Perfection!

Perfection by definition is something we all strive to attain. But once we get there where do we go? Once you’ve achieved the ideal, surely that ideal no longer becomes valid in your life and consequently disappointment is sure to follow.

This had become evident to Maisy now as she was being rampantly fucked and yet all she could wonder is what are the 3-for-2 specials available at the grocery store this week. Taking her back to the time as a teenager when some spotty youth, who was going at it with a degree of gusto, and yet due to boredom she sarcastically asked if she could place an ashtray on his back in order to save time on the necessaries afterwards inevitably causing his tiny penis to go so soft, so quick, that it felt like a sticky flump in her pussy. But Jack was not like that boy, hell no. Gorgeousness in every inch, and there are a lot of inches, particularly right now, absolute perfection, she thought. But therein lies the problem. Having been in relationship for little over a year, they'd had sex virtually everywhere, watched porn together, played dressing up games, made videos and dabbled in S & M, but now it all feels a little mundane. Although she really did love him, it had all gone a little flat and she felt the need for a new cock. As he rolled off her, she got up and made her way to work.

It was incredibly cold outside so much in fact, she could feel her nipples harden against the thin satin of her blouse. Going out without underwear on had turned out to be a good idea in spite of the cold; it had made her feel quite aroused at her own decadence. The feel of her flesh brushing against the delicate fabrics made her feel warm inside. She smiled to herself a mischievous smile of a girl who knew that one gust of wind, and the people in this street were going to know that she preferred a Brazilian bikini wax. The eroticism of knowing she was up for it, anytime, anywhere and with anyone had taken the dullness off this Monday morning.

The subway train was packed as usual. Scouting around the sardine tin, Maisy found the ideal spot to be in; two rather fit, young businessmen were talking whilst standing squashed tightly to the doors opposite her. She made her way across to them, stalking her prey. This is just what she needed; an indiscretion.

"May I squeeze in here?" She asked both of them, allowing her jacket to open wide enough for them to see her breasts were free of constraint.

"Please be my guest" came the reply as they both smiled at her, drinking in her overt sexuality.

She slipped in between them, feeling the growing appreciation from the man behind her. She could feel his stiffening cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. The train pulled abruptly from the station as the man in front of her fell forward against her, coping a feel of her breast as he did. Maisy felt the warmth of his groping hand, as well as her own rush of blood south hoping that others had seen her breast falling escaping momentarily from it’s satin hideaway. She felt herself getting warm and wet as the man behind began grinding his cock satisfyingly against her backside, slipping his hand up her rather short skirt, feeling her bald mound, he groaned with surprised pleasure feeling the silky smooth skin leading his hand to the landing strip and into the her hot moist depths. He was breathing deep now, trying to stop his rock hard cock from exploding inside his crisp white Calvins.

“You’re a naughty girl” he whispered to her, hot and breathless.

The man in front was pushing against her now and whispered in her ear “Do you want to be fucked?” continuing to fondle her breasts, her blouse now completely unbuttoned.

“I’d like that very much” she responded not really caring who they were or where they were. What she needed was an orgasm, and the 'when' was as soon as possible, even if that was on this packed train.

"Let’s get off at this station then, I know just the spot we can go to." Suggested the main behind.

"I’m up for that" she replied, gagging to feel his impressive cock inside her.

"You’ll be late for work little girl", said the taller of the men with a smirk.

She giggled, and as the train ground to a halt, the three of them exited the train, but she still had her blouse undone with her pert aroused breasts hot and bouncing around loose, her nipples hardening as the cool air of the platform creeped under the satin.

She did not want to know their names, somehow it just wasn’t important.

They turned a corner into a part of the station which had been cordoned off for future work. Beyond the orange cones and stripy plastic tape she could see an old wallpaper table, a hessian ground sheet and filthy dust all over the floor. This was perfect she thought.

Feeling the shorter man grabbing her now lifting both her jacket and her skirt above her waist, revealing her cunt for the other man’s viewing pleasure along with the black lace-top hold-ups she had carefully selected for this occasion.

"Get her on the table" he commanded.

As the other man hoisted her on to the table, he pulled her jacket from her body and continued with her blouse. She did not feel the immense cold as the rush of blood around her body was all consuming now. The other man pulled off her skirt, and she was naked now except for her boots and hold-ups.

"You can keep those on" he said running his hands up the leather and lace, slightly moist with the sweat of anticipation.

The shorter man was behind her feeling her breasts roughly and grinding as he lowered her down, her head hanging over the table, the blood rush was incredible as she saw him take his cock out and thrust it to her baying lips. She accepted this offering wantonly, and began to suck, lick and pull. It was salty, sticky and she loved darting her tongue across the head pushing it into the snake eye. As she pulled this impressive cock from her mouth, and began sucking his balls, she felt the taller man pull her legs apart, and the hot, soft moistness of his tongue sweeping up and down her cunt, made her pull the engorged member back deep into her mouth sucking it even harder, making him groan with her. Flicking at her clit now with a darting tongue, he went for the ‘piece-de-resistance’ and pushed his tongue deep into her, drinking her up as she writhed in ecstasy coming harder than she ever had before. The shorter man’s cock was now deep in her throat and she felt the determined thrust of the taller man’s huge hard member into her pulsing pussy, pushing her legs apart he rammed the full length of his cock into her pumping her hard as the other man came in her mouth. She was screaming now with the pleasure as the two men watched as her ample breasts bounced freely as the other man shot his hot sticky load deep in her. She lay there spread-eagle for a moment as they all caught their breath. She wondered if anyone had seen them?

The men breathless, and dressing now.

“You’re leaving” she said as a statement rather than a question, hurriedly dressing now that the cold was setting in as her orgasmic state began to leave her.

“Yes”, said the shorter guy, and continued “Surely it’s better that we all just have this as one hell of a fucking good memory?”

“Perfect” she said smiling as they all said their goodbyes.