I was wondering how long he was when something else hard and cool rubbed against my entrance—three times in succession, in fact, with a brief absenc... in between. It was something bumpy, reminding me of when I used to use the handle of a toothbrush to masturbate before I'd discovered vibrators, the ridges creating friction against my sensitive ring. That was nothing compared to this. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, something pressed against my G-spot. The combination sent. This was too much. I exploded shooting a giant load right onto the front page. She looked at the front page, pushed it into my face leaving a smudge of black ink and cum behind. "Truely weird," Tina said, "but it explains why you save these papers."Now that I had been outed I would incorporate the WSJ into our love making occasionally. I didn't want to show too much excitement for this fetish. However, one of my favorite sessions was to have her read the newspaper in the nude while I was doing. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sandles. He specifically asks to not wear underwear. You will understand later since it is part of the scenario.The office was in a small appartment complex. About 10 units. His office was small, there was a big room with a desk and in front of it a conference table. In the back there was a kitchen and small shower and bathroom. It was an office that could easily be turned into an appartment.He greeted me and invited me in. Obviously the office was empty and. His cock ripped deep into me and he grunted out his victory while my body convulsed in ecstasy.We both slumped into a gasping heap; our arms around each other.But I knew this was wrong. Sex was good - love is trouble; that's what I had to bear in mind." OK Guy, you can get off me now. But your not finished yet. You have a bit more to do before your bedtime."While he stood beside me I got off the bed and knelt on the floor presenting my rear." OK Guy, I now need you to do another good job; doggy.