A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... legs; I could hear my voice crying for them to make me cum. “Oh god, please, yes, make me cum. Please make me cum.” "The dirty fuckin' slut's cumming lads, do her harder." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuuuuuuck." My hips jerked back into the hands that were fingering me, my cries rose into the sky to be swallowed by the beat of dance music. My eyes opened wide but I saw nothing except the hands and fingers that covered so much of my skin, exploring, touching, groping me like the cheap tart I’d become. "Oh god Mike, feel how hard you are again, I think Rosie knows how to turn you on with her stories. Maybe you should send her an e-mail and tell her how her story made your PA so horny you had to fuck her. You are going to fuck me aren't you Mike." Seductively, I unfastened my blouse one button at a time, slowly revealing the tops of my small firm breasts. "Do you want to do this for me? Take my blouse off and play with me?" His hands moved quickly to take over from mine. This day just got better and better. "Oh god, you don't have a bra on." Warm hands closed round each firm mound squeezing gently as if he was inspecting a piece of fine art. Maybe in his mind, he was. He tested me, pinching and twisting a nipple until I moaned. "Oh yes, I like that, do it again." He did do it again, and again, and again. It was becoming more difficult to read and to focus on playing with an erection that was growing back to it's steel like glory. I knew I wanted to finish the story and ...

... drive my new boss to complete despair. Oh god no. I wanted to yell at Bill, tell him that I was so close. It was too late, the next man was ready to rub his engorged head against my opening, ready to use me, and the latest tasty morsel was being forced to the back of my throat. This time I needed to cum. I let my body start to thrash between the two men, my moans and groans were my only way to tell them that I needed them to make me cum again. "She's off again Steve, what a cocklover." "Don't stop Stevee, go for it man, make the slut take it. You've got her, she's loving you doing her." God they were right, a red mist had formed over my eyes and the world had morphed into one monstrous cock whose aim in life was to give me pleasure. I couldn't breath with my throat so full of cock, I guessed he understood when I pulled away, gasping, dragging oxygen into my lungs to fuel the climax building all over my body. My breathing was becoming laboured, Mike's hands on my breasts were driving all thoughts of erotic stories out of my mind, I needed so much more but I wanted to finish the story. I lifted my skirt and turned to face away from him, straddling his legs. I was so wet that my pussy slid onto the upright shaft in one smooth thrust. I gasped at the way I felt so full, I knew the effect my words would have on him. "I don't have panties on either." "Oh fuck, you dirty bitch." "Now fuck me Mike, fuck me and make me cum like your slut Rosie cums." His hips started their dance, I ...