In Desperate Times - Sex Stories

In Desperate Times

... We'll be seeing each other soon." Yes, soon. Now leave. Leave. Leave. He left and no sooner, I was naked. My skin was blissfully bare, the white robe tangled around the wheels of my office chair and I was on my own table, working a puddle out from between my legs. Seventeen thousand , I thought, rubbing myself quickly around and around my clit. Seventeen thousand! Soon, I could feel the wetness from my legs staining the sheet beneath me. "Seventeen thousand," I shouted. One hand was tugging my nipple and the other was buried inside of me. I had never known myself to be this greedy but I was sick of living on a small businesswoman's wage and now the big time was here! I would never go back. Seventeen thousand . Before I knew it, my next appointment was knocking on the door. I imagined that he had seen what I was doing and was playing coy. I leaped off the table leaving a slight stain and pulled on my robe. Out in the lobby, I was calm and thankful that it was Mr. Maxwell--my first special client and a regular. I greeted him with a hug, careful to lay my considerable breasts across his chest so that I could feel the pecks beneath his shirt. I could feel his cock growing into my leg. "Come," I said. He followed me without protest into the massage room. I noticed that he had already removed his wedding ring. I didn't have to ask. My robe was off again. I bent over the counter that ran along the wall. "But what about...?" "The massage? After. Just fuck me." "Are you--?" "Now!" I ...

... couldn't take it anymore. My pussy was throbbing. The wetness was really running down my leg now. I shut my eyes; shudders were running through me. I could feel his hands take my hips and the familiar strength of his arms as his thumbs pressed into the dimples on my back. And then I heard the jingle of his pants crash to the ground and the thick head of his cock searching for the opening between my legs. Impatient, I reached back and helped him find it. He thrust his cock into me with a familiar force, the full power of his gym-made muscles driving his body into me. I cried out as if in pain but he knew not to stop. Again and again his dick slid through me, rippling rivers of pain and the beginnings of orgasm through my body. His frame was ribbed with hardened muscle. His arms held me where I was, bent, trapped, while he pounded me. I could feel the power of his anger while he fucked me mirrored in my own dying need for him. That first time we had done this, he had thought it was special. He had thought to leave his wife for me. When I told him no, when I made him pay for the second visit, it had been like this. Now I was against the window, blinds shut against the outside. My breasts were tight in his hands almost too tight. Now my hair was unraveling from its bun. Now it was in his fist. He was pulling me back and fucking me forwards until my head was on his shoulder and my thumping hips were on his hips. He was breathing heavily in my ear. I was whimpering in his, screaming ...