[M]y manager [F] was a Nympho

It had been a normal day at work over the summer. One or two deliveries in six hours split between me and the other driver. The rest of the day we spent cleaning, reorganizing, and doing some light decorating.

The store manager, Leah, called me into the office. I found her with her long red and brown let down in a wavy mane behind her. Her feet were on the desk as she smoke a bowl and looked over something on her phone. It was plans for some decorations she wanted for the store front. She knew I was crafty and tinkered in woodworking so she asked my help. Since the day was slow, she wanted to show me some of the supplies she had at her apartment down the road. The cook and other driver could manage without us and if they needed us we were five minutes away.

She caught a ride with me and we talked about her ideas on the way.

Her apartment was small. One bedroom, one bath, and a single open room was the kitchen, dining room, and living room.
The supplies were in her bedroom and I helped pull them out. She kept things fairly neat but not obsessively so. She had apparently forgotten to put up the dark purple rabbit vibrator that matched the tights she was wearing. I smirked as I walked past it and the mental connection had me eyeing her skin tight yoga pants the looked like her skin from her ankles to her waist had just changed to a rich purple.

In the living room I started unpacking the box while she groaned and moved away to stretch, complaining of how tense she was.

Needless to say, I lost track of my build plans as I watched her sink into some deep stretches and yoga poses. She saw me watching and smirked. Her eyes drifted to the bulge in my pants as she bent backwards then slowly turned to have her ass in the air.

“Well? Are you going to join me?” She said. I couldn’t be entirely sure if I was imagining the lustful tone and implication, but I decided there was one way to find out.
I walked to her and put one hand on her ass with a good squeeze, the other I pressed into her lower back and slid up. I felt several vertebrae crack into alignment and she moaned as she slid down prone on the floor. She wiggled her ass as I squeezed it in two hands, and laughed when I spanked her. She told me to do it again. So I took her hair in my hand and smacked her ass harder. She moaned more encouragement. Soon the spanking had become me rubbing her wet pussy through her yoga pantas as she grinding against my hand.

I growled and gripped the tight fabric. It tore as she bucked her hips. She laughed in lusty delight. Soon I had her pinned down and folded with her ass up. Her hair was in one hand, and her ass in my other as I spread her and took my sweet time licking her ass and pussy. Her lips were long, thick, and juicy. And little drops of cream ran as I buried my tongue in her ass. If any neighbors were home they knew in detail what my tongue did as she moaned loudly for more. I felt her body shaking and tense up. Then release as she squirted, covering us both while my tongue was still in her ass.

She was panting. Begging me to fuck her already. I was past the point of patience. With her small, curvy frame folded up under me, I pulled my cock out and slid it along her soaked pussy and clit. She shivered and cursed. A louder moan escaped as I slid the first couple of inches inside, my thumb stroking her swollen clit. I took a few seconds to revel in how tightly she was already gripping me. Slid out to a protest. She mewled as she felt me squeeze her hard, not giving her and inch to budge as I slammed back inside. She screamed. Pain and pleasure in her voice as I slid out again and pounded back inside. She begged for more. I obliged.

It was rough. Fast. And loud. She squirted again and the feel of her clenching as I pounded back inside brought me to the edge. I quickly asked her where she wanted me to cum. She squirmed away from me and attacked my throbbing cock with her mouth and hands. Squeezing and sucking. I felt her gagging as she pushed herself too far too fast, her tongue massaging my shaft as it pushed into her throat. Her hands released me and gripping my ass as she felt me cumming, forcing us to stay as she drained me. I was fucking her throat as she rubbed her clit, tears running down her face and her own moans vibrating around me. She didn’t pull away until she came again, drool and cum and tears dripping onto her large breasts. By this point she had sucked what felt like my soul out, and pushed me to another erection.
She was gasping and panting, little tremors going through here as she swallowed again and casually ran her hand along my cock. “Ohhh. Fuckk. Nooo.” She moaned. Still stroking me. “We’re late. And a mess. And I’m so fucking sore.” She panted. One hand covered her pussy almost protectively. The other continued sliding along my length.
“We can’t…” She said unconvincingly.

I smirked, and moaned as she stroked me. I bent to kiss her and she kissed me back eagerly, our tongues entwined as she refused to release my cock. I scooped her in my hands and lifted her awkwardly. Standing, she gasped and wrapped her hands around me. She didn’t protest further as I positioned myself and pulled her down. “Yess” she hissed. Riding me like a mixture of a rodeo bull and stripper pole.

She went slow at first. Feeling her tight grip slide up and down me. Grinding me deep with little moans. Then faster. Harder. I was gripping her ass and slamming her into each thrust, aided by my hips. We came together. This time there was no pulling out and she didn’t want me to. Her own orgasm soaked us and we collapsed onto the floor, shaking from the work out.

We showered together and she thanked me for being the first to eat her ass and make her cum with anal play. She assured me she was on birth control. I thanked her for the amazing sex and made a quick check that she had enjoyed it all. She told me she was only a little disappointed that I hadn’t choked her senseless that last time.

We agreed this was currently a fwb situation and we would undoubtedly do it again. She told me she had seen a porn about a yoga instructor and was delighted to play it out with me. The rest of that night we sent dirty messages back and forth talking about our trip, kinks, and fantasies.

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