She looked over her shoulder at me as she wagged her arse, sucking her fingers again. I watched as she slid them down her arse, over her arsehole, down to her clit, rubbing gently. I watched her suck her other set of fingers too. They went down to her nether regions from underneath, working fast. Her first hand rose and she gently slid her fingers inside, finger fucking herself and rubbing away. All the while, her arse kept rocking. She began to moan as she finger fucked faster and faster.
I stopped stroking my cock as I watched. This was getting so hot already if I wasn’t careful I was going to bust my nut again before I even fucked her.
She bucked harder on her fingers and her moaning rose to screaming. It was then I was glad that the room was soundproofed and there was nobody on my floor. She fucked herself harder and kept on screaming. Her screaming rose to a loud grunt as she came, her cum dripping from her wet snatch and fingers.
She then withdrew her fingers and ran her lubed index finger along her anus. She circled the rim gently at first, before she plunged two fingers right in. Stuffed in her arse she rubbed her clit furiously, fucking her own arse.
Bucking furiously she worked harder and faster, stuffing both fingers in. Within seconds she had worked to a full fist inside her arse, pumping away – her own cum and arse juices serving as its own lubrication. Then again, it might just have been stretched from the savage pounding I gave her earlier.
She wasn’t holding back with the screaming now. I was starting to wonder just how good the sound proofing was.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!! AHHH! AHHH! AHH!”
On she wailed, her hands now working so furiously. She pulled out her hand from her arse, and held it out for me, I sucked those finger and licked her entire hand. I wanted to feel dirty, Beyond the filth of cheating. Dirty like the Devil himself. I licked her hand and gave her tshirt to her to wipe it down.
Still rubbing her clit, she lowered her arse to my cock. She slapped my hands aside and guided it in. Her stretched arsehole swallowed it up quickly.
My hands sliding to those curves that engulfed my cock, I pushed her forward. I grabbed her pony tail with one hand, arse and hip with the other. She rubbed her clit as she grinded into me, both us fucking hard. I yanked her hair, pumping hard.
Her arse shook and vibrated as my cock pounded her deeply and hands slapped her skin so hard, turning it into a shade of beet red. I called her every dirty name I could conjure to mind. Slut, cunt, whore, filth, white trash. She got off on it. I could see her lips twist into a sneer as she just fucked harder.
Her hands reached forward to grasp the desk as she rode me harder. Her breathing became even more labored, difficult. I could tell she was barely holding onto the desk, her balance shot and screams rising. They became muffled as her breathing strained under the intensity until all that she could usher was whimpering cries of ecstasy and pain.
I wanted to dump my load inside her then but I was still numb from the blowjob earlier. I pulled back and out of her. She turned around and sucked the shit from my cock. She took it right into the back of her throat and licked all the residue off it, flickering with her tongue. I felt we had taken our sex to another level – a new level of filth and degradation. I wondered just how far we would go.
She then straddled me in my chair. Those stilettos somehow managed to grip the armrests of my chair. Her hands rested on my shoulders and she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I guided it right into her dripping snatch, my hands slid underneath grasping her arse.
She looked right into my eyes as she began to ride me. My eyes rolled back again as she licked my neck and ear. She began to suck on it gently. Her arse felt like the softest cushion as it slowly rose and desended my shaft. My mouth met hers and we kissed.
I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone with such passion. It was soft – very softly. Our tongues met gently and melted instantly. I could taste my cum and her shit, yet it melted into some sort of feeling of dirty, unbridled lust.
She rode me so slowly. My hands encomparseed those large tits as she kept riding. She arched her back, sliding balls deep onto me. My hands slid over those firm thighs and arse, caressing her lower back. I lowered my head over those beautiful globes, glistening with saliva and sweat. My tongue gently circled her nipples, sucking them and biting them playfully. No part of her body was neglected.
My hands gripped her arse as she pumped me harder. I heard her breathing rise as did the tempo. I felt my own pressure rise as well. I licked and sucked her tits, fucking her harder and harder. I don’t know how long we went for, but we didn’t want it to end. Our bodies were hotter than hell, drenched in sweat and our sex tainting the smell of the office. I kept pulling her into me, slowing down before I came and building up again and again. We kissed, we moaned, we groaned, we laughed at how good we felt. My tongue licked her chest, breasts and neck. I bit her tits, throat and ears. She cried gently as she bucked under my touch.
It took an eternity of fucking, but eventually we hit a point where we both couldn’t take much more. Her legs were already tiring and I knew I couldn’t take much more as much cock was almost raw from the constant friction and fucking, despite the juices. Our mouths met and we could not stop kissing hotly. She bucked and I pounded her with all my might. Our screams were muffled by our mouths being locked onto each other. Tongues dancing sensuously, hotly, full of lust.
Looking into each others eyes, we pushed ourselves to cum together. Her acrylic nails dug deeply into my shoulders, clinging me for support. Wave after crippling wave of orgasm flew out of me, as it did with her. I felt her body twitch on the end of me – legs buckling under the strain and arse wobble. My load blew deep inside her, despite the repeated fucking she’d received all day I felt as if I came more than ever. Like a fountain gushing and overflowing, it dripped down the end of my cock. I couldn’t tell if it was her juices or mine. I plunged as deeply as I could. She collapsed ontop of me.
There we lay, Sarah lying ontop of me. My hands caressed that athletic body, down her shoulders and back, across her butt cheeks and down her thighs and calves. Our breathing was raggered and voices raspy. We could barely speak.
When she finally had the strength to move, she looked at me and we kissed passionately. She smiled sweetly, yet teasingly. She was just as sore as me, if not more so. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to untwine herself from the chair and stagger off me. She couldn’t contain the juices inside her, they dribbled down her leg. Bracing herself against my desk, she wiped herself down with the same t-shirt we used earlier.
She pulled the denim shorts up, and put on her t-shirt. Damn she looked like a mess. Her t-shirt was covered in cum stains, sweat and shit, the front patch of her shorts were wet. Her hair was a raggered mess, entire body sweaty and aglow. To top it off, she couldn’t stand up straight. There stood my dirty little whore in all her glory.
I pulled my boxers and pants up, figuring she’d need help walking to the car. As I opened the door with one hand, holding her in the other, I noticed the security crew and cleaners were standing there. The cleaner, poised with her hand in the air as if to knock on the door. They took one look at me and a double take on Sarah. Their eyes light up like runway lights and told the story that they knew precisely what had taken place. I think it was her t-shirt gave us away though to be honest with you.
Without a backwards glance, I simply said “Excuse us” and guided Sarah to the elevator, leaving the door open for them.
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