“I wish you were in my asshole. It misses you so much.”
I was frozen solid, but my heart was smashing against my ribcage. Standing in my kitchen, one second I was washing pots and pans, the next I am awestruck trying to pick my jaw up off of the floor. Christine’s tight little asshole was on my phone screen, as gorgeous as ever. A single lubed up finger was inside it, wishing I was inside it instead. That gorgeous brown star is practically begging for me to drive across town, for my tongue to lube it up, and for my cock to fuck it.
What if my wife was over my shoulder, and she had seen it!? I peer across the kitchen, and sigh in relief. She was in the living room, feet up on the ottoman, watching *The Bachelor.* She hadn’t moved for as long as I was cleaning the kitchen.
Truth be told, I was slowly becoming addicted to the secret meetings, backseat quickies, and the thrill of not getting caught masturbating to the numerous pictures and videos she graced me with. After staring at her asshole for another several minutes, I respond. “I love my cock in that perfect little ass of yours.”
Her response doesn’t keep me waiting long. Those full lips are sampling her glistening fingers, fresh from an orgasm. “I just came so hard thinking about you. I imagined me sucking my cum off your cock.”
This woman would be the death of me.
It would be a noble sacrifice. One that I was more than willing to make.
In the two weeks that followed our first fuck in the backseat of her car, we’ve only managed three sessions since then. Each time, I used her ass as my personal cum deposit. In the beginning, I needed to feel if it felt as good as the first, which it was. The following session, she demanded to go back to work with my seed in her ass. Who turns that down? I mean, of course not I. Our most recent fuck, the anal orgasm left her hoarse and gingerly walking the remainder of the day.
Christine would later tell me she was insanely arousing that it was difficult to sit comfortably. The sex was amazing, and it was only getting better.
I miss her already. In only a few short weeks she’d be retreating back for her final year at Michigan State. I’d just have to make the most of my time, then resume life as normal. Soon, she would be only memories to jerk off to when my wife doesn’t touch me, and this would be behind us.
I leapt out of bed nearly singing. My morning wood could pierce steel. I resist the urge to masturbate in the shower. I was committed to saving as much of my orgasm as possible to fill her with.
As I kissed my wife and baby goodbye, I realized the pangs of guilt at my infidelity became easier to ignore. As soon as I disembarked, my eyes were glued to my hidden gallery. At every red light, I familiarized myself with pictures of pierced nipples on those perky tits. Videos of her rubbing her clit, and loudly climaxing, screaming my name. Seeing the water drip from her skin after a shower.
It puts an extra bounce in my step when I stroll into the office, and she sees it. She’s on the phone, unable to (formally) greet me, but she bites her lip at my presence. My body kicks into a higher gear, preparing for a round of hard fucking at a moments notice.
Seconds after I sit at my desk, my phone buzzes. “Is it naughty that I want your cock in me right now?”
My reply is immediate. “Only if it’s before your morning coffee. I know how you get when you aren’t caffeinated, lol.”
“What about instead of? I think I’d like a good fuck to wake me up. I was tossing and turning all night.”
Usually, we bang on our lunch break. Now, I don’t think I could wait that long. “Then come up here and let’s get the day started right.”
Three minutes later, her pretty, innocent face arrives at my door, complete with those juicy lips I want all over my neck and chest. I’m in a sweat thinking of all the sinful things I would, (or rather, about to) do to her.
“Good morning, Mr. Townsend.” Her smiling face betrays her grave voice, as if she is putting on an act. “I have to speak with you, is now a good time?”
I give a dramatic sigh, which makes the both of us stifle giggles. “I guess, what do you need?”
She shuts the door swiftly behind her. “You just can’t say no to me, can you?” she smirks.
“Why would I want to?” I ask.
Strolling in, she slowly places herself atop my desk, on her hands and knees, crawling to me. Papers and folders are tossed to the side, and she looks like she could care less about it.
Our lips become familiar with each other once more. Now, I’m on fire. My hands are trying so hard to not grab, spank and pull at her. No matter how much of her I have at any moment, I want *more*.
“This is exactly what I needed today.” I groan.
Her hand runs over my stiff erection. “I can see that. I’m so happy I didn’t wear panties today.”
She grabs me by my necktie and hoists me off my chair, and she turns to wrap her legs around me.
“I really wanted those to keep with me all day. They’d probably be soaked through.” I sample her soft skin, kissing her chest, her breasts, and her collarbones. She shudders at each peck, and I pin her tighter to my body.
Her nimble hands make quick work of unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants. She licks her lips and smiles at my perky cock, glistening and waiting for her. Pumping slowly, she massages my throbbing member. In response, I make gentle circles at her sensitive clit.
“Oh, yes. Please fuck me.” Her moans demand of me.
I jeer, “Are you in a hurry to get back to work?”
Her hips writhe while my fingers deliver more pleasure to her clit. “I’m in a hurry to get dick inside me.”
She angles the head of my shaft within her, my tip gracing her flower. She’s so wet and aroused, I can’t wait another millisecond. I force her down to the desk, her back smacks the mahogany.
With great pleasure, my cock slides in her tight, drenched pussy.
It feels like a moment I’ve waited my entire life for. Christine’s face shows all the signs of satisfaction. Her tight walls hug me and never wish to let me go.
My cock plunges deeper inside of her with each thrust, faster and faster until the entire desk shakes. Her fingernails leave claw marks at the wood. No matter how pleasurable my powerful trusts are, she returns the pleasure back to me tenfold.
“Don’t stop!” she cries.
My right hand presses on her chest, forcing the air from her lungs. We both go crazy when I treat her roughly, using her body as nothing more than a vessel for my cum, and the raw sexual control that there’s nothing she can do about it.
“Take this fucking dick.” I say, and pin her down with more force.
She grabs my forearm tightly, squeezing it with all the might her small hands can muster. The only thing that matters is that I’m giving this tight pussy the deep dicking it deserves, and she’ll love every stroke. Her head dangles off the edge of the desk. She’s lightheaded and her orgasm would be *intense*.
I demand, “If you want to breathe, cum on my fucking cock.”
At that command, Christine loses it. I feel the waves emanate from my manhood, and give her an orgasm that sweeps over her in waves. The ecstasy takes hold, and her juices run the entire length of my cock. We’re both in heaven.
While I’m truly appreciating the view of such a hot slut, I buckle. My own release comes with a flood of my own release. I shudder, and my pulsing cock shoots my cum deep inside her. That sexy, sexy sinful smile of hers appears, as she drinks everything that I have to give.
“How does sex with you get better everytime? Literally every single time.” she sighs.
I reply, to which she chuckles. “That’s my line. I was going to say that.”
“Maybe you’ll be quicker next time?” She kisses me. “Just not too-”
Then, the air feels like it’s sucked out of the room.
Three knocks are at my office door. Before I can open my mouth to respond, my fucking boss walks in. Her arm is full of papers, and she walks right in like she owns the place.
“Andrew, can you take a look at-”
Then, she sees Christine and I.
Christine is still flat on her back, her legs sprawled open with me between them. My is cock still inside her, with her pussy still full of my cum. There’s no chance in hell I could lie my way out of this one.
My boss takes a long glance, and turns on her heels and walks out, closing the door behind her.
Christine and I exchange very worried looks. That is, only after we feel like we can breathe again minutes later.
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