Obligatory “I’m new to this so go easy on me”. This is my actual fantasies that will be coming to life in a series. All typed on mobile so I apologize for any typos.
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“You know, I can see you promoting rather quickly wherever you go, Zo. Faster than your husband for sure”. John’s words excited me beyond belief. He was a stalky man, about 5’9”, maybe 180 lbs, perfectly muscled and delicious. His uniform was always perfectly polished and so was his wedding ring, but he still managed to give me those “fuck me” eyes with a dash of flirtation. His black smoothed back hair and I knew pursuing him could end both our careers and marriages, but I couldn’t help it, I was soaking every time he spoke to me.
John and I had worked together for three years at the police station. In charge of press releases, he was always hidden away in his office, but he always made time to talk to me. Today I was going in to have him sign my release from employment papers.
“You know I’m moving soon, right?”, I said with only a little obvious flirtation. I flashed a coy smile at him and pretended not to notice his wandering blue eyes. I’m a curvier girl, 5’7” with rounded hips, thighs, breasts, and a little belly, too.
“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m signing this shit. I’m sad to see you go, though”, he said as he shifted and crossed his legs behind his desk. “Awww, I’ll miss you too, Johnny boy!” I winked my hazel eyes at him and stood up to give him a hug. As we hugged I noted his hot cock pressed against my leg, but pretended not to notice. “Hey, how about we go out tonight, have a drink or two for old times’ sake?” he asked as while we pulled apart. “Bring Zach along”, he continued.
All I could think about was being with him, all of him. Having him bend me over his desk, knocking down the photos of his wife and children, and burying his tongue into my muff. A whole fantasy played out in my head before I felt the aching for a cock deep in my cervix. The wetness from my dirty thoughts has soaked my underwear. I hoped it would leak through my pencil skirt so John could see. Maybe he’d take me right there. Maybe I could find a way to get him one tonight without Zach seeing? I guess only time would tell.
Arriving home I found Zach on the ground in front of the TV in our bedroom. I told him the plan to go out with John and his wife tonight, although he hardly listened with his gaming headset on. Zach and I had been married for five years, since I was 18. 6’4”, tall dark and handsome, he never really wanted to go to parties. His time away from the force was spent playing games and riding his motorcycle. “Zo, do we have to go? There’s a new event on Overwatch and I promised the boys I’d hang out tonight”, He asked, removing one ear of his headset. There was hesitation in his voice, almost a whine. He returned his headset to his head, turned back to the tv and said “Pharah up top, do we have a hitscan to shoot her down?”
Baffled but determined, I removed my soft silk blouse and pencil skirt. Slowly walking my fingers across his broad shirtless shoulders I wound myself around him and straddled his lap. I whispered “Yes, you have to go, but let’s have a little fun, first”. His hand moved to turn off his mic. “-no, don’t. I want them to hear”. With Zach half into the game, I began grinding on him slowly, hoping he could feel my wetness through his Levi’s.
Determined to garner more attention I pulled down my bra and teased him by pinching my soft, pinkish-brown nipples, rolling then between my fingers. My rosy pale breasts were almost to his lips when he lurched forward, taking my whole nipple in his mouth, sucking. As he sucked he began grinding his cock into me, bringing back the familiar ache from John’s office this morning. I needed to feel his girthy 7” member inside of me. I fumbled with the buttons on his pants but his pace continued to quicken. Now biting on my nipples and breasts, I began to whimper. The ache was becoming almost painful, and my cries weren’t from the light pain, they were guttural cries of lust.
Just as I was beginning to cry from the torture he threw his headset off, followed by me, rolling me over onto my back. Removing his pants, he straddled my chest and shoved his 7” cock down my throat. “Is this what you wanted?! For me to fuck you like the slut you are?”, his words brought me to the edge of climax. I love when he treated me like this. My eyes began to water from his steady throat fucking. I could barely breathe, but I was horribly aroused. I could feel him tightening and swelling, knowing he would soon cum I tried to reach down and touch my perfectly soaking wet mound, but he grabbed both my wrists and held them with one hand over my head. Slapping my face once he said “You don’t get to fucking touch yourself, slut. You do as I say! I own you. Understand?” I nodded my head, but he grabbed my hair and rammed his cock down my throat, holding it there as he spewed ropes of cut into the back of my throat. “Swallow every goddamn drop” he said, before removing his cock and standing up.
In the background I heard laughter and a couple cheers from his friends over the headset, and the humiliation made my delicious fluids leak from my sopping wet sex.
Panting, I swallowed every drop of cum. Kneeling in front of him to lick every last drop. I stood up, prepared to put my clothes back on when he said “I’m not done with you yet. Now it’s your turn.” He took my hand and led me to the bed.
I heard the light sound of cheering and cat calling as I was blindfolded and with my hands tied behind me back.
To be continued, I guess? If y’all like it.
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