After she quit her job because of the talk, and the veiled threats on the shop floor, Molly couldn't just give up her love for Jimmy, her former boss. They had spent other nights together after their first time in the conference room and each time seemed to be better than the last. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. She lay awake nights thinking of him, remembering his touch, reliving the feel of him buried in her demanding body. She wasn't sure if it was a matter of wanting the hot, lusty sex they had shared or if it was true love. Frankly, she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him again. Needed to see his face, the love in his eyes, feel his touch on her body.
This was insane. She was still a married woman, he was a married man. It was true she had started divorce proceedings, but the final decree was a ways off. He had done nothing of the kind. She had become his mistress, plain and simple, and she didn't mind that. She hadn't yet met up with his wife, and frankly didn't want to. From the way he had described her she could be a problem. Big problem, maybe. One she didn't want to deal with just now. All she wanted was for him to make her climax again, and again, and again, just like he did before. It was something her drunken husband had been unable to do, despite being hung like a horse. The man was useless in bed. Jimmy could go at her for only a short time and make her climax until she ran out of breath, make her mind scream out in lust for him. God, she wanted him bad.
Desperate for him, she had called him at work and they talked on the phone for much too long. Molly tried to get Jimmy to let his assistant take over his duties long enough for him to come to her house. In her sexiest voice she had described the baby-doll nighties she wore, or that she was naked and thinking about him in the nastiest kind of way, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted from him. He would have none of it. He couldn't leave work. It was his job to run the place, not his assistant's. He thought he was dedicated. It didn't occur to him that while he was on the phone with her, the assistant was doing his job, and everyone knew it. The talk continued as though she were still there.
Molly put on a pair of jeans and a frilly blouse, not wanting to call attention to herself if a neighbor should be watching, left her car around the block, walked to his door, and casually rang his doorbell, her heart pounding in her chest. It was early morning and she knew his wife would be at work. They had all the time they needed. She could feel the wetness beginning between her legs even before he opened the door.
His dark hair was tousled, he wore a T-shirt and pair of jeans that looked like he had just thrown them on to answer the door. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed. He looked so sexy that way, Molly wanted to fuck him right there on the front step, screw what the neighbors thought.
Twenty minutes later Molly was sitting on his hips, his beautiful cock rammed to the hilt in her warm pussy while she moaned out the first of what she knew would be many orgasms. Jimmy's hands cupped her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples throb in his palms while she rocked back and forth on his hard prick. He loved the look on her face when she climaxed, that look of exquisite lust. He felt like a man again when he was with her. She seemed to truly enjoy the way they made love, not like his wife who only seemed to endure the ordeal. Molly liked sex, and she made sure he knew it.
"Come here," he ordered, pulling her hips toward his head, "I want to taste you."
She crawled up his body, tucking her shapely legs under his shoulders and lowered her dripping cunt onto his mouth. Red faced, she smiled a weird kind of smile as his tongue flicked at her clit. Her body trembled at his gentle touch and she purred like a contented kitten.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned as his tongue drove deep into her lucious mound, sucking the warm juices from her throbbing cunt. Her fingers gripped the rail of the bed's headboard to keep herself steady while she ground her hips onto his face.
Molly grasped his head between her hands, pulling his mouth closer to her hungry nest. Again her body stiffened with another orgasm, and then another. She shuddered uncontrollably as the spasms of ecstasy tore through her. Again and again she climaxed, the waves of pleasure rolling from her overheated pussy to her brain and down to her curling toes while his tongue did its magic on her. Just when she thought she couldn't climax any more, another wave tore through her pussy and she shrieked in ecstasy. Suddenly, he pushed at her hips. Molly rose off of him and struggled, weak legged, to turn around, again lowering her wet mound onto his tongue while she wrapped her arms around his legs and bent to engulf his throbbing cock in her warm mouth. With one hand she stroked his slippery cock while her tongue licked at the tiny opening. She could feel him moan at her ministrations, felt the vibrations on her clitoris. His mouth covered her slit as he sucked the sweet juices from her writhing body, his tongue dancing at her hardened pleasure bud. Molly rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself onto the mouth that gave her such exquisite pleasure. Her breasts rubbed across his legs as she moved, the friction hardening her nipples. She felt his hips begin to rise, thrusting his throbbing member further into her sucking mouth, retreating, thrusting again, deeper, fucking her mouth, probing for her throat. Molly groaned as Jimmy's smooth pole found its way into her tender throat. She followed his hips, holding his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue licking at his ball sack. She could feel his tongue buried deep in her vagina as though he were trying to lick at her womb. Once again the stars began to explode in her head while wave after wave of orgasms coursed through her pleasure wracked body.
Jimmy's thrusts began to increase, and Molly knew he was about to climax, wanted him to, wanted to feel him explode inside her. His cock swelled, throbbing harder now and he thrust deep into her sucking mouth, one hand pushing at her head, urging her to take him deeper while the other pulled at the small of her back, pulling her musky pussy ever tighter onto his mouth. His explosion began, the thick liquid spurting deep into her sucking throat. Molly backed away, despite his pressure on her head, wanting to taste his cum, to savor this offering to her body. His thrusting became more violent now as he emptied himself into her willing mouth, his fingers gripping her firm ass cheek, the other filled with her sweat-wetted hair. Molly's legs splayed open further, her back arched, the full weight of her lower body resting on Jimmy's face, his tongue licking at the walls of her vaginal cavity as she climaxed yet again, filling his mouth with her sweet essence.
The two lay together as they were for several minutes, Molly sucking happily on his slowly deflating cock, while Jimmy continued to lick at his lover's thoroughly soaked vagina, touching her clit often, eliciting a squeal from her as a dozen mini-orgasms erupted from her pleasure soaked body.
"Damn, that was good," he said quietly, as if her pussy would actually answer him back, thanking him for all of his work.
"Yes it was," agreed Molly, "I've never climaxed so hard, or so often." At least that's what he thought she said. It was hard to tell with her mouth still filled with his cock. "How long do you think before we can do it again?"
"It depends on how long you want to keep doing that," he replied stroking her head again while she continued to suck gently at the head of his pole.
"Mmmm," she replied, sucking him fully into her mouth again with an exaggerated slurp.
"That's nice," he breathed, thrusting his hips gently toward her. "Only this time I want to put it here," he said, flicking his tongue between the folds of her cunt.
"Mmmmm. Please do," she replied, "I'd like that. A lot." Her mouth engulfed him again, tongue running the length of his hardening member, her teeth just grazing the shaft, teasing the inflating thing in her warm oral cavity, her fingers teasing his sack. "Nice and hard," she murmured, "Nice and hard for my pussy. That's where you want to go, isn't it? Deep inside my nice warm, wet, cunt," she said, kissing the tip, stroking the smooth shaft with her fingers.
