Office Slut II - Sex Stories

Office Slut II

We left the office in silence; she drove. I was in no fit state to be behind the wheel of a moving vehicle. We chatted a little about inane things, completely in contrast to earlier. After a while, a comfortable, if sexually charged, silence fell upon the car. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “Done what, Anne?” I asked, gently placing my hand on hers, which was resting on the gearstick. She sighed, staring straight out at the road ahead. “Forget it,” she asked, and a filthy grin spread across her delicious features. Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator, and she glanced at me. “Better start learning to call me Ari. It’ll be easier for you to scream later.” Lust burned through my body. My breasts, already tingling, tightened in arousal. My breath caught in my throat. My hand moved entirely of its own volition to rub my panties. “How long?” I asked, my voice strained. “Less than ten minutes.” She watched me from the corner of her eye, smiling as my hand moved under my skirt, teasing, playing. “Take them off,” she said in the same demanding, forceful voice from earlier. “Wh-“ I started. “Panties, off. Now.” Ari pulled into an empty lay-by at the side of the road. I removed them, the fabric at the apex of my thighs dripping with my juices, the scent filling the car. She took them from me, and put the gusset to her face. Sighing in pleasure, she knelt on her seat and leant towards me. Her full breasts brushed my arm and her lips grazed my cheek. “Open,” she ...

... whispered, tapping my gently pouting lips with her index finger. I obeyed without hesitation. With a single smoldering look that caressed my body like silk, she pushed the panties into my mouth. “Delicious. You tasted so good earlier…” Ari closed her eyes, a tiny smile lighting up her features. Her delicate, dexterous fingers made short work of my blouse buttons; I shivered, entirely from the feeling of cool air on my sensitive skin. My skirt was left on, rucked up high on my thighs, the barest hint of my pussy lips visible. I looked, truly, like a slut. The whispering roar of another vehicle passed the lay-by. The idea of being seen by strangers in this compromising position sent a jolt of lust through my veins. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to get some friction on my aching pussy. “One more thing.” Those cool hands delved into the cups of my bra. I moaned through my panties as she lifted my breasts out, one by one. They spilled from their confines, hard, pink nipples proud and firm in the cool air. She licked each nipple, and I secretly slipped a single finger inside my dripping tunnel. “No!” Ari raised her voice and slapped my hand, suddenly forcing my finger deeper inside me. Ari glared, and, more in fear of her withholding my orgasm than any brute force, I removed it. I gripped the sides of my seat until my knuckles turned white. Sitting back in her seat, she faced the road again and, with a sigh, began to drive. The vibrating purr of the engine ...