Page 110 of The Import Slot
Leaning forward slightly, she hitches her dress up, past her thighs, and I see the curve of her ass come into view. Fuck me, what a gorgeous view.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I realise what she’s showing me, and I can’t help myself. I free my dick from my pants and give it a squeeze.
“Fuck, Jen. How long have you had that in?” I eye the small plug she has settled into her ass and reach for her, pulling her toward me. My lips graze her ass cheeks, and I kiss them before giving them a playful spank.
My dick is screaming for attention; she always surprises me when I think I can’t get any more turned on.
“Not long. I thought it would be cool to try.” She looks back at me. “Oh wow, it didn’t take you long to get hard.”
She spins around and gets on her knees before me, taking my dick into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her throat, causing me to groan.
“Don’t ruin my makeup,” she breathes as she pops my cock out of her mouth and takes my balls in her hands.
“How do you feel about wearing that to dinner?” I ask, suppressing a groan.
“Um, I could try?”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I figure I can come in her pussy now and take her ass later if she’s keen.
I pull her to her feet and position her so she’s leaning over the desk near the window. She’s soaking, and she gasps when I run the head of my dick all the way over her pussy before sliding in. She shudders and lets out a moan that forces me to think of Coach Adams reaming us out because I’m that close to coming.
“Oh, my fuck. That feels incredible,” she says, and I agree.
“I don’t think I’ll last long,” I warn.
I lean her back into my chest and thrust a few times before reaching for her clit, brushing my fingertips over her sensitivity. She comes more or less straight away, her pussy tight around me. A few more thrusts, and I’m coming with a grunt in her ear. The feeling of the plug in her ass makes it even more intense.
I kiss her neck, holding her close, and my phone vibrates in my pocket. I ignore it, and it sets off again.
“Shit. That’s probably us late for dinner,” I say, grabbing a load of tissues from the desk to clean us up before we head into the bathroom. “You’re incredible,” I say, kissing her as I zip myself back up.
“Vicky is going to be so pissed,” Jen says, biting her lip.
“You seduced me,” I say.
“You’re easily seduced,” she replies.
“Okay, I’ll give you that.”
We make sure we’re decent and head toward the elevator, and I press the call button. It slides open to Vicky standing there, hands on hips, glaring at us.
To say Vicky is furious is an understatement.
“How many times are you set on pissing me off?” she says, her finger pointing at me. I open my mouth to answer, but she cuts me off. “Just so I can try to plan for the next time. Get in.”
We step in, and the ride down is in silence, Vicky leading the way when the doors open on the ground floor.
Vicky angrily whispers at us to find our seats, since everyone else is already seated.
I find my seat and greet the women sitting around the table. I introduce myself and ask everyone’s names.
My heart drops when Rochelle introduces herself with a laugh.
“As if you don’t already know me,” she says, flashing a wide grin.
I don’t actually know her at all, and I can’t say I remember her all that well from that night out, either.
I don’t respond to her. I try to make friendly conversation with the other ladies at the table, some of which I remember seeing at the rink when I’ve signed autographs after games.
