by Vivien Vale
When he pulls back, his cock comes out of my mouth with a pop, and I look up at him, breathing hard. His face is riddled with lust as he looks down at me. I take his outstretched hand, letting him pull me up. He pushes me back onto the bed, following me down so that we end up on the mattress together. He kisses me hard, one hand in my hair, pulling lightly when he slides his other hand around to my neck. He holds my neck without strangling me. It’s enough to know he can keep me there if he wants to. I know he won’t, but the illusion does the trick, and I feel myself getting wetter.
Wes pauses and looks at me, face concerned.
“Is this okay?” he asks. “It’s not too much?”
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Trust me.”
It’s all he needs to know. I’m not sure if it’s trust or lust that spurs him on but he kisses me again, and his hand is on my throat. His body is grinding against mine. He’s not inside me but his cock rubs against my pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. He’s so close to taking me, but he’s not doing it. As he kisses me, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth, it’s like he’s fucking me already. His cock slides up and down my slit, my wetness coating it. I moan in between our kisses and gasp when he grabs one tit and squeezes it hard enough to be just this side of pain.
It translates into pure pleasure and I cry out, breaking the kiss.
My legs are open, and Wes is between them, his hips forcing my thighs open even wider. He pushes into me, and it’s what I’ve been waiting for him to do. He was teasing me with this the whole time, sliding up and down past my entrance and ignoring it.
The moment he’s inside me, he starts fucking me. He braces himself with his arms on either side of my head and holds himself over my body. His hips buck, and he slams into me, fucking me so hard I cry out with every stroke. There’s no reason to be quiet, now. I don’t have to worry about who will hear me because it’s just Wes and me. I reach up and put my hands on his shoulders. I can feel the muscles ripple under the skin as he moves and holds himself over me to not crush me.
I wrap my legs around his upper thighs and ride the rhythm with him.
When slows for a moment and leans on his elbows instead. His body is pressed up against mine, now, skin touching from crotch to chest. He looks me in the eyes. His face is riddled with concentration and pleasure, and I lift my head and kiss him. The kiss doesn’t last very long – we’re breathing too hard for that.
When he regains a bit of strength and pushes up on his arm again, I reach for my tits. He loved it when I touched myself before. It was fucking hot having him watch me do it.
I squeeze and massage my tits. His eyes slide to my chest, and he watches my hand as I knead my tits, pinching the nipples. He starts fucking me harder. I let one hand trail lower down, pushing it in between our bodies. His body slams into mine and clamps my hand between our bodies when I find my clit, but I keep going. I rub myself, working my hand between our bodies as he slams into me again and again, burying his cock inside of me. He’s looking down at where our bodies merge, where our sex comes together. He’s breathing hard.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. I hold my hand still and let his rocking, his rhythm, work its magic. My finger is on my clit and his fucking moves it around, and the sensation is orgasmic. It’s exactly what I want.
I’m trapped beneath Wes’s body – he pins me down with his hips, his hands on either side of my head – and I love it. It’s a thrill to be with this man – an icon of sorts in the business world – and to know that I’m the object of his lust. I don’t care that there is no affection involved.
I don’t date. I don’t do love. If he doesn’t do it, either, all the better for us.
I’m getting close to my orgasm, moaning and gasping, when Wes stops.
He pushes himself up and slips out of me. I groan in protest, feeling his absence acutely. He’s on his knees and takes my ankles on either side of him. He lifts my legs up and holds them against his body so they’re up in the air. He slides his hand down one leg while holding my ankles firmly with the other. His hand strokes my skin all the way down to my ass. He grabs my ass cheek, squeezes it before he finds my entrance with his fingers and pushes them in.
“I love the way you feel,” he says.
I breathe hard, my body going numb in all the right places when he does that, changing the feel of everything. Wes is an expert and knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s driving me crazy with desire and sensory overload.
When I’m moaning and writhing again, he removes his fingers and almost immediately, replaces them with his swollen cock. He pushes into me hard and fast, barely letting me adjust to the feel of him, and I cry out. He holds my legs up, and at this angle, he plunges so much deeper inside me. His cock pushes in and out, stroking me in different places than before and I’m drowning in the feel of him.
He fucks me harder and harder. My body rocks back and forth on the bed. I can feel the friction of the bedding beneath my back. Wes’s one arm is around my shins now, holding up my legs. The other arm is outstretched, hand on my thigh. My tits swing back and forth as he fucks me.
I close my eyes. I’m moaning in rhythm with his fucking. An orgasm grows as he does this, starting deep down at my core and slowly running outward.
Wes opens my legs a little so that my feet are on either side of his face. He leans forward, slowly, pushing my legs toward me. He’s folding me in half and the further he pushes me down the deeper he goes. I cry out. His thrusts are sharp, but they’re more pleasure than pain, and I’m lost in the feel of him riding me, fucking me, doing to me as he pleases.
The fact that he’s using me to pleasure himself pushes me closer to the edge.
The room fills with the sounds of our sex. My cries are everything but soft. I am as vocal as I get. He’s pounding me at an angle I’ve never had before, and I’m a moaner anyway. The slick sound of his cock pumping in and out of me laces the sounds of my moans, his hips slapping against my thighs, the grunts and groans of his effort.
It’s hot and heavy. I’m splayed out on his bed, and it’s not the least bit elegant, but I don’t care. He’s taking me, and the ecstasy of it is all that counts right now.
As if he’s been holding back, Wes picks it up another gear. He hammers into me harder and faster than before, and my cries fall away until they’re just gasps and breathy cries. My muscles clench, pleasure washes through me in waves, but I know it’s not time yet. I’m close but not quite to my next orgasm.
Finally, Wes slows. He has incredible stamina but even he can’t go on forever. When he slides in and out of me with slow strokes, I can finally think straight again.
“Lie down on the bed,” I say while he’s still inside me. “Let me do the work for a change.”
Wes stops. He’s still inside me, but he doesn’t move. I can feel his pulse, his cock throbbing slightly inside me.
He pulls out slowly, and I gasp. I’m sensitive from how he’s been fucking me so hard, and I can feel every inch of him as he pulls out.
When he lets down my legs, I take a moment to recover. He lies down next to me. I turn my face to his and kiss him. He smiles, and I push myself up, crawling onto him. I straddle him, but I show him my ass, facing his feet when I throw my leg over his hips.
I hold onto his cock. It’s slick with our juices, the flesh hot and thick. I position him at my entrance and slowly sit down on him. I’m so wet, and he slips in with ease. I feel him all the way in and moan as he slides home.
Reverse cowgirl feels different because his cock lays at a different angle than my body does. He strokes up against my walls, pushing down against me. I start moving my hips back and forth, riding him.
Wes’s hands are on my hips, and I know he’s getting a beautiful view of my ass. My cheeks are spread when I sit down on him, my ass bubbling out and with every movement I know my body jiggles and bounces. I’m not overweight, but I am curvy. My muscles aren’t toned like an ath
lete’s, and when I rock back and forth, riding him, I know I jiggle.
And I know men like it. They are mesmerizing by the back and forth motion of tits swinging and asses jiggling. The skin-and-bones models of today might be the standard all women feel they’re held to, but give a man a woman with curves, bits that jiggle back and forth during sex, and he’ll be a hell of a lot more turned on.
I start rocking back and forth harder and faster. His cock slides in and out of me. His hands are on my hips, fingers digging into my skin when I go faster, letting me know that he’s loving what I’m doing. His grunts and groans are getting louder and come more often, and they join my own moans in a soundtrack that defines our night.
My tits rock back and forth, and I put my hands on them for a moment, feeling them, before I brace myself with one hand on his thigh in front of me and one hand on his hip behind me to give me enough leverage to keep going like this.
Wes
Kylie is a goddess. I noticed her when I reviewed her application and lusted after her since our interview together. Even knowing she was up to something, I still wanted her. Bu this is a whole new level. When we were fucking in my office, she was careful and quiet. I had been worried then about how much noise she was making. I understand, now, that she was being very quiet, then. She’s so vocal now, and it’s a turn on.
She rocks back and forth on me, riding me hard, and I get lost in the feel of her. My hands are on her hips as I watch her ass. It’s big and beautiful, the kind of ass that deserves to be stared at and admired. I’ve always liked a woman with a bit of meat on her, and her ample ass balances out her larger tits perfectly.
Kylie rocks back and forth on my cock like she knows I’m staring at her ass. I squeeze her cheeks and relish in the feel of her. Her hair hangs down her back in a wavy waterfall, swaying as she moves. I slide my hands up her back, underneath the hair and run their silkiness through my fingers. Everything about Kylie scream feminine and sexuality.
Her hands move, and she’s feeling herself. I can see her running her hand over her tits. It’s so hot when she touches herself. Women have very little self-esteem these days, and with Kylie touching herself like that I get the idea that she’s happy with her body, that she loves herself in a way that is healthy.
Her one arm stays bent, I guess her hand is still on her tit, but the other moves, and I picture her sliding it down her body again. I have more than enough imagery to fall back on after watching her play with herself, touching herself, feeling herself. I imagine she pushes her fingers into her slit and right after I do, I can feel her at the base of my cock where I’m sliding into her, with her fingers fluttering lightly over my balls. She touches me and I shiver. She starts moaning louder, and I know she’s playing with herself.
Her fucking becomes a little more rhythmic than it was and her moans become a little breathy. Her body convulses on mine, waves of pleasure coursing through her, clamping down on me now and then as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. God, yes. When she orgasms on top of me it takes so much for me to control myself. But I’m not going to come, I tell myself. Not yet.
She rocks harder and faster. Her moans have disappeared, and she only breathes hard now, as if it’s too much effort for her to concentrate on her orgasm and moan so loudly at the same time.
I feel it when her orgasm takes off. Her body spasms, and she cries out sharply before she clamps down on me, her walls clenching me. I shudder, holding back my own orgasm. She curls inward, her hair falling over her shoulders and around her face and I feel her body contracting and releasing, contracting and releasing until the orgasm finally subsides.
When she leans far enough forward that she needs to brace herself with her arms, I gently take her arm and guide her off me. She sits cross-legged on the bed next to me, spent. Her eyes are glazed when she looks at me, and she has a satisfied grin on her face. I want to come, still. I want to explode inside of her, but not in her pussy.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently pull her face down to my cock. It lies thick and erect against my lower abdomen. I can smell our sex hanging in the room, and I know what’s waiting for her when she closes her mouth around my cock. The thought of her having the taste of both our sex in her mouth is orgasmic all by itself.
I keep my hand behind her neck and guide her as she starts bobbing her head. She slides her mouth over my cock, and I imagine what she’s tasting, how much of our sex together she’s picking up.
She moans a little muffled around my cock, and I know she’s not unhappy.
“I want to come in your mouth,” I tell her.
In response, she starts moving her head up and down my cock, sliding me in and out of her mouth faster and faster. She’s fantastic with her tongue, sliding it around my shaft when she pulls out every time. Her mouth is hot, and it’s a very close second to sex. She’s fucking good at it.
Some women are gifted with the ability to provide extreme pleasure with their mouths. You can give a million blowjobs, but if you have that extra talent, the others can’t compare.
I don’t have time to think about much else. Kylie wraps her hand around my balls and squeezes lightly – it doesn’t hurt, but it’s enough to remind my cock what it’s here to do. I can feel myself hardening, growing bigger as she fucks me with her mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the feeling of her hot mouth around my cock. The muscles in my stomach contract, and I twitch involuntarily.
A moment later, the orgasm rips through me, and I let it go. I spasm and jerk, releasing hot cum into her mouth. The moment I do she slows her movement and sucks me off languidly, careful not to suck on the tip where it gets so very sensitive. She milks me with her sucking, and it feels like I’m pumping cum into her forever before it finally stops.
I breathe hard, coming back to my senses. She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me. She flashes me a smile before she gets up and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. It doesn’t take long, and then she’s back.
I don’t ask her what she did – if she spit it out or cleaned herself up – because she crawls back onto the bed and nestles herself into the crook of my arm. I hold onto her, and she lies on my chest. Her tits are soft and sizable when she presses them against me, and her hair is on my shoulder and my neck. For a moment, I think about how she fits into the curve of my body perfectly, complimenting me, but I push it away.
“You’re fantastic,” I say to her.
She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
“You’re pretty good yourself.”
We lie together in silence. I’m still buzzing after my orgasm, after the mind-blowing sex we had. She’s quiet next to me except for a contented sigh.
This feels right, having her next to me in my bed.
When I turn my head a little and glance at her, she has a frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head on my shoulder.
“Come on, tell me,” I say. “We just had the best sex ever. You should be basking in the afterglow.”
She rolls onto her back. Her head is still on my arm, her side pressed tightly against mine, but I’ve lost a little bit of her. I’m fairly certain she’s questioning what’s going on. That was fucking amazing. There’s no way she didn’t feel it too. And for her to be keeping the kind of secret she is from me, even if I don’t fully understand it? Well, it can’t be easy.
“I’m worried about this,” she says. “I’m scared this will come out at work.” So she decides to fall back on that?
I sigh. “I hoped that if we bring it here, to my place, you won’t worry about it anymore. We both want each other, sex is natural. There’s no reason why we shouldn’t do this.”
She shakes her head. “That’s fine logic, Wes, except there is a rule at RidgeCo about not fraternizing with your co-worker. And no matter where we do it, how far away we get from the office, as long as we work there the rule applies.”
I nod. I know she’s right.
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br /> “Look, sweetheart, I’m not going to tell anyone. You know that, right?”
She nods. “I’m not worried about you telling anyone,” she says. “But someone like Leon might say something.”
Just the mention of him sets me on edge. I turn my face to her. “Did he say something to you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I overheard your conversation with him the other day, though. He’s not very happy.”
“He doesn’t know. You know that, right?”
She nods. “I figured he can’t know anything, but he hates me as it is, and it can still turn ugly if he spreads rumors that turn out to be true. I don’t know what it is, but I get a funny feeling about that guy. Something isn’t right.”
I nod. I understand what she’s saying. I’m unhappy that it’s an issue so soon after we have sex, that I can’t relish in the pleasure of it, but she’s right. It can get ugly. Especially when I suspect she’s right about Leon—there’s more to his story.
“Well, then we just make sure there’s nothing for him to point to about our behavior. Let’s lay down some ground rules.”
She smiles. “You’re making rules?”
I nod. “So, we both know where we stand. And you said so yourself. You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you, too. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So instead of putting ourselves in a difficult place by denying what we both want, we’ll do it where it won’t hurt us.”
“Nothing at the office,” she says. “Not even casual friendship. Strictly business.”
“Right,” I say. “And nothing in public, either. Even if we’re away from the office. We’ll meet up only at my place. No one will know. No one will be able to guess because there will be nothing.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“Does that help?” I ask. I can tell how tense she is about this. I know she’s worried about losing her job after she told me a bit of what her life was life. I have never known a life without security and money. Even my job was certain from the start because of who my dad is and what kind of influence he has over the company. He’s good friends with the owner. I was going to get this job from the start.
