“Imagine sticking your cock in my ass,” I moaned. “Imagine how tight and hot it would be.” That was what I’d been thinking about. My boss. ...My stretched arsehole. His cock. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, pushing in hard enough that there would surely be desktop bruises across the tops of my thighs for days to come. “I’m going to come.” Sure enough, a few more deep-thrusts like that first one and Dick’s body quivered. I came as his cheating cock pumped his spunk deep into my pussy. But one orgasm. "Don't pull the trigger," I whispered in her ear, "You won't like the result." Are you married, Honey, or do you just wear that ring to keep the flies away?" Frieda asked. "Where's your old man?"The waitress flicked a glance at me before replying, "God knows. Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can't find him to serve papers. He hasn't done nothing for me for a while." I guess I should describe the woman: Black, busty, a little thick, but not huge. Tall. Nice legs for a. Her loose top flows around her,occasionally giving a sense of the shape of the woman underneath inteasing fashion. I wonder if she'd let me borrow it?"I think I'm going to get changed, if that's okay?" I say, ducking thequestion and standing up, straightening my dress. "I'd quite like toget out of my work clothes." Sure," she says, setting down the bottle and standing up, glass inhand. "I'll come too. I love Ellen's closet. So, come on, spill!" Uh," I say, taking a deep breath and smiling -- my. I grabbed it and pulled him to his knees between my legs. I pointed his cock at my pussy and pulled him into me again. We fucked and fucked and fucked. He lasted a lot longer before he came that time. I came again, too, when he did.”“Finally Dave pulled out of me, stood up, and said, ‘Lady, maybe you’d better go shopping or something. I’ll never survive to finish your wiring at this rate.’ So, I got up, went back and got my clothes, kissed his cock one more time, then went and took a shower..