by Clara Moore
“Am I going to make you come?” He asked, his tongue moving faster now, with more purpose.
“Fuck, yes, you’re…you’re making me come! Jesus, fuck, I’m coming!” The words spilled forth from me as I finally felt my frustration release, my body rocking and twitching again as he rose from between my legs, his mouth damp. He ran his fingers through his hair, and began unbuckling his pants, pulling a condom from his blazer pocket.
“Turn around, and pull your skirt up.”
I did as I was told, placing my hands on either side of the sink and flicking my skirt up over my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror; my make-up was smudged, my hair all over the place, but my face had that needy, desperate expression on it that said that I just needed a good, hard fucking.
Sheathing himself, I watched Patrick line up his cock with my slit in the mirror. Wrapping one arm round my waist, he used his leverage to slowly ease all the way into me, my cunt grasping at his thick erection. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, as if savouring the sensation, and then slammed into me as hard as he could. I let out a squeak, my body teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain as he began to pick up his pace.
“Is this what you wanted, Kelly? To get bent over and fucked like this? To have some young guy make you come over and over again?”
I nodded, biting my lip, unable to verbalise a response. He slapped my ass, hard. “I want an answer!”
“Yes, Patrick, I want to get fucked in a public toilet like the slut I am.” I was surprised at the words even as they came out of my mouth, but they were true- I had just never been in a situation as dirty and depraved as this, one that really required me to talk as dirty as I possibly could.
“Good girl,” he replied, through gritted teeth, picking up his face till all I could hear was the slap of our flesh together. His fingers sunk into my hips, and I arched my back to allow him deeper. The feeling was indescribable, as if I was floating on some perfect-sex cloud that I would never come down from. My pussy, which had been aching for a cock since Monday, finally felt full, and the sensation of his deliciously thick cock spreading me out had me heading towards another orgasm. I gripped the sides of the sink, pushing my hips back in time with his thrusts, lost once again to the feeling overwhelming me.
“Oh, fuck-I’m-“ I didn’t have a chance to gasp the words out before my pussy clenched again, tense around his cock, and a final, exhausting orgasm broke over me. I opened my eyes just in time to watch Patrick slam into me one last time, he face screwed up with pleasure as he found his release deep inside me. Slowly sliding his erection out of me, he released his grip on my skin, but not before landing one last slap on the ass.
Panting, I turned to face him, my body still reacting to the best fuck of my life. “So, see you in the office on Monday?”
“Only if we get to fuck there, too,” he shot back, a wicked grin taking over his face. And I got the feeling that work was going to be a lot more interesting from this point on.
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THE END
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