Story 17 #5
He looked down at her, at her slutty little face, his cum running down it, still licking at it to try and get more, and his lust for her only grew.
He pulled her to her feet, and then he reached beneath her skirt, pulling her panties down. He pushed her back onto the desk so that she was sitting on it, and then he dropped to his knees before her.
He pushed her legs apart and began to lick at her thighs. He had wanted to dominate her, but now he was worshiping her; he couldn’t help himself.
He licked at her, smelling her pussy as he moved closer to it, pushing her skirt up further.
His hands caressed her lower legs, feeling the silkiness of her stockings, and then his mouth reached her pussy. He kissed it, slowly, and then he began to lick at it, taking his time, feeling all of it, exploring it as he tasted her.
Her cries were becoming louder as he lapped at her pussy, as he felt her juices on his face.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her to him, pushing his tongue into her, his nose rubbing back and forth at her clit.
Then, he raised his mouth and began to suck on her clit, and her cries turned to screams of absolute ecstasy.
He was hard again, and he wanted her.
He got to his feet and looked at her as she sat there, panting, his cum still on her face just as her juices were on his face.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her to him, pushing her skirt up.
One of his hands moved down her thigh, past her skin, and down over her stockings as he slid his cock into her tight, wet pussy.
It felt so good to be inside her; her pussy clamped around his cock. He held himself in there, wanting to enjoy the moment, as she wrapped her legs around him.
He began to thrust into her with long, slow strokes. Her arms were around him, holding him tight as he slowly started to build up the pace. He was pushing his cock as deep into her as it would go, and her hips were rocking back and forth in time to his strokes.
He began to go faster. He kept his cock deep inside her but didn’t pull it out as far as before, going for short, sharp thrusts into her.
He looked down at her breasts, bouncing wonderfully as he did this.
One of his hands slid up to grab hold of one of them, squeezing it as he kept thrusting, kept fucking her, harder and harder.
Then, he pulled out of her.
He stepped back and grabbed hold of her, pulling her off the desk.
He turned her around and bent her over it. He pushed her down roughly, but he didn’t need to - she was eager to go, eager to please, eager to offer herself to him once more.
He pushed her skirt up and looked down at her perfect ass. He couldn’t help himself, and he spanked her, hard. She let out a cry and looked back at him as he held her down.
He looked at her thighs, at her gorgeous stockings.
Then, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her ass before finding her pussy again and pushing into her from behind.
He held her with one hand on the back of her neck as he started fucking her harder, harder.
She reached across the desk and grabbed hold of the edges, as though holding on for dear life.
For a moment, he was grateful for how sturdy the desk was, so that it didn’t collapse or at least shift forward under the hard fucking he was giving her.
Again and again she cried out as, again and again, his cock slammed home, pounding her harder and harder.
He could feel it within him - soon there would be another explosion.
He was grateful that he’d cum already; her pussy was so tight, so warm, so wonderful, that it was the only way that he could last as long as he wanted.
Even now, he knew that there couldn’t be long left for him.
Her cries reached a fever pitch, and he felt her tense, felt her even tighter around him as her orgasm rocked her body, and in that moment, he came inside her, thrusting back and forth several more times, wanting to drain every last drop from his cock,
wanting to keep enjoying this moment inside her.
Then, he stepped back, and she turned around, leaning back on the desk, panting
He reached out and stroked her face, feeling some of his cum still there.
He was glad that he had a private bathroom so that she would be able to clean herself up.
He told himself that she was going to have to try and look a bit respectable at least as they left the office to go back to his place.
Not like the naughty girl she really was.
She would have to keep that secret till he got her back to his place.
And then? Then the real fun could begin.