**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
So my morning routine started. I would wake up and get ready for work, pop by next door, drain Meacham’s balls and went off to work. I used to wear makeup before I started, but Meacham was a heavy sweater and a hard fucker. After 3 days of running mascara, I simply started wearing makeup at work. At first, it was aggravating, being used like that, but deep down i enjoyed it. Just wished my clothes wouldn’t look rumpled with sweat stains. Meacham wanted to come around every night, but I stopped him when I told him my son might notice. He enjoyed me too much to risk stopping our entire arrangement. Of course, he made me pay for it. My mouth had never been so sore. We settled into a comfortable rhythm, a rather mutually beneficial arrangement. I wasn’t leaving poor timmy alone though. Since my building had a variety of handicapped toilets, I introduced little timmy into pleasing women.
“Hmmmm” I moaned. Timothy had his face buried in the apex of my groin, his tongue flitting away at my clitoris. Tasting and inhaling me like a drug. His little fingers probing and separating my folds, strings of fluid being slurped up. It felt a lot better than being with Meacham outwardly. Timmy worshipped my body, treating me with respect and reverence. The complete opposite of Meacham. Yet both made me feel great in their own way.
“Sluurrp,lurghhe, shrrgg” Sounds of a lapping tongue filled the little cubicle. As i was enjoying the tongue marathon, my thought wandered to other places, radiant shoots of pleasure filling my body. I felt very guilty, doing these things. I felt it every day. As a woman, I’ve been told to save myself for my marriage, being pure and free of sin. Now I have an 18-year-old putting his tongue in my vagina. And a sexagenarian waiting to mouth fuck me every morning. Way off from my parent’s expectation. And probably utter disappointment. Speaking of the opposite of disappointment, Timmy was performing extremely well. Must be the weeks of one-on-one training I’ve been providing him.
“Please timmy, make me cum!” I beg softly. It was a unique experience, begging a young man to make me orgasm.
“Turn around Auntie Michelle, let me fuck you” Timmy was getting to be quite confident, Demanding and forward. I like it. “Ok sweetie” He stood up to let me turn. I stood with my but facing him, bent over. My hands clasping the toilet head as I offered my pussy to him. A similar position to the first time we had sex. I felt his cockhead rubbing my slit. Just playing. We had sex so many times, he’s learnt to stop rushing. Now he enjoys all that my body has to offer. He teases and plays more. He knows he’ll fuck me in the end. As he pushed in, I felt the familiar stretching of my most sacred area. The heat of his rod added to the heat of my body. My blood was pumping to the beat of my heart. My crotch leaking fluid like a mini Niagara.
As he was finally in, I felt his groin mould itself to my backside. He held that position, as he always did the first thrust. Savouring the wetness and the heat of my walls I’d imagine. Then he slowly pulled up back and rammed in. With weeks of experience, we found our beat, the sound of slapping flesh and guttural moans provided a soundtrack for aphrodisiacal sex. His hard hands left handprints all over my body. A side effect of being so pale. And easy to injure. I normally was able to hide them via long sleeves and my full dress. Hard to hide a thoroughly kissed mouth. Or bite marks on my neck. Fun to try though. We’ve taken to trying new things though. He slowly lifted my right leg, to try and place it on his shoulder. It was lucky I did yoga to maintain my flexibility in middle age. I was able to stretch and feel him penetrate me further. The fun part of fucking a younger man. Stamina and ambition.
I was able to fully twist my body, my one hand reaching for his other shoulder, as my right left rested on his shoulder, my left leg maintaining my balance as he pounded into me as a man possessed. It was a very fulfilling moment. One that I would hope to replicate for weeks to come. It was too bad that his internship was ending. He served his required period of time in the Company and now had to go graduate soon. Its why we were taking every available time to fuck and have fun. My only concern was that my period had stopped 2 weeks ago. Around the time Meacham first took me. It was highly irresponsible to not wear a condom, but in my defence, I’m 39. I knew pregnancy was a low chance, but not impossible. While nothing was confirmed, I will be heading to the doctor’s this weekend. Better to know so I can take the next step. But that’s a problem for this week. My main concern right now was to be filled with hot cum. Timothy increased the pace of his thrusting, as my pleasure increased correspondingly. As I felt myself reach my climax, I felt timothy’s pace increasing, the frequency of thrusts making ripples around my backside.
“Urghhhhhhhhhh” Timmy grunted out, hot white syrup filling my eager womb. Excess spilling out and coating the floor with a shade of white usually only produced by men. Watery and translucent. It was hard to believe that billions of little organism capable of creating life were in them. Yet here we all stand as proof. I leaned forward, my orgasm throbbing around his cock, filling me with delicious pleasure. As his last spurt came out, I did my usual routine. I turned around, got on my knees and cleaned his softening cock. Using my lips, tongue and saliva, i made his penis shinier then floor after a good mopping. It was nice having good post-sex habits. He gave me a weak smile as I looked up at him, gratefulness in his eyes. I certainly will miss him after he leaves. As he dressed up, I remained seated on the toilet bowl.
“Not coming Auntie?”. “No sweetie, I have some emails to send, may as well do it here. Why don’t you go back? I’ll catch up with you later?” He nodded an affirmative and left the stall. As I caught my breathing, I looked down at the cum splattered on the floor. Cleanup sucks after sex. If it was at my home, I honestly would have licked it up. Not in a company toilet though. So I prepared myself to clean up
**(Sorry for the late post. Had some family issues to deal with. Teenagers are assholes)**
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dbdd90/confessions_of_a_hypersexed_corporate_executive
**Likes**
I noticed that you did not pause the story to give descriptions of the characters. That lets story flow and makes for a better second read so thank you.
**Dislikes**
*He licked my pussy and then fucked me*
I’m being hyperbolic here, I really enjoyed your story. It’s a shame the sex didn’t last longer, even for a bathroom fuck.
**More likes**
I enjoyed how the main has all kinds of thoughts running through her head even while having sex, makes her seem real.
Your opening was great for me.
Thinking about a sexual encounter in the past is like a “erotica pill” for me. It lets me assume all kinds of things and provides a fun little morsel before the main event. The fewer descriptions the better. I have a very wild imagination and it likes to run so thank you.