A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... to a shuddering orgasm seconds before his own. Joel didn't waste time undressing before taking his turn to climb between my thighs and slide his length into me in a single push. His frantic grunts told me he wasn't going to be a stayer and sure enough a few minutes later a third load was emptied into my soaking hole. They all came back for seconds, but not before they pushed me into a shower and told me to clean myself up. At the time it seemed like a fun thing to do, but afterwards when I thought about it, I had my doubts. The way I lay on Bill's bed while they sat downstairs drinking and listening to music then taking it in turns to come up and fuck me was, if I'm honest, a bit demeaning. The worst moment was when he told me they'd all had enough and I could go. They were so casual about saying their goodbyes, as I walked out the door I felt dirty and used but at the same time so, so satisfied. "Your friend has a very dirty mind, doesn't she. Do you think she does the things she writes about?" He might have answered, he might not, but he was distracted by my long slim fingers running across the expanse of his thigh and scraping down the bulge that was quite clearly straining to break free. "You no doubt expect your Personal Assistant to make sure you're as comfortable as possible don't you. You aren't comfortable now, I can see that." It wasn't a question and if it had been I don't think it would have received a response. I remember hoping that his heart was in good ...

... condition because he stopped breathing for quite some time while I unfastened his trousers and released his needy erection into the safe keeping of my warm hands. The explosion of released air when it left his lungs seemed to be more of an anguished cry than a need to breathe. With confident long strokes I ran the folds of loose skin up and down his elongated shaft squeezing out a steady flow of clear gel to run slowly onto my fingers. The slippery lubrication made it so easy for me to let my fingertips slide across the ridge of his purple helmet. His cock twitched and his body tensed each time I breached the boundary between his shaft and the sensitive head. "There, that's much better isn't it. I see what you mean about the story, if she really did this she's a very dirty girl. That's what you like though, isn't it, you like thinking about women being dirty. You really like what I'm doing now, don't you. Is it all right for me to touch you like this?" "God yes, please don't stop." His voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes were closed, shutting out the sight of me masturbating him and letting him focus on the wonderful feeling of my hand on his steel hard cock. I was maneuvered further into the corner and the two men held me between them, I felt John’s hands trying to lift the hem of my dress. That was too much and I pushed his hands away, forcing the cloth back down. Joel moved behind me blocking the view of anyone inside the room, he pressed into my back, his hardness digging into ...