Spectacular Stranger
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“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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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.
Lydia felt the amazingness of having a lover just touching her – resting his hot, pink glans against her entrance, but not actively seeking it. Her wetness mixed with Jack’s pre-cum and they seemed to be joined in the heat of the moment.
Then, with barely any thrusting at all, Jack pressed inside her, slowly entering her passage, whilst all the time stroking her clitoris, gently, gently. Heat radiated all over Lydia’s flesh and she felt the wounds Jack had given her glow with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by this welcome intrusion into her sex. She felt the glowing head of his cock pushing her sex open – making way for the long, thick shaft behind it. She felt, more keenly than before, the way her sex rippled and fluttered over the man’s cock, tasting and touching every time morsel of it. It was more intimate than she had ever felt before.