Oh fuck....mmmm, please don’t stop, it’s so fucking wet...”
“You dirty little thing, getting fucked in your ass makes you so hot, doesn’t it?”
She was soaring towards her climax, her legs weak as he held her waist tightly; thrusting into her tender, raw anus like a piston.
“Fuck yeah, baby; I love your cock in me...feels so good when you shoot your cum up my sore little ass...”
Shit.
He had to pull out of her delicious ass or his plan would be for nothing. She was in a frenzy now, as his fingers worked her clit furiously, and it was the only time she’d be distracted.
She was tugging on her jutting nipples as he massaged her juicy clit; hungry for the relief of an orgasm.
“Ohh, shit baby....I can’t help it, please!”
He could feel her pulling away from his touch, desperate to stave off her orgasm until he gave the say-so. He rolled her fat clit around in his fingers, eliciting yelps of tormented pleasure from her.
She had suffered long enough, he decided. And his own cock was ready to burst; any more of her gyrating and squeezing and he would be over the edge.
“Cum all over my fingers, you dirty little nympho...let me feel you cum...”
It was the order she’d been aching to hear; and she was well overdue.
“Fuuuuuuck! Ohhh shit...!”
She crushed her pelvis into his firm grip, grinding herself against his hand; he felt her asshole contract tightly around his tool and a flood of her juices poured out, drenching his hand and trickling down her thighs.
He slid his throbbing dick out of her and stood over her as she lay exhausted on the desk, dazed by the final moments of her long awaited orgasm.
His cock was ready to explode; he’d been hard since he took her over his knee and it was high time he get some relief too.
Standing over her, he grabbed his cock and aimed it at her rosy, red ass.
He wanted her to remember who it belonged to.
A few quick strokes of his thick cock and he could feel it welling up; he slapped his tool on her sweaty ass crack and felt the familiar tingle in his balls as his cock began to bounce around; there was no holding back now.
The sensation was bubbling over, and he could feel the first drops of jizz squirting out.
Spurts of sticky cream covered her crimson ass and tartan skirt as he shook his erupting cock over her backside, covering her scorched cheeks, back and ass crack with a deluge of liquid. The back of her skirt was gooey and he could see it dribbling down her inner thighs, sticking to the tops of her lace stockings.
Mission accomplished, he thought mischievously.
She was still; crouched over the desk trying to catch her breath and recuperate from the dizzying orgasm. She could feel the thick droplets running down her thighs and soaking the waistband of her skirt, but had no strength to react.
She took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself before returning to the chair
“Owwww..shit that’s tender!”
She had almost forgotten how savage a spanking she had taken, but attempting to sit was a startling reminder.
“What the fuck did you do to me?”
She was coherent now, and could feel the sticky liquid splattered across her backside and smeared into her skirt.
“Jesus, you fucking covered me!”
“Missed that, did you? Guess you were distracted. You should pay attention next time.”
“Aw, shit...I don’t even have a change of clothes here anymore! I took my stuff home to do laundry!”
She was looking around the office, hoping to find a fitting change of clothes. She glanced at him long enough to see the devious grin cross his lips, and knew immediately he had planned this with that in mind.
“I know,” he chuckled, “I was here last week when you took it home!”
She stared at him for a moment before cracking a smile; it was a pretty sneaky trick on his part and she had to appreciate that.
“You asshole! You knew I’d have to wear this home. It’s almost 10pm, where am I gonna get clean clothes?”
She had to admit; it was well planned and at least a little bit funny, but if her husband saw her walk in the door like this he was going to have a fit. How was she going to explain it?
He grinned and tossed his hands in the air, stifling a hearty laugh at her misfortune.
“Say you were auditioning,” he offered sarcastically “for a foreign film.”
“It’s not funny,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to suppress her own giggles, “well; I guess it is a little!”
She walked towards him; still nude from the waist up, her heavy breasts flushed from the intense workout.
She reached her hands around his waist and looked up at him, a look of contentment about her, despite her lack of clean clothing.
“I guess you had to mark your territory.”