A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... forced my eyes back to the story. My laboured breathing and the pounding my pussy was taking must have made it difficult for him to hear me but I didn't hear a word of complaint. "Good girl Roz, that hubby of yours has no idea what he's missing. I've got plenty of friends who are looking forward to meeting a slut like you. Now here's my present for you." His hand moved furiously over his cock, it only took seconds before he aimed himself at my face and shot his load onto me. He jettisoned his sperm into my hair and across my cheek, my left eye closed to stop a globe of his warm spunk blinding me. His hand slapped down hard on my bare arse, I tensed, expecting him to have his fun, but he didn't. I was past any form of reaction if he had carried on spanking me, perhaps he knew that and couldn't see any point in it. He walked away leaving me bent at the waist still resting face down on the table, my mind drifted back to the neighbour and the view he must have of my well used cum leaking pussy. I lay still wondering if he might climb over and give me one last fuck. I struggled to finish the final paragraphs, it was one of my favourite fantasies to think about being taken by so many men and I was racing towards an orgasm. My strong thighs controlled my own pace, bouncing me up and down on a cock that I knew would last longer this time round. Hands had reached round and were playing with my breasts, adding a beautiful layer of lust on top of my own overwhelming arousal. "Oh god ...

... fuck me Mike, do it hard." I pushed myself away from his thighs and held myself poised above him so he could set the pace, it felt so good letting a stiff cock plough in and out of me, driving me closer with each thrust. Not surprisingly Mike warmed to his task and soon he was jackhammering into my pussy from below, I felt the warm glow of an impending climax building from inside. "Oh shit I'm cumming Mike, fuck me hard you bastard." He did just that grabbing me by the tits to hold me tight against his piston like body. I came like an express train. My legs were shaking with lust and gave way making me fall forward until my arms were resting on the table in front of me. He didn't miss a stroke but pushed against me with violent thrusts until my face was buried in piles of paper. My legs were kicked wider and he had me open ready to take me properly from behind. The intensity rose, my orgasm never truly stopped and the new depth of his cock inside me made me cry out loud every time I hit a new peak. He was driving himself harder and harder towards the point where he knew he would empty himself into me. The nerves in my arse twitched the first time his finger pressed against it, the frantic thrusts of our fucking moved it over the sensitive pucker. "Oh god yes, do it." I knew what he wanted to do, the tentative finger tip pressed harder under my urging then broke through the resistance with a small pop and he slipped in up to the knuckle. I didn't need to do any more than that, ...