[cheating fantasy] [anal play] [rough sex] The Men of My Dreams PT. 2

I’m glad a few of you liked the last one, let’s get started, shall we?

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Zach led me to the bed and laid me down on my stomach, headset still within earshot he began smacking my ass, followed by squeezing both cheeks and kissing them. Each slap getting harder, I could feel my clit swelling and my wet pussy warming my inner thighs with my delicious juices. All I could think about was John, and how sexy he’d looked today, and how I wished he’d just taken me right there, in his office. My moans and screams were getting louder and after the fifth blow I yelped loudly from the pain.

“Shut the fuck up, slave. I tell you when to moan, I tell you when to come”. “O-okay”, I managed to stutter, barely able to hold back my moan as he traced the outline of my black lacy underwear with his tongue. “Okay what, slave?” “O-OKAY SIR!”, I screamed as he shoved a vibrator inside of my underwear, rubbing it against my clit. I wish John would talk to me like this. I would let him fuck me in his blues. Angry at my scream Zach tore my underwear and pulled them off of me, shoving them in my mouth to keep me quiet. The vibrator continued to press against my glistening sex and swollen clit as I started trying to beg to come, panting, screaming Johns name, although all that came out was garbled moans and nonsense. All of a sudden, the vibration stopped, and I was left feeling lost, without climax.

[cheating fantasy] [rough sex] [oral] The men of my dreams Pt. 1.

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.