Thursday, I came home from work early, excited for a long weekend with my man. No work until Tuesday. No plans either; at least not the kind I’d put in my calendar—I had no shortage of intents with him.
Stress had gotten the better of us lately, and our sex life took the biggest hit. We’d fallen into a rut of what could, at best, be called “duty sex.” You know the type. It’s good, but it isn’t good; it cleans the pipes but barely gets your blood going.
This weekend, I would fix that.
As I swung the door open, I heard him in his office, still working. I popped my head in to surprise him, but ended up just as surprised.
So was the girl with her head in his lap–a petite goth type, black beanie, fishnet top, shorts that revealed so much ass I’m not sure why she bothered putting them on, and the chunkiest goddamn studded leather clogs I’ve ever seen. And she was on her knees in front of his desk chair.
Startled, he tried to cover up, reaching for a blanket to pull over his lap, but the glimpse of his hard cock dripping with her spit seared itself into my retinas. She scurried backward on her knees, hiding her tits with her arm, and falling against his desk to look up at me with wide eyes.
Where I’d normally expect to be furious–to scream, to storm out–ice flowed in my veins. “Don’t stop on my account. Go ahead, girly. Be a good little slut and finish him off.” I hooked a finger in her fishnet top, tugging her to the space between his knees. “Lick those pretty black lips and wrap them around his cock.”
She looked from me, to him, but I cut it off. “Don’t think I’m letting you off any easier,” I snapped at him as I crouched behind her, resting my fingers on her black knit beanie. “Tell her how good her mouth is, that your hard cock couldn’t wait for me to get home–it needed her magic little mouth that badly.”
I bobbed her head, watching her chunky hipster glasses slide down her nose as she glugged and gagged and her spit bubbled down his shaft. “Look at the desperation in her eyes. She got caught with your dick in her mouth and all she can think about is making your hot cum shamelessly spill down her throat. She needs it so bad, she doesn’t care that I’m here.”
Her fingertips dug into his thighs as I pressed her head down further, harder, her body wrenching against me. His hips pulled back, trying to relent, but I wouldn’t have that. My voice cloyed, “Don’t go easy on her, sweetie. She needs this.”
I wrapped an arm around her, palming her fishnet-draped tit and pinching her nipple bar between my finger and thumb. A twist, a tug–she moaned onto his cock all the same, like a relentless little slut. His hands gripped the chair tighter, knuckles going white, breath hitching; nerves, fear, the point of no return–I didn’t care why.
I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Focus, dear, work that magic and get ready to swallow. He’s so close and it’s been ages since he came. He’s going to drown you and you better not miss a drop.”
My nails pressed crescents into her tit, sending cold shivers down her back as she slurped his length. “Tell me how good she feels, so good that it’s worth getting caught,” I seethed up at him.
“I– yes– hng–fuck. So good.” His words disappeared into gasps, his climax building in his gut. Sweat rolled down his face.
“Tell her she looks like a pretty slut with your cock in her mouth.”
“Yes. Pretty. Slutty. Sexy.”
“She does look sexy, doesn’t she?” I brought my face close to hers, smelling his musk and her spit, my arm cinching her waist tight to me until my tits flattened against her back. “Sexy little cock-hungry goth slut. Getting ruined mouth-first. Risking my wrath, my punishment… speaking of…”
I looked up at him with devious eyes, her head bouncing next to mine. “What’s her punishment? What’s yours?”
His breath hitched hard, abs clenching in neat furrows. “Take it,” I scolded her as his balls pulled tight with a groan. She swallowed hard. Again and again, my fingers pulling on her tit, my lips on her ear. “That’s what you came for, sugar, isn’t it?”
I clutched her beanie, turning her face toward mine, our lips grazing, nibbling, locking. The taste of him in her mouth was intoxicating; I felt heat flooding under my skirt.
“Good girl,” I said between sloppy kisses. Looking up, I gave him his due, “Good boy.”
“You’re not mad?” she asked, licking her lips clean. “My flight got in early, and… well…”
“I can’t blame you two for not waiting. Never. I mean… god, your tits look fantastic in fishnet.” I kissed her again, eager fingers already sliding down her body. “Missed you, girly. Glad you could join us for the weekend.”
“Happy to be here, but you had me scared for a sec,” she said with a relieved chuckle.
“You’re still getting punished, of course,” I slumped, pinning her against his thighs, “Both of you. Both of you–I like the sound of that. Yeah…” My ache was screaming. “I’ll have that now.”
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