When she opened the door she could tell that something was wrong, but he didn't say a word. She closed the door and tossed her keys onto the entryway table. Before she could ask what was wrong he embraced her, seeking out her neck and waist. His mouth enveloped hers as he hungrily kissed her. His left hand gripped her neck as he rested his forehead against her own.
"Open your legs," he breathed. When she parted her lips to reply his hold tightened. His eyes focused upon hers. "Open," he ordered, "your legs." She did as she was told and felt the hand around her neck squeeze and release approvingly. "Good girl." Her body responded to his praise and her pussy throbbed to the quickening beat of her heart. He reached between her legs and pinched the growing thickness of her labia; he could feel the heat of her sex through the pants that she wore. "You like it when I touch you like this..." She nodded as his finger continued to pinch and slightly twist her sensitive skin. "Tell me."
"Yes," she whispered. There was an animalistic gleam in his eyes and she felt herself relax into his grasp. She acquiesced willingly. Whatever was bothering him he wanted to fuck it out. She pawed at his shoulder. "My pussy is getting wet..." And it was.
He clutched her neck and labia at the same time. "Yes...my good girl has such a little wet pussy - such a tight pussy." He kissed her deeply as he used his entire hand to cup and squeeze her sex. "Unbutton your top." As she did she felt a cool emptiness between her legs as he removed his hand to stroke himself through his pants. He sighed heavily as her breasts came into view. "Did you wear it all day?" he asked of the lace bra she wore. She nodded. "I bet all of the men in your office wanted to fuck you today. I know I would. My cock would be rock hard all day." She reached out and slowly stroked the searingly warm outline of his cock. He moved his hand to her breasts and lightly touched the lace covering her nipples and watched them harden.
"My pussy doesn't belong to anyone in my office," she purred, brushing her lips upon his. He pinched her nipple and rolled it and the lace between the pads of his fingers. "Nnngh..."
"Who does it belong to?" She answered him with a taunting look. He tilted his head. "Who does your pussy belong to?" She heard the smack of the spank long before she felt the burn of it.
"You," she almost pouted, her hands still stroking him through his pants.
He swiftly removed her hand from his erection and seized her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" Her eyes sparkled and sucked his thumb into her mouth. "Do I have to remind you?" She shook her head without breaking her gaze. "Take off your pants - keep sucking." She did as she was told. He moved her, still suckling his thumb, to the back of the couch. "Sit down and spread your legs - all of the way - open up for me." He took in the view of her open and waiting for him. "Yes yes yes...oh look at that sweet..." he ran his fingers over the fabric of her underwear, "oooh, so wet." He pulled her into him and kissed the crook of her neck, then gently bit at her scented skin. "So wet for me..." She felt his thumb rub lazy circles through her underwear - the slowness was excruciating. All she could do was pant. She loved what he was able to do to her. "Tell me, baby - it feels good doesn't it?" Her hips bucked and he held fast. "No no - don't move. Let me - I want to hear you say it." She groaned as he pulled the fabric of her underwear aside. "Is this why you wear panties like this? So I can pull them aside and slip my fingers inside of you?" His fingers slid along the length of her swollen slit. "So I can fuck you?"
"Yeeesss..." she moaned, "...please..."
He kissed her and slid the length of two fingers into her. Her cunny was creamy hot and so smooth...so soft. He watched her face. "Please what?" He began to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of her.
"Please..."
He suddenly stopped and she opened her mouth to protest. He brought his slick fingers to her lips. "Taste yourself," he ordered as she obeyed. "Good girls ask to be fucked." The feel of her tongue twisting over his fingers made his balls ache. "Are you a good girl?"
