He imprisoned my writhing body and pushed me ahead of him, bending me over the table once more. I glanced up and looked over my shoulder again as my boss spread my legs with his knee once more. He was holding his long, thick cock now, stroking it, and then he slapped it against my sore ass-cheeks several times so I could appreciate the heft of it. I shivered. I knew what that cock could do. My punishment would be memorable.
He pushed the huge head of his cock against my dripping pussy and began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing into my eager flesh. I tried to fight him, to clench and close him off, but he pushed right past my resistance, making me moan in ecstasy. He pulled all out and slammed his cock into me again, I cried out in pleasure. He hammered his hard cock into me cursing under his breath, harder and harder, faster and faster, and I was beside myself, gyrating my hips to feel him with every corner of my pussy, slapping my ass back into him in time to his rhythm. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, someone knocked on the door and my rhythm faltered. His didn't. „Go away!" he roared, and continued pistoning into me, harder and harder, until we both convulsed moaning and making guttural sounds as he gushed his load into me and the pleasure shook me again and again, setting off fireworks in every nerve. I arched against him. My cunt was on fire, on fire, and the fire spread through every cell of my body so that I shook uncontrollably. He was bent over me, groaning, his big, muscular body enclosing mine as the contractions of my pussy squeezed his massive twitching cock again and again, wringing every last drop of come from it, while our sweat mingled and streamed on to the table and his hands squeezed my breasts in spasms.
We stayed like that until our breathing slowed a little and the fog of lust lifted. Then he let go of my breasts, giving the nipples a final tweak, and knelt and lapped at my pussy from behind, licking up my musky juices. I looked around as he did this, the thick eyelashes downcast as his eyes closed in ecstasy, he sensed my stare and looked up, his eyes fierce and sated with desire. I could have laid there with his mouth on me forever, but was disappointed when he pulled away and got up. I straightened up, still looking at him over my shoulder when he snapped at me.
"Get back down, and don't move until I tell you to.“
I bent back over the table as he buttoned his shirt and stuffed the tails into his pants, fastened his belt, staring at my ass and my pussy. Bent over as I was, he had a great vantage point. Then he swung away and strode to the bathroom to clean up some more and I remained in position, my breasts squashed against the table and my legs spread-eagled, the cold air cooling his sweet juices running out of me and down my legs that were shaky in the aftermath of his assault on my body.
I was still in position when he came out, picked up his phone and laptop and went to the door where he paused, his hand on the knob, and glanced back at me.
"Oh, and another thing. You turn up here late one more time and your pretty little virgin ass is mine."
The air left my lungs in a rush. I didn't look at him as I whispered, "Yes," and he left. I closed my eyes as the door slammed behind him, then pushed away from the table and straightened up slowly. He was an animal. The angrier I got him, the harder he fucked me. I was addicted to his hard fucking, his hard face, his strong, muscular body, his volatility, his giant cock. I lived for it. I was already plotting more and varied ways to make him lose his temper.
He pushed the huge head of his cock against my dripping pussy and began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing into my eager flesh. I tried to fight him, to clench and close him off, but he pushed right past my resistance, making me moan in ecstasy. He pulled all out and slammed his cock into me again, I cried out in pleasure. He hammered his hard cock into me cursing under his breath, harder and harder, faster and faster, and I was beside myself, gyrating my hips to feel him with every corner of my pussy, slapping my ass back into him in time to his rhythm. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, someone knocked on the door and my rhythm faltered. His didn't. „Go away!" he roared, and continued pistoning into me, harder and harder, until we both convulsed moaning and making guttural sounds as he gushed his load into me and the pleasure shook me again and again, setting off fireworks in every nerve. I arched against him. My cunt was on fire, on fire, and the fire spread through every cell of my body so that I shook uncontrollably. He was bent over me, groaning, his big, muscular body enclosing mine as the contractions of my pussy squeezed his massive twitching cock again and again, wringing every last drop of come from it, while our sweat mingled and streamed on to the table and his hands squeezed my breasts in spasms.
We stayed like that until our breathing slowed a little and the fog of lust lifted. Then he let go of my breasts, giving the nipples a final tweak, and knelt and lapped at my pussy from behind, licking up my musky juices. I looked around as he did this, the thick eyelashes downcast as his eyes closed in ecstasy, he sensed my stare and looked up, his eyes fierce and sated with desire. I could have laid there with his mouth on me forever, but was disappointed when he pulled away and got up. I straightened up, still looking at him over my shoulder when he snapped at me.
"Get back down, and don't move until I tell you to.“
I bent back over the table as he buttoned his shirt and stuffed the tails into his pants, fastened his belt, staring at my ass and my pussy. Bent over as I was, he had a great vantage point. Then he swung away and strode to the bathroom to clean up some more and I remained in position, my breasts squashed against the table and my legs spread-eagled, the cold air cooling his sweet juices running out of me and down my legs that were shaky in the aftermath of his assault on my body.
I was still in position when he came out, picked up his phone and laptop and went to the door where he paused, his hand on the knob, and glanced back at me.
"Oh, and another thing. You turn up here late one more time and your pretty little virgin ass is mine."
The air left my lungs in a rush. I didn't look at him as I whispered, "Yes," and he left. I closed my eyes as the door slammed behind him, then pushed away from the table and straightened up slowly. He was an animal. The angrier I got him, the harder he fucked me. I was addicted to his hard fucking, his hard face, his strong, muscular body, his volatility, his giant cock. I lived for it. I was already plotting more and varied ways to make him lose his temper.
