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He grabs my ass, lifting me up as I cross my legs behind his back. His mouth is on my neck, marking me. I rub myself against his hard-on, the friction just what I need on my throbbing clit. He slaps my ass with both hands, signaling me to stop. He looks deep into my eyes with kiss-mussed hair, but I don’t want that. I don’t want intimacy.
“Do it. Punish me.” I challenge, and his eyes turn darker.
Setting me down, he spins me around so I’m facing away from him, my thighs pressed against the edge of the conference table. He kisses my neck while unbuttoning my jeans and peeling them off of me, along with my panties. The cool air hits my already soaked pussy, and I quiver. Wasting no time, Matt pushes my upper body down until my chest is laying on the conference desk. He uses his foot to spread my legs wider, leaving me exposed.
His hands are on the backs of my thighs, slowly making their way up to my ass. I’m so fucking turned on. I have no idea where this dominant Matt came from, but you won’t see me complaining.
“You want to get punished?” His voice is low, almost inaudible.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He slaps my right ass cheek.
“This. Fucking. Ass. Has. Been. Teasing. Me. For. Too. Long.” Each word is accentuated with a slap. They aren’t hard, but I’m already sensitive, so each one stings more than the previous one.
He grabs the back of my hair, lifting me from the desk.
“I’ve dreamt about spanking this ass red.” I moan loudly at the dirty words he whispers in my ear and the sting I feel on my scalp and ass. “I’ve dreamt about punishing you for pretending you don’t think about us. That you don’t think about the way my bare cock felt in your tight pussy.”
I feel myself dripping down my thighs, and apparently, so does he because the next thing I feel is his mouth connecting with my center.
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“Fuuuck,” she moans when I suck her clit between my lips. Her taste and scent envelop me, snapping any remaining threads of control.
I lap my tongue on her pussy, wondering,who the hell am I. This dirty talking, spanking persona is not my usual self, but rather who she turns me into.
Every day at the office I’ve been thinking about doing exactly this. I land a hard slap to both of her cheeks before sucking her clit once again. She’s panting and rubbing herself on my face, completely drenched. I sense she’s close, but it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I let her come right away. So, I pull on her clit painfully, before getting up. Her moans show me she likes the pain and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder.
I turn her around, laying her on the table and lower her blouse and bra, sucking a taut nipple into my mouth. She withers below me and though I would love to tease her more, my cock is on the brink of exploding.
Taking it out of my pants, I give it a few strokes before positioning it at her entrance. Her wild hair spread around herlike a halo. Her eyes are glossy, lips swollen from my kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I lower down for another kiss, and as our lips connect, I thrust deep inside of her wet heat. She whimpers into my mouth, and I reward her by biting her bottom lip. Her hands are on my back, undoubtedly leaving marks, while I pump into her. Her pussy flutters around me, making it hard to hold back my orgasm. But I have to. I have to feel her come around me. So, I press my thumb into her clit, and in three more pumps, she’s coming apart. Her pussy pulses around my dick, making it impossible to pull out. We haven’t used protection, and I planned to pull out, but my dick has other plans. Bound by her gripping pussy, my orgasm starts deep inside my balls. Groaning loudly, I spill inside of her. She’s still coming, still pulsing and, fuck, no orgasm ever felt like this.
By the time we’re both done, my forehead is on hers, both of us breathing heavily.
“Sorry, I wanted to pull out. But it was too good,” I say, looking into her eyes.
“On the pill, remember? Besides, it was pretty hot.”
“It was.” I don’t share it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Or that seeing my cum drip out her is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, this was risky.” I look around, coming back to reality. And the reality is, anyone could have walked in.
“Yeah, but that’s what makes it hotter.” Not for me. Usually. I’m a play it safe guy. But she brings out my newly discovered wild side. I’ve never even had sex in public before, but I’m three for three with her.
“Look, Matt...” she starts, but I interrupt her, knowing what she’ll say.
“Don’t worry, Natalie. I know the score.” I know she doesn’t want anything more. But she told me that two times already, and we’re still here.
I help her dress so she can go clean herself up in the bathroom. While she’s gone, I tidy up the room, hoping no one can tell we had sex in it. Grabbing the papers from my folder, I realize we haven’t done any work. Maybe she would agree to a dinner, so we finish things up. But the bubble bursts as soon as she walks back in.
“I know we haven’t done any of the work, but you can leave it to me. I’ll take the folder and do it over the weekend.”
“We could meet up and do it together,” I suggest.
