When he turned around and saw me standing there in my tiniest panties, I could almost see him salivate. He pulled me close for a passionate kiss, and I returned in kind; massaging up and down his muscular back as I did.
He had to lift me off the ground so that I could reach up to his height, and I liked it. It felt like he could throw me around, and I wanted him to.
I reached down and started undoing his pants. I could already feel his throbbing member waiting for release from beneath. He pulled me away for a second and set me back upon the floor. I giddily slid his pants down and was greeted by his erect beast.
Without a thought, I began to stroke his shaft with my hand. I looked up at him with lust in my eyes as I licked the head. He let out a moan of pleasure, and I couldn’t help myself anymore. I took him into my mouth and began to slide it in and out.
He quivered with delight as I continued my task. I could taste some of his juice coming out of the tip.
“Oh, you are a bad girl,” he said.
I smiled and felt him beginning to tense up. He leaned on my couch to hold himself up and it felt like he was close.
It only took another moment before he exploded in my mouth. Globs of his juice shot down the back of my throat as I could feel him starting to get softer.
“Hey, it’s my turn now, you know,” I said. I pulled off my panties and maneuvered myself to the kitchen counter, opening up my legs to give him a good view. The sight almost instantly made him hard again. I pulled apart my lips to show him how soaked I was, and it made him even more excited.
He kicked off the remains of his clothing and sauntered over to me. With his powerful arms, he grabbed my sides and pulled me in for another kiss. I could feel him lining his member up to my welcoming slit. I was dripping over him while he slid up and down along my opening.
Then with a powerful thrust, he pushed himself into me, opening me up all the way. He filled me up more than I thought possible and still had more to give. I welcomed him in as he inched his way inside. I tensed up with the sensation, wishing it would never end, and hungry for more.
Then he started moving his hips around, tickling my mound with his pelvis. He was the first to work his hips like that, and it felt amazing. Sensations shot through my spine, hitting every nerve along the way.
I moaned in ecstasy, and this only seemed to fuel his desire. He began thrusting, slowly. He was driving me crazy, and he knew it. Then he started thrusting faster and faster; driving his manhood deep inside.
Then he picked me up, holding onto my legs and back. He lifted me and lowered me along his shaft. As he did so, I could feel him flexing inside, pulling me apart just a little more with each thrust.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and collapsed over his shoulder, holding onto his back as best I could. He walked me over to the wall and threw me up against it. Then began driving into me harder, I couldn’t take it anymore, I could feel my muscles starting to tense up as the orgasm started welling up.
Then came the most powerful release I had ever felt. I shivered as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I wasn’t alone, it seemed, I could feel him spurting inside me.
The both of us collapsed on the cool kitchen floor, covered in sweat from head to toe. I threw an arm over Jake and hugged him close.
“Maybe I should call out of work tomorrow,” I said.
4.
“Are you kidding me with this, Angie?!” Martin, my boss, said, with what almost seemed like fire shooting out of his ears.
“Who I keep company at nights is no business of yours,” I replied.
“It matters when that company is a client. What the hell were you thinking? This is going to be all over the papers by tomorrow,” he continued.
I sat there and listened to his objections to my relations with Jake for more than half an hour. Martin always had a way of blowing things way out of proportion, and he always made me laugh a little when he did.
I tried calling out of work this morning, but he said that my presence was mandatory, and he’d send a car over. I don’t think he’s ever sent a car over for anyone, except potential clients.
My phone buzzed, and I received a text message from Jake.
‘Let’s try my place tonight,’ it said.
I hadn’t thought that he’d want to go two nights in a row. But, after a night like that, it’s easy to want to go back for seconds.
“Are we done here, Martin,” I asked.
“We’re done. Just keep in mind that the last agent that dated her client is flipping burgers somewhere, now. I don’t want that to end up with you, things like this always end poorly.”
I stood up and made for the door, then remembered my real goal from last night.
“I might have pulled in another client. He should be in later today. I told him to talk to you if I were unavailable.”