DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... jabs against my ass cheeks. I felt numb, but I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he came inside me.

I looked back at him over my shoulder again and couldn't even remember his name! Yet, I could feel him filling me with his cum... My God! It had all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to think about what I was doing. What he was doing?

Which was probably a good thing I decided later.

While he was still groaning his release, I lowered my head and looked between our bodies. His cock was wet with our sex as he continued to slowly move inside me. It didn't seem possible that in so short a time I'd gone from being a'good girl' to becoming a whore.

But if there was any doubt of my new status, my client soon dispelled them. He certainly had no doubts. I was a whore, and that's how he treated me. Pulling his cock out and tossing me my panties. Telling me to put them on quickly.

"I don't want you leaking cum on my couch and carpet," he said. As soon as I'd done what I'd been told he sat on the couch. Hands pulled on my hips until I was kneeling between his legs. Again, there was no uncertainty of what he expected. Remembering I was to do anything a client wanted, I got on my knees beside the couch and opened my mouth to suck on his sticky dick.

Cleaning sex from a penis with my mouth was a first for me. The taste wasn't what I'd expected. Not as bad as I'd feared when I'd refused to do the same with boyfriends from my past. His crotch smelled strongly of ...

... pussy, of course. That bothered me more than the taste. But only a little more.

I didn't suck his smelly cock for very long before he was pushing my head away, telling me to hurry and get dressed. Looking at his watch after we were dressed, he gave another muttered,'Damn it!'Pulling out his wallet he leafed through the bills before, with a shrug of his shoulders, he added more and pressed them into my hand with further instructions.

"Get better clothes before you come back. Something that will say you belong here if a partner sees you. You look like a damned teenager who wandered in to use the bathroom. And get a Brazilian Wax. I don't like hairy pussies. If I want to fuck a hairy pussy I'll fuck my wife," I was told, even as his hand pushed up my skirt to press the cum wet crotch of my panties into my slit as he ended our time together with a hurried, sloppy kiss, "Our next appointment I won't be so pressed for time so I can really enjoy you for longer. But for now, go... go... go... I have that other meeting to get to."

If my sex on Friday night had been wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, this beat it all to hell, I thought as I left his office. On the elevator ride to the lobby, I was sure people were looking at me differently. But they weren't. I was sure I wasn't the only one to smell the sex that was wetting the crotch of my panties. But no one seemed to.

I may have been new at being a whore, but I wasn't new to going home after sex. Mom and Dad never suspected how many ...