This story is pure fiction. It is not suitable for anyone under eighteen years of age.
Markie Post played the part of defense attorney on the TV sitcom “Night Court”, for which she was highly acclaimed. More importantly, she provided the sex interest for the show. She was a cute blond, had a great figure, terrific legs (which she loved to show), and larger than normal, natural breasts. She usually wore tight blouses under a business suit jacket that bulged in the right places to let any observer know that she had a beautiful set of tits.
Because of the sexually exciting aura that the script called for
her to play, Markie always turned me on. I often fantasized what it would be like to be around her and to make love to this beautiful woman. Being a writer for a men’s magazine, I thought of a way to get to meet her. I asked her agent if I could interview her for a background story I would write about her sexual experiences during her growing-up years. Always looking for an opportunity to provide exposure for his client, the agent agreed to let me do this. He called her, explained what I was proposing, and got her approval. He then gave me her phone number so I could call to arranged to have dinner with her (at my expense). I also wanted to just chat with her about the article to alive any concerns she might have in talking with me about this somewhat sensitive subject. She turned out to be most charming on the phone and appreciated that I was concerned about her feelings. She sounded genuinely interested in our “date” and talking to me. I told her my interview questions would be mostly about her sexual experiences in her formative years. Knowing the magazine I wrote for, she said this did not surprise her and that she had guessed that that was what I was interested in – you writers always want to know about me and my sex life; in detail. I was thrilled that she seemed to have no problems with this topic, and she even seemed eager to divulge her adventures. The tone in her voice caused me to get a hard on. I could hardly wait for this “date” to happen.
On the appointed evening I went to Markie’s hotel and called her from the lobby. She gave me her room number and told me to come up. I started to get excited as I rode up in the elevator. I knocked on her door and waited impatiently. She soon opened the door and stood before me. I was aghast at seeing the beauty of this woman in the flesh. The dress she was wearing was not extreme, yet it did it’s best to display her figure; her beautiful legs and her ample breasts. Her dress had shoulder straps, but the cut was low and showed enough skin to let me know she was not wearing a bra. She offered me a drink, but I declined. I said our cab was waiting and that we could have drinks at the restaurant. I suggested we go now. When she bent over to pick up her purse, the contour of her breasts became fully revealed. She smiled at me as I oogled this very attractive sight. She held her position long enough for me to get a full view. l had no idea as to where this might lead. At this point I played the part of the perfect gentleman and opened the door so we could leave for our dinner date. As she walked by me, her hand slightly brushed the bulge that had developed in my pants that I am sure she noticed when she smiled at me as she bent over and “accidentally” exposed her body. I don’t know if, when Markie touched my cock with her hand, it was intentional or an accident, but I sure hoped it was the former.
We got into the waiting cab and sat back as the cab sped away. We looked at each other. I introduced myself formerly and thanked her for letting me do this interview. She smiled at me again with a knowing look. I told her how much I admired her work on “Night Court” and asked her if she enjoyed playing the part of Christine Sullivan as much as she seemed to. I also asked her if she enjoyed the sexual innuendoes written into the script that were directed at her by John Larroquette, who played the “Night Court” prosecuting attorney. She blushed a little at this, but said she did; that she took them for real and that she loved to turn John on. The part he played and his real life personality were not too different. She said she knew he would love to get her into the sack, but she didn’t want to mix business with pleasure. That statement alone told me think Markie just might be interested in a little “pleasure” tonight.
I described what I was going to talk about in the interview. I told her she was a very attractive and sexy woman who had generated a lot of interest amongst the thirty something male readers of my magazine. Many of the letters they wrote were curious about her sexual activity during her teen years since she seemed to have a very innocent look, yet it seemed clear that no one that beautiful, with the figure she had, could avoid being the object of many a male attempt to ravish her, and get her in the sack. I surprised myself that I was talking this openly to her, but she seemed to invite it. She again blushed, embarrassed at hearing this, but was obviously flattered.
She said she would be willing to discuss her sexual experiences starting with the very first occurrence. She unnecessarily asked if that would be of interest to me. I stumbled for the words to express that I was thrilled and excited to talk about this with her as long as she understood that this would excite me in every way, and that I might not be responsible for what might happen. She smiled at me again, put her hand on my knee, and allowed her coat to fall slightly off her shoulder. Was she trying to turn me on? I couldn’t have hoped for more. She was being very successful judging by the massive hard I developed as I stared at this beautiful woman and the profile of her left breast that was now barely covered by her skimpy dress. How could I resist taking her in my arms and kissing her? How could I resist letting my hand reach inside her dress and fondle her bare breast? I was frozen in space and time. She could sense my feelings. To my amazement she said, “I don’t often kiss on the first date, but would you like to kiss me now?” Wow! Our eyes looked through each other. I put my hand behind her neck and brought her to me. Our mouths opened and our lips and tongues came together in a very passionate and sustained kiss. I held the kiss for a long, long time, then stroked the back of her neck. I could sense excitement in her body. I put my hand under the strap of her dress and pushed it all the way off her shoulder. She kept kissing me. My hand rested on her shoulder. Then I let it creep downward half expecting at some point she would stop me. She just kept kissing me and engaging her tongue with mine. I kept my hand moving; getting lower and lower on her arm. I soon came in contact with her naked breast. I let my finger tips creep under her dress, then cupped her breast in my hand and squeezed it gently. She trembled slightly and didn’t push me away. I began messaging it and gently stroking her very erect nipple. Each squeeze brought out a little squeak in Markie’s voice letting me know she liked what I was doing. The left side of her body was now fully exposed down to her waist as her cost had fallen away long ago. The cabbie could tell we were kissing, but was unaware of what else I was doing.
I continued to kiss her and fondle her breast. Markie put her hand on the bulge in my pants and began to gently message the head of my cock. I was leaking fluid rapidly and if that had continued much longer, I would have come in my pants. Fortunately the cabbie pulled up to the restaurant just in the nick of time. I put her strap back on her shoulder, pulled up her coat, and buttoned one of her buttons. She just smiled at my clumsily attempts to be proper.
We sat at a fairly secluded table. It wasn’t long before our legs found each other. Markie kicked off a shoe and rubbed her leg between mine. Her foot soon found its way to my crotch, and she began messaging my cock. All the while she smiled at me and was getting a kick at my somewhat embarrassed reaction. I take it she had done this before. It was a bit awkward and it didn’t last long, but it told me she was hot to continue our sexcapade.
I asked Markie to start telling me about her first sexual experience. She said it was a long time ago when she was sixteen, but she remembered it well. She had kissed a boy or two playing spin the bottle at parties prior to this experience, but had never really kissed until she dated a high school senior. She said during the summer that she turned sixteen, her breasts developed; quite a lot. She was excited by the response she got from the local young studs, and enjoyed being look and whistled at. But all of them either had no money or were too shy to ask her out.
When her sophomore year started that fall she was an immediate sensation at school, especially when she wore a tight sweater. Because her breasts were so young and firm she had no use for a bra, only wore a one on the days she had gym. Other days her bare breasts were only a thin layer of knitted wool away from being exposed. Whenever she got sexually excited, like when the seniors stared at her longingly as she passed down the hall, her nipples became erect and showed prominently through her sweater. It was not long before one of the seniors who had “been around” asked her out. He invited her to see a movie. She was happy to accept, but agreed reluctantly.
They went to a beach bongo movie that featured many slim and well proportioned young girls. Markie told me, “My date was turned on by the movie, and soon put his arm around my shoulders. Little by little his right hand crept down my front, and his finger tips were soon resting on my breast. I can remember it like yesterday. I didn’t push him away. His fingers soon reach my nipple, which he began to fondle. I got very excited, but just sat there and let him play. I noticed he developed a hard-on, which made me excited too, but I didn’t do anything about it. It wasn’t long before his hand enveloped my entire breast, and he felt and messaged it firmly. I let him have his way because it felt so good.
When the movie ended, we got into his car, which he proceeded to drive as quickly as possible to the nearest local lovers lane.” Markie said she had a pretty good idea as to what might happen next, but was determined she would not let him fuck her, something she had discussed with her girl friends, but had never done. She said, “My date wasted no time. He pulled me to him and kissed me strongly for a long, long time. I kissed him back with the same fervor as I was getting very excited. I couldn’t believe what he did next: he unzipped his fly and brought out his swollen cock for me to see. I glanced down to look, and my mouth dropped to see for the first time a man’s cock in an excited, erect state. He then turned me around so that I was lying across his lap. He kissed me again. It was not long before I could feel his hand creeping up under my sweater. In my dreams I had had exciting fantasies about such an experience, so I offered little or no resistance. His hand soon reached my naked breast, and he began feeling me up. He demonstrated that knew what a woman wanted and spent a lot of time playing with my nipple. It became hard and erect. I was oozing fluid from my vagina at a great rate. I had never been this excited before in my life, and my hips began to ungulate uncontrollably. My date then lifted my sweater up over my breasts, fully exposing me. He then bent down his head, and began licking and sucking my nipples. It drove me crazy, but I loved it. He then did something that surprised me. He lowered my body into his lap so that my head came in contact with his erection. His cock penetrated my hair and brushed past my cheek. I couldn’t do anything to change the position I was in. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. He told me to turn my head toward him. I did, which brought my lips into very close proximity to his warm cock. He then asked if I knew what to do next. I said no, and he said he would like me to suck his cock. Markie then told me she was not ready for this. She had heard of cock sucking, but had never talked to anyone about it or knew any of her girl friends who had ever sucked a cock. She said she had no clue as to what to do.
“From the position I was in, I could do nothing. But, I was very excited, and because of this I was interested in tasting this large penis that was so close to my face. My date was very excited also. After a long hesitation, and surmising that I was supposed to accept his cock into my mouth, I licked my lips and opened my mouth. He wasted no time directing his cock into my mouth. He said, “Now use your tongue and suck on it”. I did. He squirmed and wiggled, and moaned, “That’s good! That’s good!”. In a very short time he exploded his cum into my mouth. I gagged, but swallowed it. It tasted pretty good. That was my first cock sucking experience. It was a very exciting date for me.
After a little cool down period, my date hugged me then took me home. Before we left the car, he kissed me goodnight passionately, snuck a feel of me breast, and thanked me for a very wonderful time. He asked when we could go out again, and I said I would let him know.
Markie asked, “Is that the story you wanted to hear from me?” My mouth was dry, but I stumbled out “Yes, yes.” I was about to come in my pants.
I was amazed that Markie had no trouble retelling the story of this first cock sucking experience. She seemed to have no problem telling me every detail. She said she was a highly over sexed teenager, and that there were many more such experiences throughout the remainder of her high school years. For her it became her normal operation because it kept her from getting pregnant.
After a pause in the conversation, I asked her if that became a favorite activity of hers. She blushed and said, “What do you think?” I took that for a definite yes and nearly exploded in my pants. I couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was talking to me this openly.
At this point we had finished dinner. I asked her to tell me about the first time she got screwed. She blushed again and said that’s a longer story which would have be the subject of another “date”. She suggested that we go now. To me that meant going back to her apartment, putting my cock in her mouth, then giving her the fucking of her life. I couldn’t wait.
I paid the check, we left the restaurant, and got into a cab. This time we wasted no time engaging each other in a passionate embrace. The dinner conversation had turned us both on. My hand soon found her bare breast and her hand soon found my cock. I played with her breast for a while, then put my hand between her legs. She spread her legs slightly. I ran it up under her skirt until I found her pussy, which I massaged gently. I extended a finger into her vagina and found her hot spot. All the while she was French kissing me and rubbing my cock through my pants. It wasn’t long before she exploded in her first climax of the evening.
At that point the cab arrived at her hotel. I paid him off and accompanied her into the elevator. Markie then surprised me by immediately unzipping my fly and reaching her hand into my pants. She found my cock and squeezed it gently. She looked at me and said, “You like that don’t you?” I said I liked that, and that I loved her, and that I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. She smiled and said, “Well, I would hope so after our sexual discussions. We have all night!”
We entered her apartment and I went to grab her. She squirmed away and said not so fast. She told me to take off my coat and sit on the couch, and, oh yes, take off my pants. I had a feeling she wanted to demonstrate for me a reenactment of her first cock sucking experience. How lucky could I be?
She then disappeared into her bedroom. I took off my pants and boxer shorts, and waited with a full erection in anticipation of what I hoped would come. I put a pillow in my lap to somewhat hide my penis, but I’m now quite sure why.
She then appeared from her bedroom wearing a thin, full length, black negligee. My God she was beautiful!. The negligee left nothing to the imagination. All her parts were there. Her long blond hair tumbled down as far as her nipples. She said, “Do you like what you see?” I told her I loved what I saw; that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that I wanted to make love to her. She smiled and said, “That would be nice, but if you’re going to make love to me you’d better be pretty hard. Getting your cock as hard as possible is my job.”
With that Markie kneeled down between my legs. She tossed aside the pillow from my lap and stared at my erection. She said, “That’s a good start, but it’s going to get better.” With that she pulled open her negelige to expose her breasts. She then cupped her breasts in both hands, leaned forward and engulfed my cock in her cleavage. I went crazy. I was spewing a clear liquid at a rapid rate. She then bent her head forward. Her hair tumbled down onto my prick. She licked the tip of my cock. I almost came there and then. She said again, “I want you nice and hard. How am I doing?” Great, Great, don’t stop. With that she pouted her lips and engulfed the end of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tonge rubbing the head of my cock. I had to yell out, “Stop. Stop!”
With that she lifted her head, stood up, pulled open her negleige at the waist, straddled me, and sat down on my erect cock. It entered her vagina a long, long way. She began ungulating her ass; back and forth, back and forth, round and round, round and round. What a fuck she was! This beautiful, blond woman was fucking me like no one ever had! I exploded into her with a mighty gush. She smiled contentedly.
She said, “That felt good, but now I want you to fuck me!” I said you’ll have to give me time to recover; you just about drained me. But, it won’t take long – you’re so exciting! I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before”. She smiled – that would be good. She poured us some drinks and relaxed while I “recovered” so we could go another round.