"Oh I thought you didn't want me to touch you ever again?" She says as she slowly unbuckles his belt
He really didn't want her to touch him. Or maybe he did. Their biweekly romp has been going on so long he doesn't know anymore.
"Well, what can I say?"
He smirks in that way that use to work so often ten years ago, when he was younger and a bit more attractive. She slowly slowly works her way down to her knees, while arching her eyebrow in that knowing way.
"I bet you don't want me touching you righhhhhhhhtt here?"
Flows out of her mouth in a manner that says "I know I am in complete control here" as her hand lands on its mark, slowly working in a gentle circle.
He hates that he loves Tuesdays. He hates that he loves the smell of her hairspray and he hates that he loves her. "That bitch" he thinks to himself.
All that works its way out of his mouth is a pleasurable moan as he feels himself harden. She grins slightly "I see I'm making a friend here. Do you want me to continue?" She asks slyly, she knows he does, but she wants to hear him say it.
"If you want me too, Just. Say. So." She continues. He knows he will, he knows he wants to keep what ever dignity he can. "Just a few more seconds" he thinks to himself. Then just when he thinks, "Maybe today, maybe today" *"Fuck, please, continue." Slips out of his mouth. He is both relieved and disappointed in himself.*
"Well, its another Tuesday" he resigns to himself.
She had him right where she wants him. She knew exactly what drives him wild, what cools him down, and just how much teasing he can take. She likes to get his first orgasm out of the way, "maybe I'm selfish" she thinks to herself but she needs him to last longer.
"Okay baby, if you reealllllyyy want me too."
Her voice sounds like sex as she replies. She slowly releases his dick from its cotton, spandex prison. She feigns a bit of excitement as it pops out, almost hitting her in her face. His musk enters her noise, "I'm so fucking wet" *floods her mind, just like she is flooding her panties. His wasn't the biggest dick, but he knew how to use it, well after his first orgasm he does at least. She looks up to his eyes, as she lightly drags her nail along the bottom of his shaft *"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" *He moans out *"Yes."
She brings her face closer to the head, every Tuesday she wears her 'Cock-sucking Red' lipstick, she knows it drives him wild. She slowly puckers her lips, kissing the head gently, the taste of pre-cum is on her lips now, she savors it for just a moment before she starts works the shaft, preforming the task she has mastered over the last 20 years of sucking dick.
She toys with him, bringing him to that point just before its too late. She knows that she can't ruin his orgasm, but she doesn't feel he is ready yet. She continues to work the hardest she has since that night overlooking the I70 back in late September. She starts to feel his cock twitch, as his hand starts to pet her head. This was the signal, he was about to come. He likes to come in her mouth, she thinks it makes him feel powerful, and truth be told, she loves it when he makes her swallow. With a grunt and a twitch, her mouth starts to fill, she quickly swallows so she doesn't choke. She takes his dick out of her mouth, savoring the warm aftertaste. A mixture of disgust and ecstasy washes over his face. He knows he shouldn't stay, that he should put his dick away, walk out of the room, and go have a cold shower and a stiff drink. But he knows what he should do, and what he will do, are two, very, very different things.
In his moment of self-reflection, she has managed to get on her feet, pushing her back and ass into him. "Unzip me" She purrs. He slowly undoes the zipper on the back of her red silk dress. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, and with a bit of force and a gasp from her he pulls off her dress, leaving her exposed in nothing more then her matching red lace thong.
"Let me pour you a drink" She sways over to the bar in the corner of the office, she goes for the bottle on the bottom shelf, if for no other reason to give him the best view. She turns around, her tits exposed in all their glory. He has a hard time not looking, and she notices. "Double?" She asks, his only reply is to raise his hand with 3 fingers extended. He moves to the couch as she pours him his triple, she works her way back to him, her tits bouncing slightly back and forth. She cuddles up next to him and hands him his drink.
He downs the glass in a second, turns towards her, looks her in the eye, and without a hesitation grabs the back of her head as he moves in to kiss her.
The taste of cheap Bourbon and cum mixed in both of their mouths as they passionately made out. This only turned her on more. She knew she was ready. She broke the kiss, stared at him dead in the eye intensely and demanded "Fuck me, fuck me like you fucked your wife on your honey moon."
In a fit of passion, he grabbed her by her hips, spun her around and pushed her over the arm of the couch, leaving her exposed. This was the moment she was waiting for since Wednesday. She could feel his fingers tracing her leg, lightly passing over her lace covered pussy. WACK, WACK, WACK, he quickly and firmly smacked her ass three times. "Oh god" she thought, getting even more turned on. This was swiftly followed by gentle kisses to her ass cheeks. He slowly moves down to her pussy, probing her with his tongue and taking in her sent.
He gently pulls her thong aside, the cool air of the room feel great on her pussy. With expert skill he gently sucks on her clit while fingering her. Then, out of no where, he stops, and she feels him putting pressure on her. He slides in, first gently, then more and more vigorously. She hears a wet popping sound come from behind her followed quickly by his finger entering her asshole.
This is it, this pushes her over the edge. Its all she can do to prevent herself from screaming as she violently cums.
As she slumps over the arm of the couch, all she can think to herself is "This is why I love Tuesdays."