Page 47 of S is for SEX

“Not a clue.”

Although I felt slight guilt for it, I was really turned on from watching. Uncomfortably wet, horny, and still feeling slightly inferior, I watched as Les slid a condom over his throbbing cock and began to bark out orders.

“Spread that ass wide, bitch.”

Compliance came quickly.

Without much warning, Les began to shove himself into the tight ass that he’d apparently been yearning to fuck since the day he arrived.

“Dear God. He’s going to rip the gaffer’s ass to pieces,” the man behind me whispered. “He’s hung like a mule.”

Muffled groans filled the production room. Les placed his hands on his waist as if he were posing for a scene in a porn movie, and then began to work his hips back and forth rhythmically. From the perfectly shaped tip of his thick cock to his shaved balls, he made sure every inch of his manhood was being used.

I couldn’t pry my eyes away from the action. While Les continued to own the ass he was fucking, I crossed my legs and stared at the screen.

“Take it all, you cunt,” Les growled.

“Cunt,” the man on my left said with a laugh. “I like that.”

Les continued like a man truly possessed. It seemed he was far from done, and as much as I wanted to watch until the climax, I needed a little relief.

“Alright.” I pushed myself away from the workbench. “I’m out of here. But the next time this happens, someone better come get me.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m dead serious.”

The man who was standing shrugged. “Okay.”

Still in slight shock, but turned on so much that I couldn’t go another moment without pleasing myself, I reluctantly turned toward the door and quietly left the room.

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