Tendencies: Part One - Sex Stories

Tendencies: Part One

... pants and allowed his chocolate rod to bob free and watched the expression change on my face. “Damn.” His bulbous cock looked menacing and well cared for. I literally began to salivate and the pulses deep within my pussy catapulted more juices out of me with each throb. My naked foot left his lap and rested on the desk, giving him a full view of my brown sex. He placed his right middle finger inside of my vagina and wiggled it back and forth, the squelching sound increasing with his pace. I watched my juices slide down to his knuckle as he repeatedly fingered me and split my lips open with growing intensity and force. He swung his chair to sit directly in front of me. “Pardon me while I taste you.” Seated on my desk, I pivoted my hips to enable the feast he descended on and while he sent his thirsty tongue inside of me, he began to stroke his cock. The head was already wet with pre cum and his hand slipped easily across the tip and down the shaft as I braced myself on the desk. He parted my lips open with his tongue and licked me hungrily. I saw the glistening ribbons clinging from my clit to his nose as he gnawed at my entrance. As he munched on me deeper, I grabbed his head and held him to me and when I dropped my head back, a moan escaped my throat and surprised us both. “Shhh!” “I’m sorry, it just feels so good,” I whispered. The smell in my office was beginning to reek of sex and it aroused me even more. Getting my cunt eaten out on my desk at work was a great ...

... beginning. However, I wanted and needed more. His lips, tongue and teeth worked hard to keep me frenzied and I began to rationalize my inner thoughts and minimize the risks I was willing to take. I knew what I wanted from him. Needed from him. I was hoping that he felt the same way. I was married. Happily married, mind you. I thought this despite the firm possibility that my impending behavior would make it look otherwise. Although I knew my next words were wrong, they burned in my throat and demanded release. My voice croaked in desperation. “Please….fuck me.” “Tell me you have a condom,” he moaned into my labia. Regret pounding in my chest. “I don’t.” “Grrr, you are killing me right now.” He flicked his tongue across my clitoris for emphasis. “It’s so hungry right now…feed it for me. Feed her . I’m begging you for it.” My hands cupped my breasts as I arched my back to convey my need. “Are you on birth control?” “….No.” “Fuck!. We can’t…” he said unconvincingly. “Just the tip, a few strokes. I’m so wet,” I softly begged. He stood up, grabbed my shoulders hard, and spun me around. Bent at the waist, my ass exposed, my face pressed inches away from where my ass leaked on my desk calendar. My abandoned chicken salad mocked me as I stood patiently while he unbuttoned his pants. I heard his belt drop to the floor and another slick gush oozed from my pussy. Good. I depended on that. Gripping my hips firmly with both of his hands, he lined his cock to my core and it slid in like it always ...