Double Dare(66)

And the girl just smiled demurely at me, her pink lips sucking my cock still, wiggling her ass in reply. Oh fuck, it was so good that my hips shifted involuntarily, the tickles of her tongue, the incredible suction of her cheeks so strong, so powerful that I was ready to come in record-breaking time.

And the girl worked it like a pro. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled, her little hand going down to squeeze my balls slightly, massage them before wandering further still and stroking my perineum, that sensitive spot between my balls and ass.

My eyes flew open.

“Careful there,” I growled. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

But the girl merely smiled around my penis again and let her fingers stroke backwards all the way to my asshole. With a grunt and a heave, her finger penetrated my back hole, that little digit working its way into my anus.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I gasped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

But the girl didn’t let up, instead moving her finger in and out, then in circles before slipping a second finger in as if stretching me out, scissoring her digits to loosen my anal walls. All this time I was groaning in my desk chair, my big body tilted backwards to give her better access, my butt at the edge of the chair, pants down around my ankles as she sucked my dick and massaged my prostate.

“Fuck you are an expert aren’t you?” I groaned, dark streaks slashed across my cheeks, chest and abs tight. “Fuck, what a butt slut.”

And the girl merely smiled at me coyly again, her mouth stuffed full with dick, increasing the pressure of her fingers, sucking harder and harder, mixing her strokes with incredible mewling sounds, as if she couldn’t get enough of my dick.

My balls rose, tightened and I felt the beginning of a geyser erupting deep inside. But before it spurted, I changed course. I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head off my cock, the brunette choking and coughing at the surprise, hacking a bit as my penis reappeared from between her lips, slickly wet from a mixture of saliva and cum. Her fingers were still buried in my butt and it was enough to send me off. Like a fucking fountain, I erupted, coating her face in a sticky mixture of jism, my sperm erupting in stream after stream of hot white, spurting into her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, dripping down to the tops of her breasts.

And like a whore, the girl opened her mouth, holding her tongue out to catch as much as possible, smacking her lips like a dirty slut, almost as if she were bobbing for apples, going in again and again for the good stuff. It was so fucking nasty, so fucking wrong that my orgasm went on for twice as long as usual, unloading every single sperm onto her face and chest, the brunette lapping it up like it was ambrosia, the best stuff on Earth.

Meanwhile, her finger hadn’t stopped its stroking in my ass. She kept massaging my male g-spot, prolonging the sensation, making my big body writhe and twist in the chair until finally I was utterly spent, every drop drained dry, milked until the tanks were empty. Only then did the brunette pull back, slowly wiping her lips with one hand, blearily blinking through the mess of cum coating her lashes as she popped her finger out of my ass.

I expected her to do something dirty sure, like rub that finger on her tits, maybe massage her pussy a little. But she was a winner and instead held it up to her lips, sampling my musky ass taste before sucking it, eyes closing as she enjoyed the taste of a man’s butt.

“Mmm,” she moaned, incoherent with lust. “Fuck, man meat is good,” she winked at me coyly.

And just like that, I was diamond-hard again, ready to take, to fuck, to mark this girl all over again.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Tammy




The next day I showed up at work again, dressed in my second-best outfit. This one was a little less professional, it was a swishy dress in a floral fabric, knee-length with a bodice that hugged my boobs. I put on a pair of high-heeled Mary Janes, the overall effect innocent and sweet with just a bit of saucy.

Sliding into my cubicle at work, I wondered if anyone noticed. After all, I’d fucked the boss yesterday in his office, my moans loud and hard, my body shaking with lust as explosion after explosion overtook me. But the only person who probably noticed was Jeanette. Not that I wanted her to, there was just no other way since she was basically a sentinel stationed outside his office.

And yesterday she’d eyed me suspiciously as I’d waltzed out of Mr. Martin’s office with my head high, my cheeks slightly red although I’d done my best to clean up. My dress still had the coffee stain but my skin was scrubbed clean after the facial. I’d slowly wiped off Nick’s jism with a wet towel in the private bathroom, sensuously running the rough terry cloth over my nipples, my lips, stroking my breasts as I cleaned up the last of his semen.