Sex du Juor: The Office - Sex Stories

Sex du Juor: The Office

... tough indeed. I can’t wait for my cunt to receive that ever giant dick of yours. Put it inside of me. I beg you.” “You are begging me to rumpo you up, aren’t you?” “Do it now. I cannot wait.” That precise moment, he shoves me from where I am standing, spinning me around as he does this until I batter my back on a well-built wall, walloping and whacking my head against it what’s more and I notice Stian make it to me afterwards, and as I am respiring and breathing out serenely but fretfully, he grabs my stretched light brown hair towards himself and then hurriedly and charily compresses himself against me. I can feel his huge schlong and joystick become erect and unbendable. Yes. I am going to be fucked real good and real hard; and I won’t ever feel sorry for it later on. “Unfasten my zip, Ragnhild, will you?” As Stian states the words out, the light breeze coming out of his mouth gusts and flurries into my face. Yes. He is taller than me. A little bit high and soaring than I am; and I am not bothered by it at all. I do as he instructs me, undoing the zip of his pants, speedily and warily. That appears to electrify and excite him so very much. How do I know it? He rumbles and grumbles out gleefully and contentedly as I take appropriate and wary hold of his mammoth phallus or Willie that is secreted and covered in his linen-made underwear. Yes. His dick is so large and totally straightened perpendicularly even now. And I want to taste it inside my punani—or enthusiastic cherry ...

... pussy. I want that enormous dick of his so, so bad. Honestly speaking. I want it badly—even right this instant. “Play with my dick, will you, Ragnhild?” He desires me to play with his dick? Heck! How am I supposed to do that? I pet and stroke it tenderly and flippantly all the same, feeling my body tense and warm up in sexual tension and strain as I delay and dither all the more to grip and fix it straight into my pussy. He then rebukes me, “I don’t mean that, Ragnhild. I mean to say you butter up and suck my dick. That is what I want you to do. You understand that?” “I grasp it well, Stian.” “Good; go ahead and do it then.” I tilt and skim down with my back against the slicky and slimy like wall. I must suck Stian’s chopper; I must lick his dick; I must do it. I open wide my mouth…and then place his whang and big schlong inside there. Yes. He grunts and whimpers out in utmost delight and bliss the moment I do that. Damn him for making me clean his filth and muck! “Yes…Ragnhild. Do it just like that. Yes…keep it on, baby.” I am on the alert and attentive not to crunch his willy with my teeth. My teeth are this pointed and spiky and razor-sharp and I can simply gnaw and injure him at any over-sighting and mistaking. I am not used to doing this. Neither am I a specialist at it. But I have to do it anyway; just like he wishes me to. As I gulp and swallow more of his extensive and full-size dick into my mouth, I feel and handle nicely his haunches behind and shake and swing along ...