Lunch Buddies, Part 3: Wednesday - Sex Stories

Lunch Buddies, Part 3: Wednesday

... push or pull, just encouraging her, showing her that he was into it. Not that she had any doubt. His cock was throbbing, and a squirt of precum coated her tongue.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It was one thing to close her door and fool around on her lunch break. It was another to have fingers in her pussy and a cock in her mouth during a work call. Her entire system seemed to be crackling with desire.

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, trying to make her involuntary moan sound like a response to whatever Linda was still talking about. She felt her insides clench and a small gush of hot liquid run over her fingers to soak into the cushion of her chair. She didn’t care. He was thrusting more eagerly now. She tried to relax her throat so she wouldn’t gag.

“Agh!” Tony grunted as he pushed forward. She wanted to take him deeper but tensed up, choked, and had to pull away. He slipped from her mouth with an embarrassingly loud wet sound. Even Linda couldn’t miss that.

“No, No, I’m sorry, Linda,” she coughed. “I had to start eating my lunch, and I choked on… a bit of cucumber.” Fuck. Her eyes were watering. She squeezed her thighs around her hand, her insides tightening around her fingers. “But I really do need to go now and get something to wash this down; I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” She said the whole last bit in a rush, before Linda had a chance to start talking again, and dropped the receiver back onto the base.

She looked up at Tony, still trying to catch her ...

... breath and feeling very wet. He stared at her with awe and lust in his eyes as she dropped to her knees. Now that she wasn’t holding the phone, she had a free hand to grab his cock and pull him closer.

“Jesus, Ash, this is so goddamn hot.”

Instead of answering, she just took him into her mouth. He groaned, and his cock twitched as she started swirling her tongue around the ridge and flicking against the tip. She gripped him firmly near the base of his shaft, stroking up every time she bobbed her head.

Quickly they fell into a rhythm. This wasn’t flirtatious or teasing anymore. They were both on the edge. She wanted to make him climax. She wanted to feel his cock pulsing, taste his cum, and swallow him as deeply as she could. They moved as one, him thrusting forward, and her taking him. One hand wrapped around his cock, and the other urgently fucking herself.

“Oh shit, Ash, oh fuck, please make me cum,” he begged.

She moaned in agreement. Her juices were dripping down her hand. His taste seemed to saturate her: musky, a little bitter… pure lust. His hand wrapped around the back of her head, more firmly this time, grabbing her hair, and pulling her forward as he pushed in. She swallowed him, felt him slip deeper than ever, fully into her throat, and start twitching.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he groaned over and over. His cock was throbbing, pumping hot cum. She wanted it all; she wanted to take everything he would give her. She moaned with pleasure, ...