Fucked by the fire service

Joanne had gotten her old job back. She’d needed to
because her useless husband was not only useless in
bed, but was useless as a bread winner.

In the years BC , Joanne had worked in
a laboratory and was very high up in rank. She’d lead a
team and was considered one of the best in her field.
When she rang up to ask if they had any vacancies, they
almost bit her arm off and invited her to start
immediately and almost allowed her to name her own
price. Suffice to say, they’d made it worth her while
to return and, what’s more, she was given her old unit
to run.

Her unit was as commercially sterile as it could be,
given the nature of the lab work, and this necessitated
all staff to shower in and out of the unit. You could
not gain access to the changing rooms on either side
unless you’ve gone through the shower first, it was
electronically controlled.

Joanne had been working on a particular project and her
staff had gone home. She’d put her personal effects
into a sealed clinical bag and taken it into the shower
with her. The shower finished and she pushed to door to
get out of the clean side so she could enter the lab.
The door was jammed shut. She swore under her breath
and tried again. It was stuck fast and would not budge.

Thinking maybe the door from the outer changing room
was still open slightly, she tried that door too.
Jammed. She was stuck in the middle, totally naked in a
locked shower unit, her staff had gone home and the
unit was so well insulated against pathogens, it was
also insulated against sound.

She opened her sealed clinical bag and took out her one
personal item, her mobile phone, and rang her boss. He
rushed down with colleagues into the female changing
rooms and they tried to get the door open. It was no
use, the door was jammed.

The governor decided to call the fire and rescue
service and, before long, an appliance was despatched
and the crew directed to the incident.

The fire chief despatched two of his team to go in via
the male changing area and try to gain access that way.
The solid doors were like trying to crack a safe,
waterproof seals and solid steel stood between Joanne
and her rescuers.

The lab itself was very well heated and although Joanne
stood in the shower cubicle naked, she was not cold.
She could hear the occasional clang as tools were
bashed against metal or walls, and other than the air
vent which was big enough to get a rabbit through, and
the drainage hold which was big enough for a mouse,

Joanne felt a rush of cool air and the door on the
clean side opened. There, in front of her, were two
young and very good looking fire officers. She stepped
out in her nakedness and one of them took off his
jacket to put around her.

“Are you OK, darlin’?” the fireman said. She looked up
at his face, his kind eyes showing genuine concern.

“Yes, thank you” she said. The second fire officer, a
little taller and of half caste skin, squatted down in
front of her as she was sat on a bench in the ladies
changing rooms.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked. She shook her head.

“No. I’m fine.”

“You’re more than fine, sweetheart,” said the first
fire fighter. I’m Stuart and this is Rob” he said, by
way of introduction.

“I’m Joanne,” she said, holding out her hand to shake.
Stuart took her hand and kissed the back like a
gentleman. He was actually looking to see what she wore
on her hand.

“Been married long?” he said, noticing her band of

“Too ruddy long,” she said, a little too quick. Stuart
smiled at Rob.

“Not happy in your marriage darlin’?” he said. “Why’s
that, then?” Joanne had noticed that beneath their
uniforms, they appeared to be sporting either very
heavy tools or they were aroused by her. Assuming the
latter, she felt flattered.

“My husband’s only got a small dick,” she said.

“How small is small then?” Rob asked. She smiled.

“Oh, you know,” she said, beginning to flirt with them
and enjoying it.

“Stuart’s got a small one, haven’t you?” Rob jeered.
Stuart took the feed line.

“Yeah, that’s right. Wanna have a look?” he said and
before Joanne could resist, he’d slipped his braces
holding up his trousers and dropped them to the floor,
immediately removing his designer label briefs.

Stuart stood there in front of her, sporting his 10-
inch dick, fully erect. It was twice the size of her
useless husband’s dick.

“I see what you mean,” she said, flirting some more. “I
suppose you’re much bigger, are you Rob?” she said,
turning to face him. He followed Stuart’s approach and,
removing his jacket first, removed his pants. He was
close to being almost 12 inches long, his short curly
pubic hair really bushy, his balls quite pronounced.

“You ever had a black man before?” Rob asked her.

Joanne shook her head.

“You prejudiced or what?” he challenged her.

“No, never had the opportunity before,” she said,
liking what she saw.

“What do you mean, never had the opportunity before?”
Stuart said. Joanne smiled and stood up, shrugging off
Stuart’s fireman’s jacket and facing Rob.

“Never had the opportunity before now,” she said,
sinking to her knees and rubbing his large throbbing

“I bet you keep your girlfriend satisfied,” she said,
running her hands along the full length of his firm
erection. She allowed his cock to enter her mouth and
she closed her sweet lips around it, feeling it’s pulse
against her tongue. Stuart had knelt behind her and
started to massage her shoulders, removing any
tenseness and stress.

Joanne could feel Rob’s hand stroking her hair and
gently pulling her towards him, allowing more of his
cock to enter her mouth. She took a deep breath and
positioned her neck so she could take as much of his
dick in her mouth that was possible, her tonsils being
tickled by his erect penis, teasing her. He began to
slowly thrust in her mouth and she licked and sucked,
tickling his testicles simultaneously. Rob groaned in

Meanwhile, Stuart had leaned forward and was caressing
Joanne’s firm and supple breasts, her nipples erect, so
erect they could have hung their jackets on them.

“Suck me baby,” Rob said in his best black voice. It
was hardly deep like Barry White but the message was
understood. Joanne increased the speed which she took
him in her mouth, he tongue movements over the head of
his dick slow and elongated.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” he said. Stuart was less vocal but
every bit as aroused. His hands moved down her abdomen
to the sweep juicy pussy they’d seen the moment she’d
stepped out of the shower. His fingers reached his goal
and found her labia, her clitoris already stood to
attention and craving for attention of it’s own. Stuart
willingly obliged, causing Joanne to squirm and moan,
taking Rob’s hot hard cock from her mouth whilst Stuart
finger fucked her.

“Deeper,” she whispered, making sure Rob’s cock did not
go soft my wanking him, her wedding ring on her white
hand in total contrast to Rob’s dark skin. Stuart’s
fingers delved deeper, causing Joanne to murmur.

“Can you get it deeper?” she asked. Stuart smiled.

“You want something deeper, do you?”

Joanne nodded, “Ooh, yes. Deeper. Deeper,” she begged.
Stuart was knelt behind her and she moved forward so
she was now on all fours. His hard aching cock
approached her vaginal opening and his cock felt the
warmth and moisture of her love lips. He slowly inched
himself into her, bit at a time, his massive cock being
buried deep in her wet juicy pussy.

“Ooh, yes. That’s it,” she encouraged, “Deeper.” Stuart
kept going, deeper into her pussy until it was fully
inside her. She’d accommodated him with immense ease
and now he was pulling his meat in and out of her, his
pace increasing.

“Fuck me deeper,” she said, aware she had Stuart’s
massive cock inside her. Just then Rob’s radio burst
into life.

“Progress report,” said the Governors voice. Rob
reached over for the radio, Stuart attempting to keep
the noise levels low.

“Just gaining entry now, Guv!” he said. Stuart laughed
out loud.

“You can tell him I’m just coming!” he laughed.

Joanne smiled, then said, “If you’re going to cum, then

Rob placed his cock in her mouth again and she greedily
gobbled at him for a while before he told Stuart to
change places. Joanne was at first disappointed to
loose that 10 inch cock from her pussy but was
delighted when it was replaced by Rob’s rock hard love

Not only was Rob bigger than Stuart, he had style and

“Fuck me. Don’t stop!” Joanne implored. Stuart had
found his way to her mouth and placed his pussy
flavoured cock into her mouth. She licked away her own
juices, eager to taste Stuart in her mouth. It was
seconds later that he uttered the fact he was cumming.

Now Joanne doesn’t normally like waste, she likes cum
in her pussy, but she was happy for Stuart to fill her
mouth, his seed spilling out of him like the water from
the fountains at Trafalgar Square. She sucked and
swallowed his cum, licking her lips as though looking
for more. Stuart sat down on a changing bench whilst
Rob continued to pound her pussy.

“Is this your first black dick?” he asked her.

“Mmm,” she replied, still catching her breath from all
the cum she’d swallowed.

“You like black dick?” he asked.

“I love being fucked by black dick,” she responded.
“Fuck me.” Rob did. His long hard cock slid in and out
of her smooth moist pussy and she groaned with

“Take it out,” she ordered and Rob thought he must had
done something wrong. He withdrew and found that he, a
big burly fire fighter had been rolled onto the floor
by this petite (and incredibly horny) woman. Joanne
straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his hard,
aching cock until it was all in, every last millimetre.

“Now fuck me,” she ordered Rob and he began to thrust
himself deep into her pussy, her rocking movements
varied in direction and this gave her sensations she’d
not experienced for a very long time. She ached for big
cock. Her husband just couldn’t deliver between the
sheets and despite everything, she needed to feel
fulfilled. She needed to feel filled full too! And Rob
could certainly deliver. He reached up and caressed her
tits, his strong masculine arms reaching up her slender
shapely body to her well proportioned chest.

Joanne ran her hands through Rob’s chest hair, throwing
her head back in delight as his 12 inch portion filled
her entirely. She was reaching the first of her orgasms
when Stuart knelt behind her. Rob saw his intentions
and took Joanne’s arms, lowering her towards him,
exposing her bottom to Stuart. Rob used this
opportunity to place a tit in his mouth, his lips and
tongue eager to explore her nipple, his saliva adding
to her body sweat. Stuart placed the tip of his dick
against her anus and slowly pushed, inserting his cock
up her shitter.

Joanne squealed as the tip of Stuart’s cock entered her
hole but as he slid it in further, her noises reverted
back to satisfied moans. As she moved her body
forwards, Rob’s dick hit full penetration, as she moved
backwards, Stuarts cock stimulated her arse, every
which way was pleasurable.

Joanne was being double fucked and enjoying it, Rob’s
mouth sucking one tit, his hand on the other, and with
nearly 2 feet of cock inside her, she was having the
ride of her life.

Rob released her tits and pulled her hips towards him.

“Fuck. I’m cumming. Fuck me!” he uttered and she thrust
herself deep onto his cock.

“Cum inside me. Cum!” she whispered.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” he said, his voice sounding like
he needed breathing apparatus. This horny young nubile
bitch was taking his breath away. With one final thrust
and a loud scream of “Fuck,” he climaxed inside her
sweet moist vagina, his semen pumping into her, looking
for eggs to fertilise.

Stuart leaned round as she sat up and took one of her
tits in one hand, his other playing with her pussy. His
little finger found her clit and with the angle of his
penetration, and Rob’s pulsating cock, Joanne tripped
into another wild orgasm, her body thrashing around
causing Stuart to empty a second load of spunk, this
time up her rectum. That’s the second load of spunk
that’s gone to waste, Joanne thought to herself.

Stuart removed himself from her and as she stood up,
Rob’s sperm trickled down her leg, leaving globules of
cum on the floor.

“I think we all need a shower,” Joanne said.

Shortly after, cleaned and presentable, Joanne said her
more formal thank you’s. She shook Stuart by the hand,
then she shook Rob by the hand, finding time to give
him a subtle peck on the cheek. She palmed Rob one of
her business cards with her mobile number on which
she’d picked up from her office whilst they were
cleaning up.

Rob looked at the card quizzically and she gave him a
knowing wink.

“Call me,” she said. “I’d like to go sliding down your
pole again sometime.” Rob grinned like the cat who’d
got the cream. Then Joanne really surprised him.

“Next time,” she whispered in his ear, “how about you
bring the entire watch?”

“Sure,” he said, gasping for breath. “But you know that
only the Governor and Stuart are white, the rest are
either black or mixed culture?” he said. Joanne’s face
did not alter at all. This had been her first black
cock and she loved it.

“Even better,” said Joanne as she left for the door,
her cute arse wiggling in her white summery skirt, her
dark string highly visible. Joanne turned and blew a
kiss to the entire crew and walked off leaving Stuart
and Rob with empty scrotums and a story to tell.