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I didn't even have a chance to admire the decor before I was flat on my stomach over the coffee table as Anton hiked my skirt up over my hips. No panties again. Never again.
Drawing his hand back, he spanked my exposed pussy and I hissed. I couldn't cry out, not here, not with everyone so close, but the flood of moisture between my legs was enough to tell Anton that I wanted exactly what he was going to give me.
Which of course meant he had to torture me first.
Another electrical charge jolted my nipples and I twitched and thrashed against the table. The leather of my jacket creaked and groaned as I twisted. Anton stroked my slit gently with one long finger, spreading my juices over my pussy lips until my sex was almost frictionless.
"You are so dirty," he whispered. "You'd fuck me anywhere."
"Hell yes," I said, earning another smack on the ass. The flat sound echoed off the walls and I clenched my teeth together, swallowing a shriek of pleasure. His hands were rough when he reached down and turned me over so I lay on the table, my thighs falling open. Eagerly his mouth descended on me, licking, stroking, probing, nipping. Anyone could walk in that door at any moment. I needed to come, and quick, or I'd spend the rest of the day frustrated.
"Your fingers," I begged.
He pulled back and lightly spanked my open pussy, the sensation on my clit sending tremors of desire out through my limbs. "I'll fuck you how I want," he growled. "And you will come."
Yes, yes please, I thought. He resumed stroking my slit with his finger, playing with me, toying with me, and I writhed beneath his touch, my whole body begging him to give me the quick rough fuck I knew would take me over the edge.
"Perhaps I should fuck your ass," he said thoughtfully, and his finger slid down my ass, playing with the sensitive flesh between my ass cheeks.
No, my pussy, please, I wanted to say, but I forced myself to bite my lip. My hands had found the edges of the table and I was holding onto it for dear life.
"Or perhaps your mouth. I could shoot my load all over your chest."
I whimpered.
"Or maybe I'll just let you please me with your hands..."
Your cock, I wanted to shriek. Give me your cock.
"What do you think, Felicia?" he said softly. "What hole should I fuck?" Reaching up, he coated my lips with my own juices, and I opened my mouth and sucked his finger deep inside, tasting my own need on his hands.
He inhaled sharply when I swirled my tongue over his finger, wrapping deftly around it. "Fellicia," he said.
He drew his hand back and I lay there, panting, knowing I had no choice but to let him do to me what he would. I wanted it that way. I would have done anything he wanted, wherever he wanted, as long as he stroked me into heaven again.
The buzz of his zipper scraped over my ears, and he was pulling me off the coffee table, lifting me up until I was high in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist. The length of his cock kissed my slick lips. I needed it. I had to have it.
Anton pushed me up against the wall, hiking my legs up until my knees met my chest. My ankles hooked over his shoulders and his hand under my ass held me up. I felt his other hand beneath us, manipulating his cock, pressing it up and up.
"We shall let fate decide which hole I fuck," he whispered, and his voice was so rough it seemed like two wet stones grating over each other. "The first hole I hit is what I fuck."
Oh god, I thought. Fruitlessly, I tried to angle my hips, but I was pinned, immobile, like a butterfly. The soft, wet head of his cock slid perilously close to my puckered entrance before it glided up and up, and then he was snug against my slick channel, the hand under me slowly releasing my weight.
I slid down onto his cock with the ease of long nights of practice, and I closed my eyes.
Each time was the same. Mind blowing. I couldn't breathe as he filled my body with his, fitting into me, easing the ache he caused with his very presence. Every time, it was the same. Each time it was new.
He speared me with his cock until it was fully engulfed, my clit smashed against the hard muscles of his abs. Pressing me harder into the wall, he pulled out and pressed in, the smallest of thrusts, but it sent sparks dancing through me. My toes curled with the sensation of his stomach scraping over my clit as the head of his cock jutted over my g-spot on its way to my womb. He set a quick, sharp pace, an urgent humping sending relentless bursts of pleasure through my pussy, dragging a fierce fire from my aching clit as he pounded into me. Tiny whines escaped my throat as I clung to him, helpless beneath his assault, and my body opened before him, melting around him. I wished it would go on forever. I wished it would end quickly.
I got my wish. One of them, anyway. We came together, a fun little party trick we'd been working on that made a quickie like this so smooth and perfect. My body contracted, pulling him deeper, and with a visceral grunt he spent himself inside of me, hot cum squirting into my slick channel.
There was no time for coming down. Without preamble, Anton slipped out of me and tucked his cock back into his pants while I tugged my skirt back down over my ass. Long strings of his thick, hot milk dripped down the inside of my thigh, unimpeded by anything so convenient as underwear, and I rubbed my legs together, smearing Anton's seed over my skin. The smell of cum hit my nose. I would reek of it until I had a chance to clean up.
Which wasn't now, because no sooner had I smoothed my skirt down than my mother popped into the ladies lounge, elbows flying, clearly concerned that Anton couldn't handle a headache. I hoped she couldn't smell the cum on my legs. It just kept dripping...
"Are you feeling better?" she asked me. I ran a hand through my hair. My legs shook. The aftershocks of our fuck sent tremors through my limbs and I swayed on my feet. I licked my lips and tried to sound wan and consumptive. "I... I don't know," I told her. "Maybe I should go home."
She pressed her lips together, and I felt the tiniest pangs of guilt, but then Anton's warm, strong arm snaked around my shoulders. "I'll take you home in the car," he said.
