I’m Horny, Aren’t You? —Part II

   “Oh god!” I yelp as his tongue hits the exact damn spot where my clit is. Henry’s tongue starts to gently part my pussy. His hands hold my legs in place in case I get a bit too out of hand. I’m pretty sure THAT will happen. 
  “I feel so horny,” I whisper, closing my eyes, setting the palm of my hands down on the desk and sitting up that way. I throw my head back as Henry slowly keeps going. “Yeah, right there,” I moan as he hits my clit again. I get that familiar pleasurable ardor while he keeps licking me there. “Right… There… Oh… Yes,” I moan quietly, closing my eyes. 
  He starts to lick my small, hard nub faster, lapping at it quickly. The feeling elevates to a level that I wouldn’t know how to describe. It just feels amazing. What he’s doing with his tongue begins to tickle me little by little, making me feel comfortable and pleasured; he licks just under the hood, my weakest spot.”I’m close,” I whisper, laying back on the desk on my elbows.
  “I’m so close,” I whisper, frowning deeply with pleasure. “I’m so close!” I repeat a bit more loud. “Oh! Right there!” my hips begin to move in wild circles as a result of his good job. He tries to keep me in place but it’s impossible to. Instead, he inserts a finger into my tight pussy and moves it in and out to make my orgasm last. My hands go back to hang on to the desk as hard as I can. My eyes close tight and my teeth bite down on my lower lip. I have goosebumps all over my body. The sensation grows stronger, fresher, mixed with more ecstasy. “Oh! Yeah… Crap… You’re so good…” he inserts two more fingers into my tight pussy, doing the same motions as before except faster. “Mr. Brooke! Oh, yeah! Right there! Oh!” I moan, feeling my whole body tingle with pleasure. I close my eyes tighter, opening my mouth. My legs open up wider as I arch my back, my chest sticking out in the air. “Oh, yeaaah!” I moan, letting go of all my stress with that one orgasm.
  He stopped licking me as soon as I had finished, without saying a word. I knew this was how he liked it. We’ve done this two times now. It was odd, though. Even though he was still fingering me, he had this devious smile on his lips. I sat up, grabbing his tie and bringing his upper body closer to mine. “My turn,” I whisper, milking his fingers by tightening my walls around them. A wider smile flashed on his lips and I knew—I had made a big, big pleasure-promising mistake. 
  “No,” I whisper, knowing what was coming (pun intended).
  “Oooooh yeaah,” he grunts, mischief written all over his face. I tried to pry his fingers off but his free hand went around my waist, over my arm, and over my lower back to bring me closer to him so it would be hard to get rid of the hand with the fingers still inside of me. I bit my lower lip, hanging on to him.
  “Mr. Brooke,” I whisper as his fingers start to wiggle inside of me in a ‘come here’ motion. It’s slowly at first but it still has the desired effect. And god does it feel good! “Stop it!” 
  His fingers just go faster to defy me. “No,” I moan, feeling the pleasurable ardor grow stronger and stronger inside my pussy by the second. 
  “No, what, Miss Parker?” he asks, chuckling slightly. The audible, wet sound of him inserting his long fingers inside of me was just making me more and more horny/pleased.
  “Oh! No!” I moan, trying hard to sustain my liquids. “Oh crap, no!” he started to go in and out faster and faster, tickling my g-spot as fast as he could.  I felt myself weaken up but heat up at the same time. All I could think about was not to squirt, something I knew that he liked that I do. “Please!” I moan, digging my nails into his arm with my free hand.
  “Just let it out, Lauren,” he groans, sensing my close eruption. 
  “No!” I moan, my voice restrained by the strong sensations. “Please… I…” I knew I would get him wet. But I couldn’t stop it nor could I sustain it any longer. I liked it. And I liked it a bit too much. This feeling of wanting to go pee was driving me nuts but it gave me pleasure. And the way he was hitting that sweet, sweet g-spot was like icing on the cake. I began to writhe and wiggle in pure ecstasy as I came and squirted. There was no warning. It just happened. I couldn’t contain it. 
   And he enjoys it. 
  He enjoys every damn second of it until I stop, my knees trembling as I gasp and breathe fast.
   He let’s me go as I collapse back against the desk. My breathing was heavy and I was starting to break sweat. 
  “You’re making me so hard,” he whispers, taking his fingers out and licking the ones that were inside of me. My whole body starts to tingle. His hands trace my breast before he leans down to lick and bite on my nipples. 
  “My turn,” I whisper, trying to get up, but he pushes me back immediately before undoing his zipper. 
  “Don’t think so. I have been waiting for too long to have you once again,” he whispers with lust written all over his face. As he starts reaching inside his khakis to take out his hard, meaty, long & thick cock, he keeps massaging my breast with one hand and nibbling on my neck. “I like you too much,” he whispers, somehow apparent pain in his tone. He kept nibbling on my ear. I enjoy this small show of emotion. It makes me smile. But then, all of a sudden, he grasps my neck hard and spreads my legs out. 
   “Now I shall have you in all your glory, right?” Mr. Brooke asks, his tone a soft whisper. I can only nod, slowly, eyes a little wide with a bit of terror, still aroused. I liked it rough. I don’t think he knows that.
   Reaching across his desk for a ruler with his free hand, he asks,”Will you interfere or complain?” Slowly he runs the ruler along my tender, plush breast. He pushes the nipples with the tip of the ruler, caressing it that way. I think this I what arouses him. 
   What he wants. 
   What he likes.
  “So why aren’t you completely undressed?” he was talking about the summer dress up my waist. 
  “But, you’re completely dres—”
  He immediately puts the ruler to my mouth, shutting me up. “Did I ask you to tell me anything about my attire?” I quickly shake my head, feeling acquiescent. But then I feel it. His cock is pressing up against me, making me want to reach out for it and also making me want to touch it, squeeze it, bring it into my mouth. But he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t even let me touch it. Not even because my hands and mouth were itching to do anything—ANYTHING—sexual that he asked of me. “Ah, ah, ah… You only do what I tell you to. Got it?” he seems to be serious but his voice says otherwise. He’s torturing me, turning me on more and more this way. Setting me in a mood that was out of this world. A feeling I wanted to keep exploring. So, I nod, biting my tongue so I don’t say anything smart back. He smiles and leans down. I feel his lips touch mine before I open up my mouth to kiss him back. Henry immediately pulls away. I chase after his lips but it was just vain work because he was trying to tease me, make me hornier. He laughs slightly, holds the back of my head with one hand, and presses his lips against mine.
  We kiss.
   My eyes close very slowly after he put the ruler away besides my head. I spread my legs out further so he could get in between them and be more comfortable. One of his hands travel down to my legs to grip them tight. His soft touch makes me shudder with anticipation. I want him inside of me once again and that was something that I knew he knew. 
  His tongue begins to press against my teeth, pushing slightly until I open my lips so he can slip in. Our tongues clash as though they were in a wrestling match. As we keep kissing, I feel his hard penis press against my wet, hot crotch. He holds his cock just to rub it against me. It makes it quite better, though. It calms down part of my aroused state. I moan, frowning as I feel his testicles tickling my ass and the way the head of his cock teases me. I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. 
  “Just fuck me,” I whisper., wrapping my legs around his torso, knowing how much he liked it. 
  “Wouldn’t you want that?” he asks in a whisper before gently rubbing his cock against my labia, lubricating it with my juices. 
  “Of course I do,” I kiss his lips. “I also want to suck that cock of yours. I know how much you like it,” I whisper in his ear. He pulls back with a raised eyebrow, amused. 
  “Yeah?” he asks, straightening up, still holding his big cock in his hands and rubbing it against my clit.  
  I nod, “yeah.” Slowly he begins to slip inside of me. “Yeah!” I gasp, running my hands along his chest. 
  “Does it feel good?” he asks. I can only nod as he keeps sliding into me with such ease and determination that the only thing I can do is moan quietly. We both start to get used to the feeling of making love once again. It wasn’t long before his penis was reaching the back wall of my cervix, sending shudders all over my body, small shocks.
   The hot feeling of our sexual parts clashing together makes me shudder with uncontrolled pleasure. I wish I could do more than just lie there. But just then, when I startto sit up, he begins to pound into me as hard and as fast as he can, more turned on than what I can remember from our previous sessions. I moan, grabbing a hold of my breast in the process. The feeling of ecstasy was driving me quite wild. I admit, I am a dirty girl and I would talk dirty, but not now. I couldn’t. Not with him. I was ashamed to for some reason even though I did talk like that when it was my first time with him.
  He holds my legs just below my knees, spreading them apart to gain better access. I gasp repeatedly. “Oh, god… Harder… Yeah, right there…” my mouth opens at the sudden fiery feeling that our love-making was producing. I gulp, gripping the edge of the desk and arching my back. I was getting pretty hot and hornier than ever. This wasn’t good. 
  “Oh, Henry,” I moaned. The first phase of my dirty talking was name-moaning. To evade this, I sat up and wrapped my arms aroun his neck, though he still kept thrusting into me. “Henry,” I shrilled, feeling my nipples rub up against his chest, sending a million little prickles of ecstasy all over my body. It was as though my nipples were small, hard buttons that, when pressed, sent a great sensation all over me, making me throb with excitement. “Oh, fuck!” Oh, oh. Second phase was uttering obscenities while the guy fucked me. “Henry! Fuck me… Just right there!” I opened my mouth and then closed it, biting on my lower lip. His hands left my legs around his waist. Mr. Brooke grabbed my ass cheeks. He did as I told him, never stopping. I move my hips forward to help him out. 
  My orgasm was approaching once again. This was something I wouldn’t be able to contain. “Gah!” I shriek, gasping and leaning my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Oh, Henry!” My eyes closed tight as fireworks began to go off all over my body. The tingle I felt all over me and then pleasure of being with the one I—love…it… It just made it so much better. I orgasmed and it was the best one I ever had. I started to shudder all over and it gave me a great sense of pleasure. Something I had experienced before but only became better as we kept doing it. 
  My pussy gripped his cock tight, making it so much better for him, I knew. His whole girth was inside of me and I felt full. The best, though, thing was feeling his cum inside of me at the same time that I orgasmed. And I couldn’t help my dirty mouth once again. 
  “You wanna cum all over my face, hmm? I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t—” I shuddered as I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my cervix, “—you?” 
  “I like it when you talk like that,” he grunted, grabbing me by the neck and kissing me quite fiercely. His small jerks and the warmness inside of me told he was still cumming.