DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... temp agency's office while they found me a new position. Yet another day without pay!

Friday night, I went on a date with a guy I'd been seeing off and on for a few weeks. We had dinner before we drove to a no-tell motel for sex. Very unsatisfying sex for me, at least. This was our second time having sex, and the only reason I'd agreed to go to the motel was the hope his poor performance the first time was due to just regular issues of having first-time sex with a new partner. It wasn't. His performance in the motel was just terrible. Straight in-and-out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am sex. Very uninspired. Marriage material, he was not! Contemplating a life of ho-hum sex was unbearable.

Later that night, as my date drove me home, I couldn't help but think of the money I would have earned if I had donewhat I had just done with a client Marla sent me to meet. Of course, the client would be a stranger. But... Looking at my date as he drove me home, I wondered how much I knew about him. Not much, really, and yet I'd just spread my legs for him in a cheap motel room.

My date noticed me looking at him and smiled. Pulling over to park on the street just before mine, he leaned over to kiss me. Or rather, as close as he could with the center console in the way. His hand was squeezing my boob even before he spoke. "You don't need to be home yet," he said after kissing me. We engaged in a little wrestling as I tried to pull away. I wanted to go home, and he wanted… Well, what he ...

... wanted was pretty obvious, as he continued to unbutton my blouse enough to allow his hand to slide inside to fondle my tit through my bra.

We continued in this way until he took my hand in his and placed it on the hard-on in his jeans. "You can take care of this, can't you?"

He opened his jeans and pushed my hand under his boxers to rub my hand on his cock. "C'mon, Olivia. You're so good at sucking cock, it'll take just a few more minutes. It's not as if you haven't done it before."

Fuck it… If it gets me home quicker… It flashed through my head how Marla had defined a whore. I didn't want to suck his cock, but I was going to. It had been a long day, and I just didn't give a damn. I'd already sucked his cock once tonight before letting him fuck me... If one more blow job got me home without an argument or more wrestling… A streetlight provided plenty of illumination for me to see as I helped push jeans and underwear down far enough to uncover an already hard cock. My date pushed his seat back as far as it would go from the steering wheel to give me room to suck his cock.

Another strike against this guy was that he was quick out of the gate if you take my meaning. Although, I didn't mind so much this time. After only a few minutes of mouth and hand action, he was groaning, close to release. Hands on my neck and the back of my head tried to push my mouth down and hold my mouth around his cock. I knew he was going to come, but I've never let a guy come in my mouth. I ...