Page 65 of After Hours


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Don’t get me wrong, she’s sexy as fuck in her clothes, but nothing beats the sights in front me.

Naked.

Bare.

All mine.

I twisted the rods and closed the horizontal blinds as soon as I got up, and then I did something I’d always wanted to do.

I swept everything from my desk onto the floor. Except for the monitor and keyboard, of course. In all my sexual escapades, I’ve never fucked someone on an office desk.

She tugged down her jeans, and unable to wait, I dropped to my knees, and helped her, dragging the stiff fabric over her fat ass, exposing her thong, and the front moistness at the lips of her cunt, just visible through black lace.

As she stepped out of her jeans, I grasped her ass, pulled her to me, and inhaled the scent of her feminine arousal. Hooking her thong to one side, and roughly smacking her thighs apart, I buried my face in her groin, my nose rubbing against a sizable clit.

“I could eat your pussy all day.” I groaned.

She whimpered. “Please.”

Her labia was fleshy, almost rubbery… I rolled and held them back with my thumbs, exposing a slick, coral cunt of exquisite beauty, and incredible promise.

Pointing my tongue, I delved into her for the first time, and heard her moan of pleasure. She edged back until she was sitting on the edge of the desk, she opened her thighs wider and her fingers began to massage my closely shaven scalp. I tongue-fucked her deliciously, savouring her taste, the silky surfaces of her cunt.

“Oh yes… that’s so fucking good,” she groaned.

“Quiet,” I cautioned her.

She mumbled sorry but when I looked up at her, I saw a devilish smile on her face. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she shuddered. Slipping my tongue out, I slipped two fingers straight in. I felt the heat, the tightness.

I was in pussy heavy and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

“Please don’t stop…,” she hissed. She lifted herself onto the desk, until she braced her bare feet on the edge. Almost as an afterthought, she shucked off her thong, and then splayed her legs wide.

She looked incredibly sexy, laying back on her elbows, tits lolling just a little to the sides, nipples pointing skywards, my fingers fucking her, digging deeper, feeling her meeting my thrusts…

Her hips rose and fell, winding out a sexy slow dance of welcome. Her flesh felt so good, so warm and slippery from her ever-increasing flow of juice. I worked my fingers in the tightness, stretching her walls apart, twisting and turning my hand until the base of my thumb was hard against her clitoris, the side to side swooshing making her gasp and shake.

She was panting, lips parted and expectant, her excitement was palpable. Mine was almost overwhelming. I had made the right choice. We didn’t say anything, not daring to break the spell. I couldn’t believe it.

“I could do this all day.” I gasped thickly, relishing each word as I began to screw my hand from side to side, leaning into her at the same time.

“Fuck,” Was all she could’ve managed to say but glancing at her eyes and the way her body accepted me, gave me enough consent to know she was comfortable.

“Quieter.”

“I can’t go any quieter.” She was breathless and I laughed. Her vulva spread right around the full thickness of my fingers, and then slid, slowly, stunningly down the other side. I could feel her milking it in with a slow peristaltic action. She knew exactly what she was doing, even better than I.

The sensation around my fingers was incredible. So tight, so hot… each ripple and whorl of her inner flesh clearly transmitted through my skin.

“Don’t stop,” she growled, and I could only agree. My fingers rubbed hard on her g-spot as I twirled and rotated them. Her fingers splayed and trembled. Her eyes rolled back.

“Right there please. Fuck, fuck,” she wailed.

I sped up, and my cock drooled pre-cum as Azzaria began to orgasm. She grunted, and shockingly, fluid spat from her cunt, right onto the desk.

I reeled back, spluttering, laughing, licking my lips as soon as I could. Her teeth were clenched, eyes blazing, body jerking with each spasm, spasms that I felt on my fingers, clamping it hard.

It took quite a while for her to come down, and I kept two fingers in her all the while, clenching and unclenching my fingers in slow pulsations that triggered off many delicious after-shocks. It was barely thirty minutes since I had locked the door and I had just fingered my biggest obsession on the desk.

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