Mondays Will Never Be The Same chapter 2
Mondays Will Never Be The Same chapter 2
Sex Story Author: | truck24000 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | what does it smell like?" I ask. Not sure, but it smells somewhat like sex, but it shouldn't be, |
Sex Story Category: | Authoritarian |
Sex Story Tags: | Authoritarian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Extreme, Fiction, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Females |
She starts to rock back and forth, and then slowly slides up and down quickly; giving me this most incredible feeling I have ever felt while fucking! I take her nipple in my mouth and savour the hardness and saltiness together, what a taste, I moan loudly wanting more and more with each stroke she makes on m y cock!
I feel the familiar tingling in my balls and know I will not last much longer, I whisper, ” please slow down, not yet” she lowers herself all the way down and lifts my lips to hers and kisses me hard, deep and her tongue goes deep as well as mine does. I’m caressing her nipples they are becoming harder still.
She sits straight up and archers her back and I feel her pussy clamping down as she cams hard and fast, I can’t resist and I come too from the sensation of it all, I suck a nipple in and lightly bite down and this brings her to an even higher orgasm.
She holds me tight as she slowly rocks back and forth trying to get it all from out of me. I pump what I have left and we enjoy the moment with me still inside her very wet and pulsing pussy. She looks at me and smiles, and then says “Thank you for all your help and this quick fuck was just what I needed!
Well I guess I’m late for work I say, as we both crack up laughing.
When we are done and dressed I take her into town and drop her off at the garage where her car will be towed to. We exchanged numbers and a promise of doing this again soon, very soon.
I finally get to work and my boss is pissed off because I’m late, keep in mind I have never been late before. She calls me into the office and shuts the door which means I’m in for an ass chewing now. I sit in the small chair in front of her desk and s she steps around to her chair she sniffs the air, “do you smell something odd?” she asks.
“No?
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