The Mistake - Sex Stories

The Mistake

... his balls and squeezed them slightly again hoping to force a conclusion. As she looked up at his face their eyes met. "Good girl, that's it " he said almost gently. Angela thought it would be over on several occasions but Quinn pulled back prolonging the humiliation until finally he sped up and groaned. Grasping her head tightly he thrust his cock as deep as he could. Angela struggled but he held tight and pushed, she was gagging and choking but could not stop the onslaught. He pumped the first stream of cum directly down her throat. He grasped a hand full of Angela's hair with one hand so he could keep control of her head and grasping his cock with the other hand he finished with two streams of cum straight into her face. He kept a firm grip on her hair and slowly squeezed his cum from his cock into her face smearing the mess in, rubbing it into her lips and mouth. "Look up" he said. Angela did not respond. "Look at me" he roared. Cum dripped down from her face landing in her breasts. "Hold your breasts up. Cup them. Do it." Angela obeyed. "Now spit it out onto your nipples." Opening her mouth she let the cum leak out and she watched as it dropped onto her ample breasts and ran in a slow rivulet over her erect nipples. Tears added to the moisture. Angela did not want to give him the satisfaction of making her cry but she could not ...

... hold back. Quinn tucked his spent and softening cock into his fly and zipped up in front of Angela. "Get out he barked." Angela just looked up whilst still kneeling, her face and breasts covered in cum and tears, pushing her lips tightly together as she stifled her crying. She knew she was in danger of breaking down completely but she held it together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken and hoping to retain some small piece of dignity. She stood and picking up her blouse she used it to wipe her face. When she had finished she threw the blouse on the floor never wanting to see the filthy thing again. At least her coat would give her some protection and dignity. She pulled it on and with shaking fingers she fastened the 4 large buttons and pulled the belt around her. She could feel the cold silky lining on her still sticky breasts, it felt uncomfortable and she could feel the weight of her un supported breasts as she walked out of the door but at least she would look unremarkable in the street; no one would know what she had just endured would they? "9 o'clock in the morning" Quinn shouted after her as she walked across the office in silence. "Don't be late, remember my time is precious" Angela could not keep her legs from shaking as she descended the stairs and headed for the bus station. 9 o'clock she thought.