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I should feel guilty for flirting with him; for using him like this. But my screaming pussy is wailing and begging for a good fuck, demanding that it gets stretched and gutted by a hard black dick. And, tag…he’s it.
Still, I have always prided myself on never, ever, mixing business with pleasure. And I definitely have never shit where I eat. Office romances very seldom work out. Neither does having a one-night stand with a colleague—usually. But, lately, seems like I’ve been going against everything I stand for, like sleeping with Karalyn, for one. And now this.
I can feel my juices seeping through my purple lace panties, oozing down around my pussy, staining my designer skirt. I am relieved it’s a chocolate brown. The last thing I need is to be embarrassed by a big, round wet stain on the back of my skirt when I stand.
I knew I should have worn a liner.
He licks his lips, grinning suggestively. “You sure know how to get a man to rise to the occasion.”
My mind flashes to the steamy shower I shared with Karalyn a few weeks ago. A decadent ache pulses through my clit, remembering the way her touch set my pussy ablaze.
I blush.
“Ava, what the hell is wrong with you?!” I scold in my head. “Here you are out having dinner with this fine specimen of a man, and you’re sitting here thinking about another woman licking your pussy when you should be thinking about him fucking you from the back with him palming your large swinging breasts and pinching your thick, hard nipples while you throw that ass back on him, trying to fuck the skin off his hard dick!”
Your pussy needs to be fucked!
And have you not forgotten you have a big dick under your foot, hard, and obviously more than ready to fuck you?
“I always aim to please, Mister Denson.”
“Is that right?” I simply smile, now using both of my feet to massage his dick. Jarrod pulls in his bottom lip. He grunts, cutting his eyes around the dining area, then locking his eyes on me. “You’re something else, Ava. You sure…mmph…you don’t wanna head out now?” He slides a hand underneath the table, caressing my right foot, then pressing his legs shut. His dick has gotten bigger…longer, if that’s even humanly possible.
He tosses back his drink. Then tells the waiter he’ll have another when he comes to our table to check to see if there is something else he can get for us. “Anything for you, ma’am?” the waiter wants to know. I tell him no, not at this moment. A few seconds later, he walks off. I watch as he crosses over the room, then descends down the stairs toward the bar area.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Jarrod says, giving my foot a relaxing massage under the table. I have to fight myself to keep from moaning.
I tilt my head coyly. “And what question was that?”
He grins. “Do you always aim to please?”
I pull my foot back from his lap, then slip it back into my heel. “I’ll give you the answer to that when I return from the ladies’ room.” I stand up, smoothing the front of my skirt out, hoping there isn’t a puddle of bliss left in back of me. Jarrod’s lustful stare lands in the center of my crotch, then sweeps upward to meet my gaze. He pulls in his bottom lip.
I am convinced he smells my warm, wet cunt wafting from under the hem of my skirt. He knows innately that my pussy juice is seeping out, flowing between my legs. He licks his lips, then grins as if he knows that I know that he knows. “I’ll be back in a sec,” I say, sauntering off toward the steps that lead to the main level of the restaurant, maneuvering my way around tables and waiters toward the bathroom.
Once I finish, I wash my hands, then stand in front of the mirror, fumbling through my purse for my tube of lipstick. When I find it, I carefully reapply a coat over my ripe, warm ready-for-a-night-of-dick sucking mouth. And clit, too, so it seems. I shake my head, blotting my lips, then blowing a kiss to my image in the mirror before heading back out to my date. Fuck for the night is more like it. As I am about to reach for the handle, the door swings open, almost slamming into me. I instinctively jump backward.
“Oh, excuse…” My mouth drops open and her eyes lock on mine. I am surprised. Oh no! Please don’t tell me this woman is really some certified nut who’s stalking me! “Kara, what are you…”
Without a word she grabs me, cups my face between her warm hands and kisses me, cutting me off and pushing me back into one of the opened stalls. She kicks the door shut. Her mouth is on mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Oh, God! Her lips are soft and so damn juicy. Her hand slides down my back, finding their way to my ass. She palms it, holding me tightly against her grinding pelvis. I moan and gyrate my hips into hers. My pussy already throbbing and slick from all of my previous lewd thoughts.
“I wanna eat your pussy,” she says, reaching under my dress, grasping the waistband of my moist panties. I feel like I am teetering on the edge of deception being here with her—her fingers working my clit over—while leaving Jarrod sitting out there with his hard dick practically ready to burst through his pants.
“Wait…wait,” I say breathlessly, trying to pry her hands from off of me. “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”
“I’m here having dinner with a friend,” she says, grinning. “I saw you when you walked by our table. And now I’m ready for my dessert.”
I blink. “And what’s that?”
“You.” She pushes me up against the stall door and snakes her tongue inside my mouth. A shiver of arousal snakes up my spine as her body presses into mine. She pushes my panties aside to feel my wetness.
“Oh, God, no,” I protest, concern in my voice. “What if someone walks in?”
“Then we’ll give them a show. Do you want me inside of you, Ava?” Her lips press against my ear. She trails her hand along my quivering thighs.
Oh, God!
“Uh, um…”
