Bent over on my desk, Beth moans as I pound her pussy from behind. As I fuck her hard, the papers stacked on my desk start to fall onto the floor. But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock swiftly going in and out of my secretary’s very wet and very tight pussy.
I grunt as she starts to push her ass back, meeting my every thrust. Her moans become louder as I fuck her faster, remembering that I have a meeting to go to in thirty minutes. Soon, she screams as I feel her pussy clench my cock pleasurably. On the brink of my own orgasm, I pump hard and fast into her a few more times, and then I pull out, shooting ropes of cum all over her perfect, tanned ass.
I start putting on my clothes as I smirk to myself, proud of seeing her sprawled on my desk, spent from another session of amazing sex.
“You can stand now, Beth. And put your clothes back on.” She hurriedly complies, pulling up her underwear over her cum soaked behind. I moan quietly, loving the fact that she'll have to spend the whole day at work with my cum on her the entire time. As she finishes putting on her wrinkled pencil skirt and her red lace bra, she grabs her torn white button up and gives me a questioning look.
“Sir, you ripped this off of me…”
I raise an eyebrow at her. Is she stupid? Of course I knew that. I did it to help her. That shirt was so tight against her chest that it would have ripped without my help.
“Well, sir, I have nothing else to wear.”
I sigh as I take my blazer off and throw it to her. You’d think that after months of fucking, she’d know by now to bring an extra set of clothes. Tight pussy, loose marbles.
As she was leaving my office, she reminds me that it’s my twentieth anniversary with my wife, and that if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for my meeting.
Shit.
***
“Yes, Jacob, that's it. Oh, Jacob, go slower.”
The eighteen-year-old senior in front of me slows down the two fingers he has in my pussy.
“Yes, that feels so good. Now, while you insert your fingers slowly into me, I want you to use your thumb to lightly rub my clitoris an- OHHH!” My hips buck as my eager student starts to rub my engorged clit furiously.
One of my hands stop caressing my chest through my blouse as I steady his hand to stop him from making me cum too early.
“You need to slow down,” I say with as much authority in my voice as I guided his movements at a gentler pace.
“Professor, does the speed of my rubbing increase the pleasure you feel?” he asks as he continues to rub me, his long fingers sending me to heaven.
I moan appreciatively as I continue to rub my sensitive nipples with my hands.