***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
“Harder, baby…” Michelle begged. She was on her hands and knees on my bed, backed up to the edge. I stood behind her, my hands digging into the thick flesh of her hips, my pelvis slapping her ass as I drove my cock in and out of her warm, wet pussy.
Determined to give her everything she wanted, I picked up the pace.
“Yess…yess,” she approved. “Fuck me, baby…fuck me…”
The flesh of her ass rippled as my pelvis pounded her asscheeks. The wet sound of my cock sliding frictionlessly into her slippery hole was music to my ears.
She was on the pill, but I still felt obliged to announce, “I’m gonna cum, baby…” It came out as a gasp.
“Cum in me,” she pleaded. “Give it to me…”
And I did. Each successive thrust dumped more of my sticky load into her. Her hand went to her clit and, with a few quick circles, she was there as well. She rubbed and spanked her love button, the proof of her climax in the way her toes curled and asshole winked in confused ecstasy.
As she settled into her afterglow I pulled out and laid out alongside her on the bed. She rolled over to rest her head and hand on my chest and draped a heavy thigh over my legs. A steady stream of cum and pussy fluid leaked down my skin from her tired hole.
It was Sunday night and we had to be back at work the next day. But her kids were with their father and, since Senna already knew about us, we didn’t see any harm in showing up to work together.
“That was good, baby,” a satisfied Michelle whispered as her fingers ran lightly along my chest.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed.
“Promise we’ll never do anything to fuck this up? Like, fall in love or some dumb shit?”
I thought for a moment. I was growing fond of her, but that didn’t mean we had to be exclusive. I could care for her without being clingy. Plus, if I was going to play along with whatever Suzanne was doing with me then monogamy was out of the question.
“Of course,” I finally answered. “You’re nothing more to me than a sexy cum dumpster,” I quipped.
She chuckled and answered, only half-jokingly it seemed, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”
That being the case, I decided to fill her in on what had happened over the past couple of days. I needed someone to process it with. I needed to know if I was just thinking with my dick.
“So, I wanted to run something past you,” I said. I told her about the encounter with Suzanne at the bistro, the night spent with Senna in the office, the online profile, and the video chat exhibition of the day before. She listened in silence, not saying a word.
“So…what do you think?” I asked when I finished. I genuinely wanted to know, but I was anxious that this would make her hesitant to continue our affair.
“I think,” she said slowly, “It’s an interesting idea.”
That elvankent escort didn’t tell me anything.
Michelle rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. her hanging tits and the bubble of her bare ass made me start thinking about round two.
“Well,” she started, “One of the biggest problems I run into is finding someone I can trust enough to really…let loose, sexually. I want a guy who can be as intense as I need him to be but also won’t take advantage of me. Or hurt me.” She smiled coyly. “At least…not in ways I don’t want to be hurt.”
She looked down at her fingernails and concluded, “So I guess, if it’s legit, an organization that does that vetting for you is a pretty good idea.”
That was a relief to hear. “So, you don’t mind if I keep it up and see where this thing goes?”
She looked up at me and shook her head. “No, as long as you’re careful.” She smiled again. “Maybe you’ll pick up some tricks to use on me…”
I grinned and rolled her onto her side facing me and pulled her into a long kiss. “You’re a wonderful friend-with-benefits, you know that?” I said, sincerely.
She draped her thigh over my hip and kissed me back. “I do…” she whispered. She paused and then suggested, “Maybe when you have your face buried in Senna’s cunt you can put in a good word for me.”
“Hm…” I mused, “Maybe you can join me and tell her yourself…”
My cock was already hardening again. She felt the head brush against her labia and murmured, “Mmmm…yes, please…” She shifted her hips to line me up with her opening. I slowly drove my cock inch by inch into her waiting pussy, still sloppy with the remnants of our first session.
Hands on each other’s asses, tongues in each other’s mouths, fucking like long-estranged lovers with no regard for the absolute mess we were making…this was how I wanted to end every weekend.
The next morning started out fairly normal. We had our Monday staff meeting in the conference room during which Michelle teased my leg with her foot while I watched Senna’s tits and ass jiggle through her tight top and skirt while she gave a presentation. But otherwise, just an average Monday.
I knew that was about to change when just before noon Senna called me into her office. I closed the door behind me as I entered.
“You have a good weekend, Mark?” Senna asked as she munched on a salad at her large desk.
“I did. How was yours?”
“Eh,” she said with a shrug, “Not as good as yours. I saw the way Michelle was walking today. Pounded her out pretty good, huh?”
“Uh…good enough, I guess.”
She swallowed and looked at me over her glasses. “What are you waiting for?” She asked.
“Waiting for?” I replied, confused. Was I supposed to be doing something?
Senna took her glasses off and leaned forward on her emek escort elbows. The plunge in her neckline was so deep I could see the lace of her bra.
“You didn’t think I was kidding about your new job, did you?” she asked.
“Not exactly kidding, but…”
“Then what’s the fucking problem?” Seeing I needed a bit more direction she backed her chair away from her desk and pointed to the space underneath it.
Now I was getting it. I’d planned on going to grab lunch…but this was good too.
“I guess it’s salad for me too, then,” I mumbled as I rounded the desk and knelt in front of where she sat with her legs spread. I ran my fingers up her thighs and cupped her breasts. I buried my face in her cleavage, running my tongue in between her smushed tits.
Senna let me enjoy them for a few moments, but before long she grabbed me by the hair with both hands and pushed me down to crotch level. Message received.
“UNDER the desk,” Senna demanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said backed up into the small open space, which was just barely big enough for me. Senna rolled her chair forward and hiked up her skirt to her ass. When she spread her legs I was pleased to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. Only the thick lips of a juicy pussy greeted me in this dark, cramped space. It was obvious she hadn’t trimmed over the weekend, which was just fine with me.
I dove face-first into her thick bush. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to fuck around so I immediately went for her clit, sucking and tonguing as she shifted her hips forward to give me better access.
“Mmm…that’s a good boy,” Senna cooed as she ran her fingers through my hair. “You just looove being a slutty worker for your boss, don’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I confirmed, my affirmation muffled by her thick pussy flesh.
“I think I’ll have you do this every day. You’ll give me a midday release. And maybe some nights I’ll take you home. How does that sound to my office fucktoy?”
I was about to respond again in the affirmative when I heard a knock on Senna’s office door. Without waiting for a response, the door opened. I froze in mid-suck. Senna didn’t flinch.
“Hey, Mrs. Carter!” Senna chirped.
“Hey, girl!” came the other female voice. I thought it sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.
“Sorry if I don’t get up to shake your hand. My back has been giving me some problems,” Senna lied.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” the stranger responded. “Can I have a seat?”
“Yes, please do. I imagined you’re here to talk about our…project?” Senna prodded.
As she did her toes wiggled in her strappy high heels. Well, if I was going to be down here anyway…
“Yes. I read your report, but wanted to swing by to see if you had anything to add that didn’t make it in.”
Slowly and quietly, I started to undo the straps of one of her heels.
“No, eryaman escort not much to say other than what I wrote. I think he’ll be perfect for the position.”
“Well, in that case, I think we have a pretty promising prospect. So, how’s the mediation business?”
At this point, Senna and the other woman launched into a conversation about numbers, policies, and a myriad of other things I wasn’t at all interested in at the moment. Instead, I focused my attention on quietly slipping Senna’s shoe from her foot.
I set her naked foot on my lap where I knelt uncomfortably and began massaging her soles and arches. Her toes wiggled approvingly as my fingers tenderly dug in, but she maintained her composure.
When it became apparent this conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon, I decided to “give in to lust” and try something else. Slowly and quietly I unzipped my pants and fished out my erection. I set the underside of my shaft against the bottom of Senna’s foot and slowly started grinding.
I half expected her to kick in protest, but she didn’t. Her toes curled and uncurled, lovingly gripping the head of my cock. Before long they were sticky with my precum. My arousal was such that I struggled to keep my breathing quiet.
I was so enthralled by the way my sensitive shaft felt as it slid against the soft skin of Senna’s foot that I almost forgot the other aspect of good lust: it was to be used for the other person.
Remembering this, I slowed my grinding. Using one hand to guide her foot, my other returned to her pussy. Fortunately, she was still turned on and it didn’t take much searching for my thumb to find her clit. I steadily massaged it, matching the motion of my cock against her sole and toes.
As the women droned on I edged closer to orgasm, wondering if I could get away with cumming on my boss’s foot. Maybe the real question was, would it please her as much as it did me?
That was the difficulty with even “good lust.” There was a lot of trial and error involved in figuring out just what constitutes pleasure for the other person. Which, I guess, was the point of an organization like Living Lust.
But, not having that information at the moment, I decided to take a chance. I repositioned Senna’s foot so the head and shaft of my erection ran through her sticky toes. I sped my thrusts, going as fast as I could without making too much noise.
I came with my shaft between her big and second toes. The first few blasts painted her shin, with the rest oozing out onto the top of her foot and toes. I felt her just barely shiver, her pussy almost imperceptibly pushing harder into my thumb.
Then, without any warning, Senna interrupted the other woman mid-sentence and announced, “He’s finished.”
I froze. What the hell? Was she selling me out? Who was this other woman who apparently knew this whole time that I was fucking my boss’s foot under the desk?
Senna rolled her chair back, her bare foot leaving a trail of cum stains everywhere it touched. I tucked my cock back into my pants and shamefully emerged from under the desk. I stood and turned to face the other woman.
It was Suzanne.