Office Slut II - Sex Stories

Office Slut II

... demand and also to give in equal measure. Our skin was damp, the humidity in the room rising. Breathless, I begged. The hours of torment from this sweet girl meant that the ache became pain, lustrous and agonising. I threw her hands above her head yet again and spread her legs revealing her pink swollen pussy. Her lips were engorged, shining with her juices. So tempting. I needed to taste her, my God, I could feel my wetness nigh-on running down my legs. I needed to come and come hard, and I couldn't decide which I wanted more. While I was staring intently at her nether lips, Ari gently rubbed her clit. The tiny pleasure centre made her convulse and she let out a purr of delight. My control broke. I moved, lightning fast, to straddle her face. My dripping pussy was barely an inch from her teasing tongue. “No more,” I moaned, “please let me come!” I relaxed my legs and felt her warm tongue spread my lips and lave my clit. I screamed silently, pinching my nipple, gripping my breast hard enough to hurt. She moaned, the deep groan muffled by my soft folds. Her thighs were still spread and she began gyrating in the air, desperate for friction. I lost my balance while forcing my pussy onto her face in an effort to get ever closer to an explosive orgasm. Pitching forward, I landed face first between her thighs. She wrapped her soft, strong legs around my head. I was trapped, buried between her lips. We rocked, finding a rhythm, moving as one organism, licking, teasing, and ...

... sucking. We moaned, screamed in rapture, our fingers probing ever orifice. She came quickly, shuddering and licking harder than before. Her orgasm triggered mine. Blinding flashes of purple light exploded across my vision. I knew nothing, felt nothing except the need to continue rubbing, to draw out my orgasm longer. I lost control of my body; my nerves tingled and my head snapped back as I screamed my ecstasy. I felt my tight pussy convulse and bathe her face in my come. A tiny movement in the hall made us start. Her cat pushed its way through the tiny gap in the hallway. It paused, looking at me with suspicious eyes, the stranger in her mistress’ bed, before deciding to jump with lithe dexterity and curl up on the corner of the duvet. We giggled a little, more in relief than anything. I shifted down, to sit on the edge of the bed. “Where’s your bathroom?” I asked, still lightheaded. “Across the hall,” she replied, watching me with the same lopsided grin. I cleaned myself up, coming back with a warm cloth to attend to her. She looked surprised. “What’s that for?” she asked. “For you. I, uh, kinda covered you in come.” She laughed, leant forward and kissed me. We were both still entirely naked, but never before had I felt so comfortable. I could taste myself on her lips, and felt the tiniest tingling of arousal. “Um,” I started to feel awkward. Had I outstayed my welcome? “I’m sorry, I’ll get going.” “No, don’t,” she added, her words coming out in a rush. In her face, I saw ...