“Please fuck me.. Hard.”
He wouldn’t have to be told twice.
My impending climax was only a moment from turning the corner when his fingers retreated from my embarrassingly wet pussy, denying me an orgasm that I wanted desperately.
I couldn’t believe how quickly his touch had seemingly turned me from a respectable member of society to a shameless slut, begging to be fucked on a table at a place of business.
My ruined orgasm had my mind in a haze of hormones as I watched him undo his fly, finishing what I had started. As his jeans and boxers slid down far enough to expose his cock, I was struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. The magnificent specimen of male endowment that I would later come to worship, at a glance looked like the business end of a baseball bat.
I didn’t say a word. The wide, mushroom like head felt like a red hot piece of iron as it pressed against my pussy. I could feel my wet lips begin to struggle to parse enough to let him in unencumbered. My short breathy whimpers must have been all the affirmation he needed.
In one full, slow, self assured thrust I felt his ridgid, beer can thick cock bury itself in me all the way to the hilt. My whole body tensed stiff as a piece of lumber as I heard a deep guttural groan leave my chest. I had never felt anything like this before.
When my muscles finally relaxed enough for me to release the talon like grip I had taken on his upper arms, I managed to lean back on my elbows and arch my hips up to him in an effort to show my submission.
His hands grabbed the tops of my thighs, in one swift motion; pulling my hips to him. Me falling flat onto my back on the table with my legs now over his arms at the knee. As his rhythmic thrusting began; I could feel the tension in the walls of my pussy as she clamped onto his thick cock. My mind going totally blank.
Each time his hips drew back for another thrust it felt like a mile out and back in. And each time he bottomed out in me I could feel the impact against my cervix growing in intensity.
He hadn’t made a sound, he seemed to be made of granite and interested only in doing what I had asked. I could hear his tempered breathing and tried to focus on it over my own cries and whimpers. “It’s deep.” I groaned loudly. “It’s deep.” Another groan.
I could feel him in my stomach.
“I’m gonna cum” My moans began to grow louder with each stroke. I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down to my ass. “I’m gonna cum” “Harder” a deep demonic groan escaped from my chest.
He obliged. I thought I was being split in two as I felt his hips slam into me. “Fuuuucck” I moaned loudly as his thrusts sped up “Fuck… fuck.. fuck me.. fuck me” I began to shake as I came. Unable to look away from watching his cock sliding in and out of me.
My sensitive pussy could feel his cock begin to throb inside of me and I knew he was getting close to cumming and I wanted to feel him absolutely flood my womb.
“God damnit, I’m not on birth control” My mind started to gut check my real-life fantasy.
Before I could even mentally proofread my words I blurted out “Cum in my mouth” I could feel myself making doe eyes at him. Apparently my depravity had lost all limit. As I felt his cock pull out of me I urgently slumped down off the table and onto my knees in front of him, his gorgeous cock still glistening with evidence of me all over it.
I’ve never been particularly good at blowjobs, guys always asked for them constantly which turned me off to them and before I could ever really get into one we would always end up cutting it short and having sex.
This fact made it even more surprising to myself that I fully intended to suck his dick like my life depended on it.
As I wrapped my lips around the fat head I could taste myself still warm and sweet on him. I felt my pussy quiver at the thought of it. I started gently sucking at the head, steadily bobbing and rolling my tongue around it.
I was bound and determined to make sure he never has another woman worship his cock like I did. As I let him push deeper into my mouth, I could feel my gag reflex begin to tickle. I wasn’t even half way down the shaft and already I was beginning myself not to tap out and ruin this.
I tilted my head to the side and tried to crane my neck to accommodate his cock but it was beginning to be too much. I could feel that his hand had gravitated to the back of my head and began applying pressure. As I looked up at him watching me I began to gag and cough on his dick.
“All the way.” He said. I was already struggling and tried to pull away to regroup when he wouldn’t remove his hand. I let my breath out around his cock and tried to take more.
“I said all the way, Beccs”
I began to panic as he pushed my head down and the shaft of his cock continued pushing past my lips. Fighting for my life not to gag I felt him produce one stiff push of his hips towards his hand.
The head of his cock pushing past the barrier of my throat. I couldn’t breathe and hoped to God that he was going to cum right now.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/osecdz/wanting_him_in_charge_23_mf
Very hot.