Rounds - The Boss - Sex Stories

Rounds - The Boss

... YOU’LL DO IT?!?!” She says loudly and quickly grabbing my hands in a death grip. “Uh. Okay…” I wince, pulling my hands away and laboring to keep the smile on my face from morphing into a full on ‘fuck you’ glare. My mind reminds me: This is your own damn fault! I shake away my inner voice and look up startled because she has run around the desk to hug me, squealing like a school girl. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I roll my eyes, dreading my long night. 3 A.M. I walk quickly to Bear Street. After procrastinating for my second rounds of the night, I am finally about to check the office one last time so I can get back to my nice warm bed. I use the copy of the key Lacey loaned me to let myself in and climb to the fifth floor. Best way to do it is to go to the very top and then work your way down to the ground floor. I clear the first three floors easily. As I am booking it across the second floor, I recognize a tell-tale squeal from the floor below. Was that…? No. It can’t be. I slowly descend the stairs and then quietly sit down. Leaning forward, I see her blond hair and petite body. But, there are hands moving down her body to grip her ass. Nice, manly hands I might add with veins popping out of the forearms. What do we have here? I wonder to myself. “Mmmm, I’m so glad I have another key to this place,” Lacey says as she moves down her boyfriend’s body. I hear his buckle unclasp and see him lift his hips so she could take off his pants. He lets his head sink back as she ...

... closes her lips around the head of his cock. He grabs her long hair to gain control over their movements. “Let me fuck your mouth, babe,” he says, and she places her hands on the desk behind him. In and out, he thrusts. My eyes widen as I feel that first trickling of my arousal. Why don’t I feel bad being a voyeur? I think to myself as I start to unbutton my shirt. Thank goodness I’m wearing a skirt this time. I watch him move quicker and then slow so he can push his length down her throat. “Fuck... do you even have a gag reflex?” he groans a little, staring down at her. She is playing with her nipples through her thin dress and looking right back at him. I did the same as I continued to watch. She kisses his dick lightly as he releases a big sigh. All of his sounds push my arousal even higher. He pulls her up by her neck and crushes his mouth on hers. Their tongues mingle in a hot, sexy dance. He bites her lip and then changes their position so that her back is to his front and her front is on the desk facing the stairs I am on, but they cannot see me. My fingers knead my sensitive tits and pleasure washes over me as goosebumps invade my skin. I can already feel my heart beat begin to race. With caution I look at them again. He has pulled her dress up around her hips and enters her from behind. His pants are down and their skin gleams in the moonlight that falls through the windows. Hot damn… My libido springs to life causing me to get even wetter beneath my lace panties. I ...