I think you need a good fucking."I pulled down my pants and leaned over his desk. His dick found my asshole and he pushed it in all the way. I cried i... pain. He started pumping in and out of me. Then the phone rang. It was his secretary Trish."No, I do not have time for the meeting, push it back an hour. I am still meeting with Darren."He sounded so nonchalant for having his dick in my ass.There was a short pause while she talked."Sure Trish, come in and lock the door behind you. It'll be. "Thanks, I'm done with her," she said, and she walked out of the room. Jeff was still buried in his book, and I just stood there, my place as a toy solidified. I was wondering if Jeff had set that up as I slipped my hand into my pants and quickly made myself cum.A few weeks later, I was at home when there was a knock on my back door. I slipped on my robe - there was always one hanging by the door - and peered outside. I opened the door when I saw that it was Michelle."Jeff's not here," I told. But I can't..." (all while knowing I was giving him little up close glimpses). I could feel his heavy breath as well on my cunt. I asked "do you... hear... how wet I am?". He simply said "yeah... I'm trying not to blow yet!".An idea hit me that almost made me cum just thinking about it, so I stopped and sat on the bed. I said "I know you wanted to see and taste my pussy, but we can't do that... but would you like to get a good smell of my pussy?". I'm sure he could already smell it, but he. I thought of your mouth…about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence…about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed …like now” His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more…to watch your legs as you move up the stairs…” She was now.