The couple embracing on the front seat had been going at it for almost an hour. Both were disheveled. The man's tie was loose and the woman's make-up ...meared. The hem of her skirt was high up her thighs, well past her nylon stocking-tops, revealing the straps of her garter belt and a generous amount of white flesh.Despite the man's best efforts, the top of the woman's dress remained buttoned. He had to be satisfied with groping her breasts through the fabric of her clothing. Likewise, each time. With my feet on the floor I was immediately aware that my pyjamabottoms and the sheet of my bed were soaked with my passion. So that is what a woman's wet dream is like. It was more satisfying somehow, evenif I didn't finish it, but I seemed to make even more of a mess in mydrawers then I did as a man.I stood up and undressed, throwing my clothes into the hamper. I wasabout to go to the bathroom to do the usual when the phone rang again.Remembering last night, I just listened as the machine. “Thanks.”, she said sarcastically, being held into position with my hands on her ankles, “I really appreciate you complimenting me while I’m being raped”. With her slightly open pussy lips on display, I had to at least feel how tight she was right now. Lining my cock up, she could now fully see my size, and had a look of fearful hornyness on her face again. I wasn’t that monstrous, but a girthy 8 inches compared to her small frame and past experiences must have seemed way too scary to really. " With that she turned around and bent over his desk and waited. His hands were the first to touch her, his fingers squeezing her cheeks, spreading them. He suddenly drew back on hand and gave her a quick smack. "Aaah! What the-" He smacked her again. She turned her head around to look at him as he ground his dick against her ass, his hands squeezing and pushing her cheeks. "Spread your legs. Now." She did as he said and nearly came when she felt his dick slide in between her lips. .