“But now it’s my turn.”
Marcia strode firmly around the table and grasped Paul’s shoulders. She pressed her massive breasts into his back and whispered into his ear.
“Time to finish it, stud.”
Chrissy was disappointed that her climax had not made Paul cum. And she felt disappointment and emptiness as he extracted his cock from her cunt, its length now smeared with her cream. She turned to get her first look at it and almost died. “Oh my! I had that in me?”
It was about the scale she’d imagined. But her fingers hadn’t done it justice. She slid off the desk and dropped to her knees, her face level with his huge organ. She took it gingerly in her hands and grinned.
“If I’d seen it, I’d never have let you put it in me.” “I know,” said Paul with a cocky grin. She kissed the head and Paul moaned, a spurt of precum slipping out and between Chrissy’s lips. But before it could go any further, Marcia pulled him away.
“No. You’ve done enough with her. In me. Now.”
Marcia pushed Paul onto the couch and he fell down, his big dick flopping around ridiculously. She climbed onto his lap and, without a word, raised her hips, placed Paul’s slick erection at her entrance and slid down, invaginating his entire cock with one deep stroke.
They wasted no time, both needing to cum together once more. He caressed her stocking-clad legs, squeezed her hips and kissed her breasts as she began to bounce rapidly on his slick erection.
Chrissy envied the way they fucked — with such abandon and familiarity. They knew precisely what they wanted and precisely how to get there. They could achieve in moments what had taken Chrissy all afternoon.
She stroked herself as she watched them, unable to believe she’d been in Marcia’s place, riding that massive pole. She watched in awe as Marcia lifted up her voluptuous ass, letting six or seven thick inches slide out, then ram her hips down, letting his fat cock plow between her tightly stretched vulva. She would rock back and forth, grinding her clit into his belly, rolling his massive head against her cervix. And then she would start again.
Her strokes — and Chrissy’s — sped up as they approached a mutual climax. Paul’s breath began to come in gasps. Chrissy could see his big balls being dragged up in preparation for his orgasm.
“I’m going to cum, darling. I’m going to cum,” Paul gasped, moving his hands to lift her off him.
Chrissy’s climax built as she anticipated what was to happen next. Marcia would raise herself completely off Paul’s spasming prick and settle down on his stomach. His massive cock would erupt like a geyser, sending hot jets of semen onto her back, with rivulets running down between her tightly clenched cheeks. She wanted to go to him, to let him cum in her mouth. But she lacked the energy to move.
But then Marcia surprised all of them by saying, “Yes. Cum in me! Cum in my pussy! You’ll make me cum so hard!”
She bent down, putting her impossible breasts in his face. Her hips became a blur as she slammed her pussy up and down his turgid rod. She whimpered as she began to cum continuously, her pussy opening up to receive his load.
“Cum inside me. Cum inside me,” she chanted. “Oh, I can feel you cumming inside me!”
Paul grabbed Marcia’s ass and rammed her down onto his swollen prick as he finally erupted into the older woman like a volcano. He bellowed and raised his hips, pushing his prick as deep as possible as thick sperm gushed into her spasming vagina. Marcia gasped for air. Her eyes closed, her mouth agape and her nipples painfully hard as the most intense climax of her life hit her. She was dimly aware that her ovaries were not protected from the deluge of potent semen Paul was willingly pumping up into her womb. But she didn’t care. If anything, the idea of getting knocked up by her bull stud made her cum even harder.
Chrissy watched the two lovers finish their frenzied coupling, her fingers stroking her to a small but definite final orgasm as she watched Paul’s prolific semen squish from Marcia’s tightly stretched cunt over his massive visibly throbbing balls.
“Ooooh,’ moaned Marcia as her orgasm finally faded. She continued to slowly rock her hips. “You came so much inside me.”
They kissed again, drawing it out with slow passion. Chrissy watched them contentedly. Neither of them seemed to care that Paul had just pumped a massive load of cum into Marcia’s unprotected fertile pussy. They just seemed content to kiss and caress each other, with the occasional happy giggle from Mrs. Kelly.
Finally she seemed to become aware of Chrissy. “Poor little Chrissy. She didn’t get any cum.”
With a grin, she planted her feet on the floor and lifted herself off. Paul’s soft but sizeable cum-streaked dick flopped out, followed by a few thick drops of his load.
“Why don’t you clean him up,” said Marcia with another of her evil grins. Chrissy crawled over until she was between Paul’s legs and grasped his thick soft cock in her hands. After a moment, she began licking the lovers’ combined cum off his still formidable member.
Paul groaned in response. “No, I can’t take anymore.”
But Chrissy continued unabated. A part of her hoped that her ministrations would make him hard again. But it was not to be. He simply slumped back on the couch, utterly exhausted, and let her have her way. When she had finished, she turned back to see that Mrs. Kelly had already put back on her tight black panties and was stuffing her big breasts back into the tight minimizing bra.
“Don’t you want me to clean you up?” she asked brightly, again not believing it was her voice saying these things.
Marcia laughed, leaned down and kissed her on the head. “Ordinarily, I would. But not tonight.”
“I want every drop of his seed where it is,” she added touching the visibly wet spot in her panties. Chrissy couldn’t believe it. Did Mrs. Kelly want to get pregnant by Paul? She glanced at him but he seemed out of it, lying back on the couch naked.
In a daze, Chrissy stood and collected her clothes. She slowly put them b back on as Mrs. Kelly dressed and Paul remained dazed on the couch. She felt like a very different woman from the one who’d taken those clothes off. Older. More mature.
Sexier.
Marcia gave her one last kiss on her way out. “Just remember. This is our little secret, OK? Everything.”
Chrissy nodded, still too out of it to really talk. She couldn’t believe that after what had just happened, she was just going to back to work. But she couldn’t think of anything else to do. And the press release did have to go out — mind-boggling sex or no.
She returned to her desk as though in a dream. She sat down — rather gingerly with her cunt being sore from Paul’s brutal fucking. She reluctantly put her headset back on, still glowing from her experience. She moved the mouse to activate the computer.
Her eyes widened when she saw a new file. She quickly opened it and read the starting words.
“So what do you think we should do with her?”
She quickly activated the sound file. And to her shock, she heard the beginning of the amazing afternoon she’d just had. Scrolling down to the end, she could see the computer’s confused annotations mixed with her own orgasmic cries, Paul’s boasting and Marcia’s long loud impregnation.
And she saw the very last words of the file.
“I hope you will enjoy listening to this as much as you enjoyed making it. Love, Marcia and Paul.”
The End
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qkkc2m/this_was_the_part_of_the_job_chrissy_hated_part_4