“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.