.

I came close and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry…” I said, resting my hand on her right ass cheek and giving it a little squeeze. “It was the sexiest thing I’ve heard in years… and very, um, effective”.

Joanne didn’t withdraw from my hand on her ass and a look of hot intrigue crossed her face. She smiled coyly knowing that she’d been able to make two men cum that morning.

Mike was flying home that day and there were another five night of the conference still to go.

The day was torture as I sat in meeting after meeting with Joanne in my eye-line. My mind kept returning to that look she gave me in the corridor. When our eyes met she would delightfully blush a little but not look away. Her hazel eyes were locked on mine and we were silently exchanging messages of lust. I kept thinking of that animal cry as she orgasmed on the other side of the bedroom wall and wanted to experience more!

The meeting broke at about 5:30 and I headed for the pool to cool off. A few minutes later Joanne emerged from the changing rooms wearing a two piece black polka-dot bikini that barely covered all of her assets. All eyes in the complex magnetically turned to her. She had her hair tied in a long ponytail that swished across her lower back as she walked. Completely ignoring me, she proceeded to do lengths of the pool using an elegant front-crawl that barely made a splash.

I did a few lengths myself but then retired to the jacuzzi which was hot and welcoming. I closed my eyes and was dozing off until a cheery “Hi” brought me back. Joanne had slipped into the seat on my left. Face aglow from the exercise, she looked fucking gorgeous. My cock immediately began to stiffen in my shorts. There was another couple and one other German guy in the whirlpool, but no one from the company. It was a big pool and the jets made quite a din. Joanne moved her head closer to my ear and whispered:

“Did I imagine the looks you were giving me today?”

Feeling emboldened I replied:

“Not at all Joanne.”

and I took her right hand and placed it on the bulge growing in my shorts. This was a make or break move but fortunately I’d read the signals right. Joanne murmured “Oh!” as she felt the length of my rod under the bubbles. Checking the other pool occupants for awareness, she nonchalantly found the waistband of my shorts and slipped her hand inside. She wrapped her long slender fingers around my shaft and expertly started to pump my cock. I used my hands to edge down my shorts under the water. My cock was then free and floating in the bubbling pool allowing Joanne to use more technique. And technique she had! Each stroke ended with a twist and a brush of her palm over my frenulum making my cock twitch with pleasure.

Not wishing to be completely selfish, I shuffled my left hand under her bottom and slipped my fingers into her bikini bottoms. My fingers found her hot cunt and I slipped my forefinger inside her. I found her clit with my middle finger and awkwardly started to stroke it. Joanne moaned in my ear.

The couple in the pool chattered on oblivious but the single German guy was shooting us suspicious glances. I whispered “Time to go” to Joanne. I shuffled back into my shorts and we stood up. The German guy’s suspicions were no doubt validated by Joanne’s nipples which poked through her top like bullets and my 6 1/2” erection that made my shorts look like a fully pitched tent. As the German looked on I kissed Joanne passionately on the lips and whispered “I’ll shower and meet you in your room in 10 minutes”.

9 minutes later I softly tapped on her door which almost immediately opened revealing Joanne wrapped in a bath towel with a look of utter lust on her face. I held her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, our tongues darting in and out of our mouths.

“I so want to fuck you” I said.

“I so want to be fucked by you” she replied.

The bed was exactly where I knew it would be from the morning’s 3-way orgasms. I picked Joanne up and carried her to it.

I laid Joanne gently on the bed and started to remove my clothes. Then some doubts set in. What was I doing? I had a loving wife at home and we had a great sex life. I’d never been unfaithful before. Could I handle and hide the guilt? I was putting a lot at risk. Not only my marriage but my job. Fucking a subordinate was definitely against the company’s code of conduct! But the devil was on my shoulder.

“Go on, you KNOW you want to fuck her”

he whispered in my head.

“If you were going to have doubts it should have surely been with that question in the jacuzzi!”

“She’s already had your cock in her hands. A fuck is just a tiny step more now!”

Damn, he was good at his job!

As if Joanne was the devil’s wingman, she took that moment to unwrap herself from the white bath-towel I’d met her in. She lay there on the white sheets, newly made now after her morning’s fuck. (My mind briefly turned to the housekeeping staff. Fuck! I’d never wiped my cum off the bed-head in my room!! I’d better leave them a big tip!)

Joanne’s red-haired plait lay coiled on the pillow next to her like a bull-whip. Her beautiful firm breasts, complete with large dark areolae and bullet-like nipples, betrayed a life of either topless sunbathing or sun-bed use. My eyes drank in her slim waist, well-toned abs and then down to her bush. This was not neat and tightly maintained as I’d envisioned from the morning’s aural-sex, but a riot of curly locks… natural and just the way I love a woman to be. (From the lack of tan lines, I’d already mentally upgraded my ‘topless sunbathing’ assessment to ‘nude sunbathing’.)

My mind guiltily turned to my wife’s brunette but gorgeous bush. But I already knew my goose was cooked. The devil had done his work. THIS was simply temptation beyond reason and I knew I was doomed! I used both hands to spread her gorgeous tanned legs and dived my face into her glistening, already soaking cunt. Joanne gasped as I swirled my tongue around her engorged clit and then darted it as far as I could into her tight little vagina. Repeat and repeat again. I hungrily lapped up her juices as her hips gyrated and bucked under my head and her moans grew to a now familiar volume. With my hands I massaged her glorious breasts and tweaked her nipples, something she was clearly sensitive to.

“I’m getting so close” she gasped between moans.

“Don’t hold back.” I replied. “I’m here to make you cum”.

Joanne moaned in appreciation.

“Eat me out. Eat out my cunt” she cried as I upped my pace and my jaw started to ache with the exertion.

“yes. Yes. YES” she cried as the tsunami approached her, and then her whole body spasmed under me, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back in their sockets and she let out that now famous animal cry of pleasure, squirting a half pint of her juices all over the bedsheets. (Sorry again housekeeping!).

“Fuck me” she whimpered. “Mike has NEVER made me squirt like that.”

I glowed with pride and pleasure.

“Again! I want that again!” she added.

I needed no further encouragement. Seeing Joanne orgasm so violently, I swear my cock was another half inch longer still.

“Are you happy for me to ride you bareback?” I asked. “I’ve had a vasectomy”.

She replied in the positive which was a good thing as I had no condoms! She in turn assured me that she’d had a long term relationship solely with Mike and that she was ‘clean’, as far as she knew.

I flipped Joanne onto her front and she dutifully knelt with her beautiful ass in the air. I gingerly pushed my throbbing purple cock into her pussy. Fuck, she was so tight: the benefits of youth! I drove my full 6.5” cock (or was it 7” now?) into her pussy and she moaned with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, you’re big” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me hard. Treat me like a fuck doll.”

I started to thrust in and out of her at an ever increasing pace as Joanne gasped and moaned into the pillow.

“Harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck my pussy!” she cried. She had her hand between her legs desperately rubbing her clit as I thrust in and out of her. I raised my body up so I was now thrusting almost vertically down into her, my cock rubbing the length of the front wall of her vagina where her G-spot was. Joanne gasped and squealed.

“Harder. FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR BIG COCK!”

I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back as I pumped her at a furious pace. I felt my balls tightening.

“I’m going to cum” I cried. “Are you happy for me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, yes, yes… fill me with your hot cum Dave!”

With three more thrusts my mind exploded with pleasure as I shot load after load after load of cum into Joanne’s hot cunt. As I did so, Joanne orgasmed again, even more violently than the first time and I felt the gush of her hot waters splashing past my cock, over my balls and onto the poor mattress.

We collapsed in a soggy mess of cum, squirt juices and sweat.

And still I could sense she wasn’t yet completely satisfied.

After our exertions Joanne and I slept for about an hour. During that time I was roused by a swift knock at the door before the lock operated and a young Mexican girl, no more than 19 years old, walked into the room. It was the turndown service – we had forgotten to put the “Do Not Disturb” card on the door! The sight that greeted the girl was a middle aged man lying naked on the bed with a hot young naked and red-headed chick curled contentedly on his chest, a stream of dried cum running from below her vagina down the inner thigh of the man. She gave a squeak of surprise then started babbling “Disculpe, disculpe” as she hurriedly backed out of the room!

I dozed off again after that but was wakened by a pair of lips sucking on my limp cock. Joanne was between by legs and sucking and swirling her tongue around my flaccid member which very quickly grew and grew in her mouth until it was fully hard and the tip was almost in her throat. It was delicious. I’d never ever been woken up in that way. Once again, I marvelled at where Joanne had picked up her skills from. My wife would often give me a blow job when I asked for one, or proactively on special occasions like my birthday (which I loved). I would always be able to cum in her mouth eventually, but often with some intermediate hand work. After I’d cum, she would normally (but not always) spit since she wasn’t fond of the taste and texture. But Joanne was another league in terms of her skill. She’d repeatedly run her tongue up and around my frenulum, tickling it around the tip in a most tantalising way. Then she’d drive my cock, all 6 and a half inches of it, deep into her throat so her lips were touching my balls and hold it there, controlling her gag reflex and somehow humming at the same time. The vibrations on my cock head were amazing and I could only just control myself from exploding there and then down her throat.

Would she have let me cum in her mouth too? Without a doubt. Would she have swallowed my full load and then cleaned up any surplus with her tongue? I’m absolutely sure she would have. But delicious as it was, I knew Joanne wanted more of my cock in her, so reluctantly I held the sides of her head and drew her up to me. I kissed her deeply, tasting my pre-cum already in her mouth. As I was kissing her with her kneeling over me, I grabbed my cock in my hand and started to rub her clit with it. Around and around I moved it as Joanne started to moan while she was kissing me.

“Fuck, that feels so fucking good” as her cunt got wetter and wetter. It was dripping all over my hand as I massaged her clit with my stiff cock.

“But I want it in me again. Fuck me… Fuck me again.”

I moved my hand a fraction further down and aimed the shaft directly into her vagina and pushed gently. Joanne pushed back and my cock easily slid into her soaking wet cunt. Joanne sat up and straddled me properly, cowgirl style and started to ride my cock going balls deep with each thrust. Her cunt felt amazing – hot and tight and with muscles that grabbed my cock hungrily with every thrust and sent ripples along the whole length of it. Joanne was going into a trance like state, her eyes wide and glazed as she rode her pleasure wave. She orgasmed once with her trademark animal cry, then twice, with the same cry, and then three times. The third time so violently that again her whole body shook. There was no cry that last time and she fell to one side of me on the bed as if only semi-conscious. I was worried for a moment, but she quickly came around. And the girl was insatiable. A moment later she remounted me, this time in reverse cowgirl which felt amazing on my cock. Her red ponytail swished across my chest as she leant back and rode me harder still. Then she’d lean forwards over my knees with her cute arse and her tight little arsehole bouncing in front of me. As she sunk down fully onto my cock, I sucked my finger and ringed her arsehole with it. Joanne gasped so I re-wet my finger and dipped the tip inside. Joanne’s body spasmed and jerked with another orgasm. She gasped and panted “Fuck yes. Frig me Dave, frig me”. So I re-wet my finger again and gently inserted it, knuckle-deep, into her arse, driving it in an out as she squealed with pleasure.

“Fuck it Dave. Fuck my arse PLEASE” Joanne begged. “Mike will never do it as he considers it dirty and wrong. But I fucking love anal.”

A gentleman doesn’t need to be asked twice. So I flipped her onto her front with her legs off the bed and introduced my cock to her arsehole. Joanne squealed with pain as I tried to enter her. With my girth and her tiny arsehole this wasn’t going to work unaided. So I grabbed the complementary body lotion from the bathroom and then applied it liberally to both my cock and her arsehole using one, two and then three fingers to loosen it up. Then I tried again. This time with a satisfying squelching noise and the white body lotion gushing around the shaft, the tip disappeared into her arse. Then progressively, with subsequent strokes, I got 2″, 3″, 4″, 5″ then the full 6 1/2″ in. Joanne had her hand between her legs again, alternately fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit and moaning deleriously with pleasure. Joanne’s arse felt amazing – just so fucking tight – as I drove in and out of it with increasing speed as she loosened up.

I couldn’t quite believe it. 24 hours before we’d been on polite kissing terms as business colleagues. Now, the red-haired young beauty was naked, enraptured in front of me and I was fucking her arse. The thought turned me on to another level and I could feel the pressure building relentlessly in my balls.

“I’m cumming” I gasped to Joanne who again said just the right thing to maintain my wave. “I’m cumming too…. keep fucking my arse and pump your seed DEEP inside me”.

That pushed me over the edge and I exploded the contents of my balls deep into her arse. As the semen gushed into her, Joanne gasped and orgasmed again, her body jolting and bucking underneath me as I continued to fuck her arse to get the last drops of cum out of me.

We flopped down together on the bed, my cock still in her arse for a few moments until it slowly shrank and plopped out onto the edge of the bed, followed by a gush of cum from her now gaping hole.

After that first night we struggled to keep our hands off each other, even having a risky standing up fuck in a hotel cleaner’s cupboard during a coffee break. (Up against the wall, her with one foot up on an upturned bucket, skirt pulled up to her waist, knickers pulled to one side and my cock driving in and out of her glistening pussy. My hand was firmly clamped over her mouth to stifle the cry as she orgasmed!)

We fucked our brains out each night for the rest of the conference. But it was only ever going to be a mad fling. Joanne returned to her boyfriend Mike and I returned to my wife and neither was ever the wiser. Sex with Joanne was the fantasy that I returned to time and time again during solo masturbation sessions. (But never when I had sex with my wife – she was always good enough on her own to fully satisfy me.)

I’d like to say this story had a happy ending. But sadly no. This happened over 20 years ago. And I was deeply saddened to hear that both Joanne and Mike died during their honeymoon on a Pacific Island. They went scuba-diving one day and never surfaced to the boat. Their bodies were never found. Not only did Joanne have a fabulous body and was a sex goddess – a truly multi-orgasmic sensual being – but she also had an astute business mind and had a promising future ahead of her. Sadly that promise was extinguished due to some stupid accident. I only have the memories of that mad week with her to remember her by.