A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... placate me. For god's sake, I didn't need placating, what I needed was what he had just stuffed back into his trousers. "Do you want me to read some of it for you?" His eyes blinked then blinked again. In fact they blinked several times as if he was checking to make sure he was awake. "What?" "Well if I'm going to be your PA, I would expect to read most of your correspondence and decide which bits are important. Come and sit down, we're both adults, there's no reason for us to be uncomfortable about this, is there?" His face told me that he was waiting for me to snap and launch into a tirade of abuse. It was fun having a man on edge and wondering where I was going. I certainly wasn't going where he feared I was. I started to read in my sexiest voice from somewhere around where I guessed he'd finished: I didn’t made it more that five feet into his house that first time, his fingers were under my skirt and between my legs as he said "Hi sexy." Seconds later my face was sliding over the frosted glass panels of his front door while his muscular body drove his exquisite blood engorged erection into my unfaithful married pussy. I came twice right there in his hall before he pumped me full of his sperm, opened the door and told me to ring him if I was up for it again. I was sitting bemused in my car before the word “bastard” even occurred to me. I wasn't too sure from the look on Mike's face that reading to him was going to be good for his health, but a brief glance at his trousers ...

... was enough for me to be sure of the effect this was having on him. "Is that what you like Mike? Does it turn you on the way Wholelottarosie was treated like a slut?" "Roz, she's called Roz." "Oh my god, do you know her?" "I chat to her on Lush sometimes, I don't know her really." "Would you like to? I think you would." His head nodded sheepishly, it was clear that he would have liked to know her mostly in the biblical sense. "Do you tell her you masturbate when you read her stories?" "Yes." I had to force myself to hold back the laughter building up inside me. Not because of what he did but because of the terrible conflict that showed all over his face. He wanted me to read to him and he wanted to tell me everything about Wholelottarosie and what he did on chats with her, but he was mortified at the whole situation. "Do you like me reading to you, shall I carry on?" "God yes, are you sure you want to." I grinned and picked up where I had left off, reading slowly and methodically. From the way his hand was rubbing his cock, I was doing something right. So I did lie there on his bed, yes I kept my legs open and when Kev walked through the door my fingers were rubbing the creampie Bill had given me. Any misgivings I might have had about what I was doing vanished the second he climbed on top of me and fed his thick unyielding hardness into my willing pussy. By the time his seed joined Bill's, Joel was already standing impatiently at the bedroom door watching his friend bring me ...