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“I want to fucking lick you out, you gorgeous thing,” he moaned before giving her labia a flat-tongued, full lick that made Jenny purse her mouth and gasp at the unexpected fullness of the contact. Mark’s clever tongue poked in and out, experimentally, of her wet sex, making electric pleasure spike up her clitoris and towards her very soul. She was amazed that this stranger was arousing such feelings in her. She just wanted a job in exchange for a fuck, and this was definitely not what she had been expecting. With the mark of experience, the tall and thin man used one manicured finger to press teasingly on the welcoming entrance to Jenny’s vagina. His active tongue flicked quickly and delightfully on her swollen clitoris which twitched and pulsed as those feelings of sexual joy were drawn from it over and over again.
“Oh god,” Jenny sighed, gripping the armrest of the chair with one hand and twisting the other’s fingers into Mark’s neatly combed hair. As if encouraged by her forceful grip, Mark sucked on Jenny’s clitoris and dipped his finger tip rhythmically in and out of her open sex. The handsome man’s head was buried between her legs and Jenny could feel the start of an orgasm causing tension and flutters in her vagina. She pulled Mark’s head away from her sex and stared the potential employer in the face.
“Stop,” she gasped, “I want… want to fuck you,” she growled through gritted teeth. She really did want to fuck this man – this stranger whose body was so inviting, whose tongue was sol talented and who she could see herself working under for a long time…
Mark grinned and walked teasingly back over to his jacket. He had a long, slow drink of water from a bottle on the desk and came back with a condom sheathed onto his prick. His erect member seemed to be straining against the thin latex covering in an effort to get inside Jenny.
He took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs further apart, hooking her ankles over the armrests of the leather chair. Mark stared, sighing for a second at the sight of Jenny’s wet and ready sex spread open before him. Her folds lay open, ready to receive. Jenny watched, intently interested as he took his prick in his manicured and tanned hand before pushing just the very hard, yet soft head of his erection inside her. Her wet and ready sex took hold of this welcome intruder with wanton abandon. She loved the thrill of the unexpected, and sex with a stranger always turned her on. Now, to fuck him senseless so he would have no choice but to bend to her will.
Mark gritted his teeth and Jenny tried to force more of him inside herself, and instead moved deliberately slowly and frustratingly, applying tiny amounts of pressure so Jenny’s cunt practically sucked him inside with no rough or awkward thrusting needed from him. They stopped for a moment, still, amazed at their own daring, letting gravity take its course until Mark was completely buried inside Jenny’s wet, pulsating cunt – his pelvis meeting hers with a bump and grind.
Jenny could barely believe that her tiny frame could engulf Mark’s large and impressive prick, and she felt the glorious fullness she had been craving and smiled in completeness. She clenched and unclenched her inner muscles, feeling the completeness of having another man rooted inside her. It was delicious. She ran a hand over her abdomen, feeling Mark’s cock pushing against her muscles. She grinned as Mark flinched. Clearly, he could feel her hand through her body, too.
“Jesus,” Mark breathed, pushing a little against Jenny’s cervix. “You’re so deep… This is fucking amazing. Jesus,” he repeated, as if all his fantasies had come true at once. Jenny wondered if he had ever imagined fucking an interviewee before, and moved herself on his prick.
“Lucky you,” she gasped, feeling the power of him beginning to thrust and shift inside her cunt. He ground his hips gently against the woman’s pelvis, giving Jenny’s passage the chance to tremble and clutch on his erection. His long, thick and perfect prick rubbed delicately against Jenny’s g-spot and she sighed as she realised this was not faked – Mark was constructing and building real pleasure within her.
Mark moaned slightly as he began to withdraw and fulfil over and over again. “Very few women can handle all of me,” he said, withdrawing slowly, almost to the tip before plunging himself back inside the woman he had barely met. “You’re amazing,” he moved inside her with purpose, absorbing every second that she gripped his back with her hands and his cock with her cunt..
Jenny responded with all of her feelings, loving that she was actually enjoying this, clenching herself and stirring on the organic and hot foreign object inside her, hardly daring to believe that a man she had never met, a man who could change her life forever, a man with so impressive a cock, was inside her, telling her she was amazing, fucking her as though she was worth something. She felt lie laughing, crying, screaming in the absurdity of it all as they fucked on an office chair.
“Fuck me, just fucking fuck me, do what you want,” she gasped as quietly as she could, squirming to try and increase their tempo and rhythm.
Mark finally complied with what she wanted, and their pace increased and the once unknown pair’s pleasure began to build. Without warning, suddenly Mark stopped and with startling strength for someone so slender and without noticeable muscle tone, looped his arms beneath Jenny and picked her up, carrying her over to the desk, with his prick still buried deep inside her. Jenny smirked as she realised what was to happen. Putting her gently down on the luxurious padded desk, Mark withdrew his erection for a moment, leaving Jenny feeling vacant and defective until he put his hands on her hips to show her she should turn over and bare her buttocks to him. The cushioned edge of the desk made it quite clear what he wanted and Jenny was more than willing. She swept her red hair over he shoulder and flipped herself over, looking back at him seductively.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck me hard, Sir,” she purred.
Her pale and peach-like bottom pointed towards the ceiling and the office man took hold of her round buttocks firmly before introducing his prick, wet from jenny’s own juices deep inside her wet pinkness again. He slid inside without a complaint, and enjoyed sliding in and out of her for a moment before pushing apart her sex and her buttocks and pushing inside her as far as he could. Jenny moaned against the desk and her legs trembled at this new fullness and pleasure. The satisfaction came from another zone inside Jenny’s deep well of a cunt and she felt Mark’ thighs touching against the backs of her own in a delightful slapping way. He pressed against her, and then withdrew slowly, making her cry out in frustration before pounding back inside her. Mark’s large cock touched her cervix firmly, drawing a different, deeper pleasure and making Jenny beg for speed.
Mark complied, fucking Jenny hard. He gripped her hips and pummelled himself inside her, making her wetter than before, so he slipped in and out gloriously. As Jenny began to squirm, his pace slowed and he leant down to whisper in her ear…
“Let me?” came the deep, masculine voice as Mark reached in front of the desk, around jenny’s body to her clitoris. Jenny nodded ‘yes’ and Mark’s fingers proved as talented as his tongue. He worked her engorged clit that at the same time as filling her with himself again and again. The faultless rhythm of his brushes and strokes made Jenny pant and thrash on the desk and try to open herself even wider to him so their fucking made a luscious, wet slapping noise. The warmth of their gratification was consuming the red-haired woman like never before, as she tried to back even further onto the stranger, to take in more of his magnificent cock.
Mark countered her hungry cunt by pressing an experienced finger just inside her tight and surprised anus and drawing tiny circles on, in and around this most secret area of flesh. With both of Mark’ hands touching her in places she had no control over and his thrusting and pounding erection buried deep inside her, Jenny gave in to her orgasm, crying out near-silently for fear of getting caught, she threw her head back and gasped and twitched; pushing herself backwards to force the stranger’s prick as deep as it would go inside her once more. With the waves of her dying orgasm quivering over his amazing cock, Mark thrust once, twice, harder than ever before, and continued to massage Jenny’s throbbing clitoris even as their shared pleasure died and they lay, spent on a stranger’s desk in an office, in the middle of the day.
They broke apart and dressed hurriedly, with Jenny using the tiny desk mirror to sort her hair. She smiled knowingly at Mark as he straightened his tie.
“How would you say the interview went?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. Mark grinned widely and checked his cufflinks. He was flawlessly dressed, as if nothing had happened.
“I wouldn’t know,” he said, walking over to the door. “I’m just the office intern. Can I get you a cup of coffee? The interview panel will be along shortly,” and with a wink of his eye, Mark unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a stunned, blushing and furious Jennifer sitting in the office chair where the two of them had just had sex.
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By Lucia Jordan!
‘Bounds Of Passion’ is the first book in the exciting new ‘Bound’ series by Lucia Jordan
Lydia Westwood has the libido that can’t be calmed, and no one can satisfy her. Frustrated with the lack of pleasure she gets from her men, Lydia turns to the world of BDSM, and meets the handsome and mysterious Jack Riding, whose skills and expertise might just give Lydia the orgasm she’s craving, but at what cost?
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Jack Riding continued his assault on Lydia’s clitoris and she cried out as her pleasure mounted. As she began to twitch with the start of an orgasmic wave, he let the riding crop fall and leaned over her naked back to whisper in her ear.
“Why did you join the website?”
“Because,” she gasped. “Because no man has ever been able to make me come before he does when fucking me,” she turned her head slightly. “Can you do it?”
“I can’t promise anything,” Jack replied with a smile. “Now, head down,” he pushed her dark locks over her face and took a hold of her hips. “I like a challenge,” he added, touching just the tip of his cock to her wetness. She tried to back into him and received a slap on her backside for her trouble. “Keep still,” he snapped, and she fought to relax her limbs. Her legs, splayed apart with the restraint revealing and displaying their hidden treasures, which Jack pressed minutely against.
