A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... driving hot jets of seed into my mouth. "Fucking jesus christ, oh yes, yes, yes, you dirty fucking bitch." Each grunted outburst was accompanied by a surge of warm cum spurting onto my tongue. His body lunged in time with each word until he slumped, exhausted but still muttering under his breath. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. I can't believe you did that, fucking awesome. You're fucking amazing." I sucked at the flagging erection in my hands giving us both time to recover some of our composure. I pulled my mouth away and carried on rubbing gently. "I hope this gets hard again, I haven't finished with you yet. I think Wholelottarosie's story will help, I hope she gets what she wants. Am I going to get what I want Mike?" I started to read again, my hand squeezing and pulling Mike's deflated cock, waiting, hoping for the first signs of renewed life. A cool breeze brushed over my nipples, it felt like fingers caressing my skin. The tips drew inwards, tightening and drawing a sharp, surprised intake of breath. I glanced down at the proud firm mounds standing out from my chest. A thin film of sweat brought on by pure lust made them glisten in the bright lights from the house. The view vanished under an invasion of hands that pawed at me, tugging and twisting turning me on and making me push my chest back squirming under their delicious touch. I knew my moans could only be heard by the men that were giving me this pleasure, the party music made sure of that. "Get the dirty tart further back ...

... where nobody can see us fucking her." "Are you one of those men Mike? Do you want to be leading her into the dark where you can do whatever you want to her? Oh yes, you do. You're getting hard again. Is that because of what you want to do to Rosie or is it because your new slutty PA is stroking your cock?" "God yes, I'd love to do you both." Slowly but surely a little bit of confidence was returning and he was beginning to accept that it was his lucky day. I asked if he wanted more of the story. "Fuck yeah, make me hard again bitch." The edge of the table pressed hard against the backs of my legs, it didn't move, it supported me and let them spread me even wider. Another hand pushed between my open thighs and 2 sets of fingers started to plunge in and out lubricated by the copious flow of juices leaking out of my slit. My nipples were on fire from the abuse. Rough fingers were determined to treat me like a dirty fuck toy. Pain shot through my head as a hand grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head backwards; lips kissed and suckled my lips and my neck. I could hear as well as feel the fingers fucking my hole, I knew I was cumming and I knew it would be soon. So many hands and mouths using me and driving me towards the climax I'd needed for hours. Then it was rising from my toes and wrapping itself round inside my body, tightening it's hold on me, squeezing the air our of my lungs in one long low moan. My hips thrust back against the hands spearing in and out between my ...