After Hours With Boss

She got even more wet as he touched her. It had been a very long time since she felt any sort of connection and it felt wonderful. She bit her lip as he knelt in front of her. She wanted him to make her cum in the worst way but she smiled as he said he wanted her to make herself cum.

She lay back on his desk, lifting up her skirt and taking her now wet panties off. She started to play with the outer swollen lips which were already slick with wetness. She slowly slid in a second finger and groaned as she did

"So wet for you..." She muttered, completely turned on by her boss.
 
He helped her to slide the panties off, pausing long enough to hold them to his nose, inhaling the scent of her excitement, before setting them to the side. Her arousal was intoxicating, both the smell and sight of it; he could not get enough of her, not at the moment.

As she slid a finger in, he moved in closer, placing his hands back onto her naked thighs. He began kissing her skin again, moving closer as she started pumping the second finger into her pussy.

"So wet for you...," she muttered, and he moved closer still, the glistening wetness of her juices coating her hand and groin; even closer, his warm breath, hot and heavy, blew across her clit as he focused his entire attention upon her.

"That's it. Fuck your pussy, Erika. Fuck it," he said, a little more than a whisper, but growing in volume, his lips and tongue within an inch of the center of the universe for the moment. He'd never imagined talking dirty like that before, especially not to his wife; he found it exhilirating, liberating even, not just saying the words but meaning them.

His voice grew a bit louder still, emboldened, the strength of it building, commanding, demanding: "Show me how hot you are right now. Show me how well you follow orders, my orders." He reached forward with one hand, the other still bracing himself on her leg, and grabbed her right breast roughly, palm pressing down against her aereola, her nipple, kneading the tit with his fingers and seeing how she reacted to it.
 
She was already wet. She had her juices dripping down her thighs and down her legs. She was laying back on her boss' desk, some of his papers on the floor, some of them spread out over the desk. She lay there, three fingers buried deep inside her. She shivers as she feels her boss breath hot breathe on her already wet pussy.

She gets more turned as her boss tells her to fuck her pussy. "Oh fuck...fuck.." She mutters, finger fucking herself roughly. "You make me so fucking hot.." She mutters, finger fucking herself wildly..squirming all over the desk, starting to make a wet stain.

She moans as he grabs her breast, making her nipple rock hard. "Mmm, fuck." She groans.

She knew he was married and she didn't care. She was already so fucking hot for him.
 
Satisfied with what he'd seen, heard, and smelled, he grabbed her hand firmly by the wrist and pulled it out from her pussy, taking the fingers into his mouth, sucking hard on them, removing his other hand from under her bra and placing it on the outside of her pussy, rubbing her enflamed lips with the heel of his palm, applying hard pressure to her groin. The taste of her juices was exquisite, coating her hand like chocolate sauce on ice cream, and he sucked and licked every last drop her could from her fingers, her hand, her arm, hungry for more and more.

He then leaned forward, removing his palm from her pussy, and sucked on her cleft, his tongue forcing its way between the labia and licking the pooled juices from there as well. He continued to lap at her, like a dog drinking water after having been denied for so long, thirsty for her, needing her to fill himself up, make up for such a long time, just in case he'd never have a chance of finding this oasis in the desert again.
 
She moaned softly as she watched her boss start to lap at her dripping wet pussy. "Dear god..." She muttered. She watched him and it was as if he had never tasted pussy before. She starts to squirm on his desk...dear god. "You're going to make me cum all over your desk." She whimpers as she toys with his hair with her fingers.

"Mmm, boss.." She mutters. She had never been this excited in her life. "Ooooh, fuck. Feels so good."
 
"Dear god... You're going to make me cum all over your desk. Mmm, boss... Ooooh, fuck. Feels so good."

He didn't know if she meant any of it, or it was just her stroking his ego for the moment. To be honest, he didn't care; his ego needed more than just stroking. His ego needed the handjob of all handjobs, the world's most unbelievable hummer, and a few other things besides. And this woman laying half-naked and prostrate across his desk, she was giving it to him, all of it. That was what he wanted, what he needed.

But there was something other than his ego that needed stroking right now. He removed his mouth from her pussy, and stood, hands roughly grabbing at her hips. "I want you to," he said in response, finally. "Cum all over it. I want this desk to be so thoroughly soaked by you, that it will smell like you for the rest of my life. I want, every time I sit at this desk, to take a deep breath, and smell you there in front of me just as you are now."

Without warning, he rolled her over, her belly against the desk, her legs dangling down in front. He didn't bother doing his belt or pants, just pulling them all down around his knees, including his boxers, leaving his cock point straight forward. It was not a long one, maybe 7 inches or so, but it was wide - twice as wide in one direction as it was in the other, oval-shaped even. One hand still on her hips, he placed the other on her shoulder, holding her down on the desk; leaning forward, he easily slid his cock into her pussy, impaling her up to the hilt, with one fluid movement.
 
If he kept his mouth at her pussy, she was definitely going to cum all over his desk. She was incredibly horny and the way he worked his mouth on her womanhood, was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. But without warning, he flipped her over so that her legs dangled over the front of the desk, her full figure bent over the desk.

And without warning, he slid his wide dick into her pussy from behind. "Oooh boss." She muttered. "Fuck me. Fuck this pussy. Give me that big cock." She demands as she reaches down rubbing herself to remain nice and wet.
 
Once he'd adjusted to the feeling, the feeling of being inside a woman again, the feeling of his cock fully enveloped in a silky smooth tunnel of juice and flesh and utter lust, Glenn began to pump out and in, keeping his strokes firm but shallow.

He kept one hand on her shoulder, holding her in place as he fucked her from behind, pinning her down against the desk, his fingers twining around her bra-strap. His other hand explored her body, rubbing her breasts from the side, reaching under her to where her fingers are as well, helping to rub her clit, caressing the small of her back, squeezing her ass, even running a wet fingertip around the rim of her rosebud. He could feel his own pleasures building, but made slight adjustments each time, throwing himself slightly off-rhythm each time, to prolong his endurance.
 
She moaned as she was bent over his desk, moaning louder as he took her pussy from behind. She knew this was wrong: he was married with kids and she was about to be married. But fucking her boss was so good, he was so big inside of her.

"Such a naughty boss..." She whisper as she reaches down, rubbing herself harder as he fucks her. This is a complete turn on for her.

"Oooh, give me that big fat, dick..."
 
Glenn continued to pump her from behind, releasing all of his tension and anger and all of the pent-up emotions of the past few years, emotions which he'd bottled up and kept hidden from all, even himself. Now, he had a release, a conduit for all of that stored energy, and he was making the most of it, fucking Erika uncontrollably.

He reached up a little further with the hand that had been on her shoulder, running his fingers through her hair, then grabbing the long flowing brown hair, making a fist, and pulled back forcefully - not a sudden yank, but like a rider bringing his mount under control, as he was trying to bring Erika under his own control.

Meanwhile, with the other hand, he reached around, dipping his thumb into her slit, flicking her clut briefly with the pad, then removing that hand. He gave her ass a hard slap, then splayed his hands across her ass cheeks, her juices still dripping from his thumb as it circled around the rim of her rosebud, before he popped it in to the first knuckle, and wiggled it.
 
This was hot for her. Before tonight, she had never really fantasized about her boss. So maybe it was the heat, making them both hot for each other. She didn't care that he was married with kids and she didn't care that she had a loving fiancee at home waiting for her. She gripped her boss' desk, shoving paper's onto the floor.

"Ooooh, fuck me good. Give me that dick, boss." She smiled softly. "Mmm, such a big cock. Too bad your wife doesn't appreciate it."
 
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