Office Slut II - Sex Stories

Office Slut II

... filtered up through the framework, both relaxing me and exponentially increasing the tension in my limbs. *** The front door opened, revealing an off-white hallway and a rich, teal carpet. She dropped her keys into a bowl on a dark half-moon table, and, slamming the door behind us, shoved me against the wall. I moaned in surprise, the deep wooden dado rail digging into my back in a wonderful combination of pain and pleasure. She removed the panties from my mouth, and kissed me, her tongue teasing mine. Her lips were infinitely soft, full, pink and perfect for nibbling. Ari let out a moan, a mewl, much like a contented cat, and my God if it didn’t increase my arousal to bursting point. I pushed her away from me, surprise and hurt warring for priority over her features, grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs. She giggled, stumbling a little behind me on the stairs, until I hesitated. “First on the right,” she said, pushing me towards the door. It opened; a large bed was covered in deep blue linen and plain, off-white walls gave the impression of more space than was actually there. The carpet was thick, lush, under my feet, tickling between my toes. I felt Ari’s breath on my shoulder as she kissed the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. “You like?” Without waiting for a reply, Ari pushed me forward; I fell onto the bed face first, buried in pillows. I turned, laughing, and saw her strip slowly; I relished each portion of creamy skin as it slowly, slipped into view. A ...

... giggle escaped her lips and she sat gracefully on the bed, leaning back to lie among the fluffy pillows. Her soft, welcoming thighs spread softly, and my God, she looked delicious. Large breasts, hard, dusky pink nipples standing to attention. The gentle swell of her belly. Her mound, pouting lips wet with arousal. Arms above her head. Vulnerable, innocent, irresistible. I leaned over her and captured her lips with my own, her tongue teasing against my own. Our breasts pressed together, mine still clothed and aching, hers free to bounce in a very distracting fashion. I lost my control. My hands had minds of their own as I ran them over every contour, curve, hollow and swell of her body. We pulled apart, gasping for air. I was burning; I could feel the unmistakable throb of desperate arousal pulsing in time with my fluttering heart. Ari’s eyes opened; black fire danced behind mahogany irises, threatening to consume us both. She smiled and sat us up; my shirt found its way in a tangled heap on the floor, along with the skirt. My panties were still lying, soaked, scenting the air with my sexual juices, on the hallway floor. She straddled my hips, and lowered her pendulous breasts to my mouth. I suckled, greedy as a newborn babe as she moaned above me. My hips bucked. The ache, smoldering in intensity, threatened to reignite into an inferno of intolerable heat. We touched, teased and trembled together, our bodies no longer fighting the insatiable lust, the avarice to possess, to ...