A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... the cleft of my bum. He took my arms and held them behind his head, pressing his lips into the nape of my neck in a passionate embrace. It also left me completely defenceless against John. My back was arched pushing me out as if I was inviting him to do whatever he chose and he wasn't about to refuse the invitation. "Let John touch you Roz. You like being touched, you loved it last time." “Not here. People can see.” They weren’t listening, my arms were pinned by Joel’s strong hands and my dress was sliding up over my thighs. It could only be John. His fingers grazed my delicate skin stroking round the back of my knees until he felt my legs shiver and give way under the sensations he was creating. Any protests I was making were losing the little authority they might have had and when the invading hands pushed gently on the inside of my thighs, they opened like the petals of a flower welcome the rising sun. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet I can smell it. You dirty cow.” A single finger pushed at the sodden material that was the only line of defence between me and the outside world. I felt the cloth being pushed up into my pussy. “Bill told me about last weekend. He says this pussy loves being filled with cock. It’s sure wet and ready for action right now.” My tiny thong was being pulled over my thighs and down until I felt it's cool wetness on my ankles. My right foot was lifted, then my left. I didn't expect to see that thong again. I knew John wanted to fuck me and I knew I was ...

... going to let him. Looking back, I was even going to let him fuck me right there in the corner of the room. My grip behind Joel’s head had tightened to take the weight off my feet in readiness for John to lift my legs. "You have a beautiful cock Mike, so hard. I can feel it's going to cum for me soon." His hands gripped the arms of the chair, white knuckles showed the strain he was under. Small beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead threatened to run over his face. My fingers tightened, he was close, very close, I sensed that I could finish him any time I wanted to. "Would you like to be one of the men with her? I know you would sweetheart, I can feel you getting harder every time she acts like the married slut she claims to be. Can you picture the way you would lift her dress up. When she says no, you would make her do it anyway wouldn't you, is it better when she says no and you and your friends force her to do it. Can you smell how wet she is Mike, how wet and horny she is. That's it. you're so hard, so close. How does it feel to have a slut to read to you and stroke your hard cock until you cum for her. That's right, cum for me, cum down my slutty throat." The low drawn out groan and the thrusting of his hips was more than enough to tell me it was time. My head dipped to take his hot throbbing rod deep into the back of my throat. Not a second too soon, with a cry of desperation he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard onto a cock that was already pulsing, ...