DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... managed to pull my head away just in time to cup one hand over his tip while stroking faster with my other hand.

Having come in me already, he didn't fill my palm with much cum. While he continued to moan out his satisfaction and what a great cocksucker I was, I continued to milk his cock until I was pretty sure I'd emptied his shaft. Opening my car door, I leaned out to wipe as much cum onto the grass between the sidewalk and curb as I could. Rubbing my hands to spread out the little bit of cum still on my hands, the residue dried quickly and flaked away. My date didn't know it yet, but this was to be our last date.

I adjusted my boobs in their cups and buttoned my blouse during the short drive to my house. Mom and Dad were watching TV as I walked in. Passing the chess board on my way to the stairs, I saw that Dad had made a move. It was not one I'd expected. It would require more study in the morning before I moved. I spent a few minutes talking to my parents before going upstairs to wash my hands and between my legs before going to bed.

After several minutes of tossing and turning because I was feeling 'unsatisfied' after my date, I retrieved the carefully hidden vibrator I kept in my closet. My parents were still watching TV on the first floor, and my bedroom was on the second. Lying under sound-muffling blankets, there was no chance they'd hear the quiet, battery-drivenhuuuummmm as I began satisfying myself…

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Monday morning, I was sitting ...

... in a Coffee Clutch near Marla's office. I could either walk down the street and up two flights, or I could catch the next subway to the temp office. I was weighing my options. The pros vs the cons... The ying vs the yang... Magnum's Ferrari vs ... Well, there was no versus. Magnum's Ferrari beats everything! I've wanted one ever since binge-watching the old series. But I'd never be able to afford one on a temp's salary.

All weekend, I'd thought about my Friday night date. How I'd made my date believe he was a fantastic lover who'd rocked my world as he laid on top of me after coming. As I sat on the toilet to wipe my pussy lips clean of cum, I continued to tell him how great I felt even as I was secretly hoping he'd just take me home. I still felt dirty about how quickly I'd surrendered to giving him another blow job.

Going to the motel could be chalked up to curiosity. Would he really be as bad again as he'd been the first time we'd had sex? But there was no doubt that blowing him in his car was just me being a whore to get the date over with. I wondered if seeing a client could be worse. Probably not, and the reward would be more than a meal and a quickie in a motel room. Decision made; I walked down the street and up two flights. Marla remembered me and seemed delighted to see me again. I turned down her offer of coffee, and while she poured herself a cup, I asked if the offer was still open.

"It certainly is, Olivia."

"And I'd be able to, ah, work every ...