I managed to get half of my thumb inside her as I felt my balls tighten. She was screaming in pleasure as I relentlessly invaded both of her holes. She was writhing in between the front seats.
“I’m going to cum Micky……fuck my arse…..fuck me in my fucken arse.”
I wasted no time. I pulled out of her pussy and lined my cock head up against her anus. She reached between her legs and frantically rubbed her clit. My cock was already slick with her juice so I presumed that it would be slippery enough. She pushed back and the head of my cock was accepted into her hole.
“Fuck it hard Micky……fuck my tight arse”, she pleaded with me.
I pushed forward and allowed her muscles to get used to my girth. She moaned as more and more of me passed into her tight hole. I started to slip in and out of her as her muscles relaxed around my pole. As I started to move more easily into her I picked up the pace. The extra tightness did nothing to help with my impending ejaculation.
I was now thrusting in to Becky with a similar force that I was using when I was in her pussy. Her clit rubbing was feverish. She was bucking and screaming as her orgasm started to take hold. The car was rocking with the shear force at which I was fucking her.
“Here it comes Micky…….here it comes……Ohhhhhhhhhhh……ohhhhhhh keep fucking my arse……”
She let out a scream and pushed back hard into me. I felt myself come to the boil. With her anus spasming around me I came in large torrents of semen that coated the inside of her. I threw my head back and let out a series of grunts as I emptied myself into her.
I collapsed over her back, panting in time with her own heaving breath’s.
“Are you OK?” I asked her.
“I’m fine……just a bit sore.”
“I’m sorry I……..”
“No not there! I’m at a really funny angle so I’ve stiffened up.”
I pulled out and watched as a trickle of cum leaked from her gaping arsehole. I opened up the glove box to get some wipes out that I had put in there. I cleaned my cock and put my trousers and boxers back on. Becky managed to sit back down and clean herself, wiping her butt and putting her panties back on. I looked at the cars clock and saw that we had only been fucking for about 9 or 10 minutes. Becky hopped out and disappeared into the bushes with some wipes. I went around the back of the car and took a rug from out of the boot. She came back a couple of minutes later looking sexy as hell, flushed and disheveled. She walked up to me and gave me a huge deep kiss.
“Thanks Micky. I needed that.”
“No problem. Should we go and get this coffee?”
We jumped back into the car and headed to the coffee shop. Becky had lifted her dress at the back and was sitting on a blanket I found in the back of the car. She was leaking cum.
“It’s still coming out Micky”, she laughed as we pulled into the coffee shop’s car park.
“I’ll get the coffee’s, you just sit and…um….relax?”
I walked into the shop and told the guy that I was picking up our order. He gave me some carriers and bags but I still had to struggle out of the door. I arrived back into the car and was grateful that Becky managed to help take some of the drinks off my hands.
“I think it’s all out now”, she giggled
“Well that’s good news. That was really sexy fucking you like that.”
“It felt great. We need to make sure we get quickies as often as possible. But what brought that episode on?” she enquired.
I decided to come clean about my little chat session with Sarah, “I had an interesting instant message chat with Sarah just before we left.”
“Oh.”
“I didn’t know all that happened before I took you home on Friday.”
“Are you mad?” she said quietly.
“Of course not. It just sounded hot that’s all.”
“So that’s why you came over all horny!”, she said loudly
I laughed as we pulled into the car park. I turned the car off and headed into reception.
Sarah was waiting with a grin on her face.
“Well that took a while…..whatever could you have been up to”, was her sarcastic remark.
“Just getting coffee Sarah”, I replied.
“Sure sure. That’s why Becky’s hair is out of place and she’s as flushed as hell.”
Becky leaned over Sarah’s desk, “Maybe the car journey was just really hot.”
“Maybe you should message me when you get back to your desk”, Sarah said softly.
We walked through the reception doors into the main office. Becky handed me the coffee’s and went into the woman’s toilets to do a final clean up. I walked down the hall and was greeted with ‘hooray’s’ and ‘well done’s’ as people got their coffee fixes.
I sat down with my Americano and sipped the rich, warm liquid.
Becky arrived about 5 minutes later. She looked as fresh as she did in the morning. She flashed me a naughty grin.
Best Monday….EVER!
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The rest of the week never really reached the heights of Monday. On Tuesday Becky gave me a blow job on the way home. Sitting in a traffic jam getting sucked off by a beautiful 19 year old might actually be the best journey home I have ever experienced.
On Wednesday we were in panic stations due to a massive stop work order on our largest project, causing an 8 day delay and a whole mountain of logistic concerns. Becky left work at just after 8, I was there with Malcolm and Robert until almost 11pm.
Thursday was spent going over the fallout of the Wednesday from hell. Everything was finally sorted but only after numerous meetings, conference calls and terse emails. I finally got to talk properly to Becky in the afternoon as we sat in the cafeteria.
“So this weekend?”
Becky looked up, “Emma?”
“Yeah. She’s arriving tomorrow evening BUT she’s going to stay with her friend for one night before coming around on Saturday. Sooooo…..I was wondering if you want to give staying at mine another go.”
“I’d love that. Unfortunately I’m heading out with some of the girls from work.”
“Well that’s just annoying,” I said with some comical frustration.
“But we’re only heading to Minx (a local 80’s themed dance club – awful, just awful) so I can come round afterwards if you like?”
“I would very much like. Who’s going from work?”
“Sarah, Tracy, the girls from pipelines and tendering…..Carol wasn’t interested,” she said with feigned shock.
“Watch out for that Sarah, I think she has designs on you.”
“Well I haven’t exactly pushed her away,” she said with a little flirt in her voice.
“I know.” I said giving her a wink.
“Oh yeah…..” She looked genuinely embarrassed.
“Relax,” I said calming her down. “I don’t have any problem with it.”
“You don’t mind that I go with girls?”
“Not at all. It’s not as though you have shied away from that side of things. Maybe one day it’s something we can do together?”
“I’d love that. I’ve never had a proper threesome before.”
I laughed. I was a 41 year old guy who had never experienced half the things that Becky had already done. When I was 19 I was still pretty stoked if I managed to get to 3rd base!
“Well, keep your eyes open.”
“Will do,” she said with a soldiers salute.
“So I guess I’ll just try and figure out something to do by myself on Friday then. Poor me.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to think of something.”
“Well just in case our paths don’t cross on Friday, here’s a key to my apartment. Let yourself in if I’m not home.”
“Ooooh….so we’re giving each other keys are we?”
I blushed a little, “No no – just for tomorrow night. It’s got the address on the key ring. It’s pretty easy to find.”
“Well make sure that when I arrive you’re ready for some fun.”
“I’ll be ready, willing and able.”
We went back to our desks and got on with some work.
I instant messaged Robert to see if he fancied some beers on Friday. He responded almost immediately saying that he was waiting for an excuse to go out. We decided it would just be me and him for a proper catch up. We’d head out to the sport club for dinner and drinks. I don’t think I have ever had a bad night out with Robert. He is fantastic company.
Friday arrived and the day soon went. Becky was making work very difficult wearing a pair of skin tight leggings with a long shirt. She looked like sex. If sex could be dressed up and made to work in an office she was pretty much what sex would look like. She sent me numerous instant messages throughout the day to remind me that when our separate nights finished she was going to do all sorts of nasty things to me.
I had a semi for most of the day.
It came time to finish up for the week. The usual ritual of closing down laptops and signing off last minute emails came and went. The office emptied out. Carol wished us all a good weekend and excitedly went off to her 2 night ‘Youth for Christ’ camping trip. Malcolm was heading to his local teams footy match on Saturday and then cleaning out his garage. Slow down Malcolm….your life is just TOO exciting!
“So just us left,” cooed Becky
“Yep.”
“I want you to have a good night tonight. We have the morning to ourselves remember.”
I smiled, “You’re very good to me.”
She walked up to me and leaned in so her lips were almost touching my ear, “You have no idea.”
She glanced around the office and seeing that very few people remained she placed her hand on my crotch and began to rub, “There’ll be so much more than this tonight….and tomorrow morning. I’m going to ride the fuck out of you.”
And with that she turned around and walked down the hallway and spoke, “Bye Robert, have a great weekend. Be gentle with him….he’s old”
A few seconds later Robert popped his head around the cubicle, “Alright Micky. Come on!”
“Just closing everything down.”
He looked back down the hallway after Becky, “Seriously Micky, I have no idea how you get any work done. If she was in my team I would be sitting there the whole day with my tongue hanging out. She is ridiculously hot.”
“Yeah….it’s not easy. She’s a great worker though.”
“She’s great everything…..oh my god those legs.”
“Do I need to report you to HR?”
“No chance. I’m way to old to try and keep up with a teenager.”
I laughed and put my laptop in my bag. We walked down through the deserted office and out into the cool of the car park. Robert was getting a lift to my place and we were going to walk from there to the pub.
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