Tendencies: Part One - Sex Stories

Tendencies: Part One

... lived there. My knees bailed on me and I got weak with the first stroke. “Hold still, let me in,” his urgent voice grunted. “Mmm, ahhh, I like that,” I cooed. He pulled out and eased his cock back in further. “You are so tight, damn girl.” Slowly, rhythmically, and silently, we began to fuck in sync. His gyrating hips were crushed against my ass with at least an eight inch cock buried between us. His thrusts were strong and unapologetic and I am sure that he had completed his own version of rationalizing and minimizing that I had. What felt like hours, was mere minutes, and I feared that he was getting close to orgasm. My suspicion was confirmed shortly after. “I’m gonna cum soon, we have to stop.” His hips grinding like pistons, disregarding his words. “But…you’re still so hard. Put it…in my ass…” I said shyly. “Shit, you’re a bad girl. Can you take it?” He didn’t wait for a response as he began to re-position himself. Challenging him, I said, “Try me.” He withdrew his cock from my sodden pussy and purposefully aimed it at my asshole. I braced myself for the stabbing pain that was sure to sting before pleasure set in. His saturated shaft made his entry smooth and he sunk in nicely, with just enough pressure to pry open my reluctant star. Before long, he was lodged inside, impaling me and stroking me with the same pace he gave my pussy. My sphincter barely yielded as he rammed the ridges inside of my tunnel. “Damn, it’s so fucking tight in here…I can’t hold it much longer,” ...

... he breathed heavily. “Then let it go…” I whispered over my shoulder to him as I bit my bottom lip. As if he was waiting on that permission, I felt his body tighten as his hot seed flooded my small asshole and seeped back out. It quickly began to run down the back of my leg and when he withdrew his softened cock, the remainder of his nut escaped my gaping chasm. Breathless and spent, he released my hips and I shakily bent over to pick up my clothing. The pressure that I felt between my legs was the beginning of a dull ache that would surely cause difficulty when I sat down. “I hate to cum and go, but we have a meeting soon.” He lifted his pants and his buckle clanged loud above our hushed tones. “Yes, see you there…thanks,” I smiled as I collected my panties and nylons. The staff meeting was in thirteen minutes and I looked freshly fucked. I scurried inside the bathroom, and tried to erase the sex from my face and loins with the items I had discreetly stowed away. Both holes were sinfully sore considering the rough albeit brief fuck that I had just received, but I made the most out of nine minutes and pulled myself together quite nicely. Famished, I collected my staff notes and lunch tray, and headed to my meeting. When I entered the conference room, most of the staff were present and a few stragglers were still filtering in. I sat my tray down on the over sized oblong table and began to nibble on my room temperature chicken salad. A male colleague took a seat beside me and ...