Not for puzzy - a continuation

and then he was gone – she reached down, under her skirt to touch herself – and found her panties wet – she could feel the fabric stretched by her swollen lips – and barely did she touch it, before she started to cum – and she leaned back in her chair, feeling the waves flow over her – as she felt the throbbing, she caught movement and looked up – standing at the door, he watched as she came and she came all the harder for it.

the next day came and that day, and the rest of the week – and every day he came in at lunch, talked to her about what he was going to do to her after work – and she felt her cunt get wet at his descriptions – she had no choice she thought, but as the week went on she began to enjoy it – every afternoon she sucked him off, licked his big balls, swallowed his cum – and after cleaning him, she learned to tuck him away – always hoping he would take her – but he would walk to the door, and turn and wait as her hand went to her wetness – she tried to tease him into finishing her – lewdly showing herself as she fingered her clit, her panties pulled aside – an invitation that was never taken – he watched and waited – and as she would begin to cum, he would walk off – leaving her – letting her moans follow him as he left for home – until friday.

on friday, after he had taken her mouth again, when he was dressing, with the thick taste of his cum still in her mouth, as she began to touch herself, he told her – that come monday, he wanted to add something new – a different twist, or two, maybe – and hearing this, she pushed her two fingers hard into her open cunt – told her she should be ready for him when he came in – and as he stood at the doorway watching, she came for him – so wet it would soak into her chair – and she felt excited, and wet, all weekend long in anticipation of the coming monday.

monday came and as the day dragged on and on, she kept wondering what the twist might be – her appearance on the surface was much the same, but underneath she had dressed as naughty as she dared – the too small demi cup bra that barely contained her breasts, the garter belt and nylons she felt made her long legs look even sexier, and the barely there g-string – she topped it with a dress much too slinky for the office, but she wanted nothing to interfere with whatever he had planned for after work – she felt sexy and when he came in at lunchtime he noticed – it was almost as if he could smell her excitement – and making sure they were alone in their part of the office, he told her to stand – she did as directed and he told her to raise her skirt – and although the door was still open, she again complied with his wishes – showing him her near nudity was almost as exciting to her as having the door ajar – at any minute someone could walk by and see her flaunting her nakedness to him.

his look was lustful, but controlled – and as he rose she saw it had affected him – the swelling in his trousers belied his indifference – he walked to her and told her to grab it – see how hard it was, to squeeze if she wished and to recall what it looked like – then after an all to short grab at his swollen dick, he walked away and left her with a remembered image – his cock, large and getting larger – and the rest of the afternoon dragged – the image she recalled, the feel of it beneath the cloth – and she was in a constant state of arousal for the rest of the day – so wet she had to check often to see if she had marked her dress – and then, after what seemed an eternity, the end of the day was upon her – as she hoped he soon would be.

after she saw the last of her employees leave, she thought perhaps he had left as well – she felt anxious – but as he walked through my door, it disappeared – it was replaced by concern as she saw the stern look on his face – he left the door open and walked over to her desk and sat on the edge in front of her chair – no words were needed for what he expected – until he reached for her – as surprise registered on her face, he grabbed her tits, hard – and she heard a hint of cruelty in his voice as he said she was dressed like a slut – his hands forceful on her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her hardening nipples – each caress sent shocks into her, his touch seemed to bring her close to cumming – and he hadn’t even touched her naked flesh yet – her nipples throbbed from the rough handling, and as he pinched them both she felt herself close to exploding – her body arched, pushing her tits closer to the source of pain and pleasure she was receiving – she was so close and then it stopped – her eyes opened to find him looking at her – and his look told her it was her turn now – it was time to give him pleasure – to become his slut – and she welcomed it.

she eagerly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants - he lifted himself slightly from the desk and she slid them down and saw what she wanted – his long thick bulging cock, hidden by boxer briefs, but the growing wet spot at the tip made it plain to see he had enjoyed himself to this point – he grabbed her hair and pulled her to his groin – pressed her against his bulge, her lipstick smearing as she lightly bit the shaft thru the fabric – his groan told her he was pleased and she moaned into him, muffled as it was – anxious to get him in her mouth, she pulled down the waistband of his shorts, and slipped them under his balls – god what a package – his cock and swollen balls right there in front of her – she sucked his hardness into her mouth – she loved licking and sucking his big balls, and big, thick cock – he tasted fantastic, and she would have sucked him off all day if she could have manage it - sliding her mouth up and down his hard cock, she was in heaven, and his moans, groans, and urging her on told her that he loved it too – but after only a few minutes of sucking him, he pulled his wet cock out of her mouth – on his feet now, his hand in her hair, she looked at his sweet cock, wet and so slick – she wanted it back in her mouth!

before she could do anything to get it back, he pulled her to her feet and turning quickly pushed her onto the desk – oh god she thought to herself – she knew what the twist was – he was going to fuck her, and god she wanted him to.

A rising

she was half awake when she felt him stir - he had gone to bed first last nite and had slept against the wall - so she knew he would have to climb over her if he needed to get up - and he usually did - a full bladder made his going to the bathroom one of the first things he usually did - it also did something else to him - it caused that glorious morning erection she loved - he wouldnt know she was awake yet, and she felt him easing himself up and he slid over her - she felt his dick glide over her thigh - full and swollen right from the start - and as she remembered from on those mornings when he had taken her, it only got stiffer - sliding into her almost perpetual wetness yesterday morning as she lay sleeping - easing it in slowly - and soon he had filled her - filled her so that she stirred and came awake full of his cock . . . .

she opened her eyes slightly as he got out of bed - to watch him - she loved to watch him naked - nekkid he called it - the light from the approaching day provided enough light for her to see - his ass, white against his tanned body - she watched him as he stopped at the sink, turned on the tap water and washed some of the sleep out of his eyes - she watches as he brushed his teeth, and sees something thru his slightly spread legs - she stifles a giggle, as she notices his cock & balls - swinging - back & forth as he brushes his teeth - and as the room lightens a little more, she notices the pattern of 4 pale red claw marks - standing out against the whiteness on his right cheek - where she had marked him that first night - had made him drive into her hard - where she had made him hers . . . .

rinsing, he turns the water off and turns to walk toward the bathroom - she rolls away from him and she doesn't see him towel dry his face - or walk back towards the bed - as he slides into bed beside her, she feels him, his body slightly chilled against her warm flesh - feels his arm come around her - to pull her close against him - his hands cold as he finds space between the buttons of his shirt - the one she wears to sleep in - his breath sweet and fresh as he nuzzles into her neck - and she feels his hand moving down past the hem of the shirt, she hear him ask "and what was all that giggling about?" - and it is then that she feels him - as his dick slides against her - it was still hard . . . .

he had gotten up to brush his teeth and had come back to bed still full, still swollen - and as his hand settles between her legs, his fingers finding her slit, she hears him say "you're so wet already.." - his fingers toy with her, eliciting soft whimpers and she feels his arm wrap under her, pulling her tight against him - she feels his cock nestle between her cheeks, gliding across her moistness, her hips moving at his urging - her body is trembling, his touch so strong as he pushes his fingers into her, deep and hard - and she thrusts against them - slowly stroking - and each time she pulls back, away from the fingers, she feels more of his prick slide into her . . . .

"i love your pussy...so wet...so tight around me.." - the sensations his fingers create are joined as he pushes slowly into her - filling her - his breath, slow and even against her neck - his hand cupping her breast - teasing the rigid nipples, one then the other - she lays beside him, her heart's beating increasing as he slips deeper and deeper inside her - she squeezes him, her cunt constricting around him - the response she desires, a groan from his lips, a quick pulsing from his dick - and her first words; "more, i need more" . . . .