She grabs my neck tie and pulls me toward her face. Leaning forward, pushing her back onto the desk, I'm hiking up her skirt. Feel the rough, cool nylon against my hands. This woman is unbelievable! She's just what I've always fucking wanted: a twig who can take it. My hands slide her panties over her nylon stockings and I can smell her pussy.
Every day it's been like this. The woman's wild, and oversexed. My office, her office, the men's bathroom after work. My face is still sore from yesterday when I was working her cunt with my tongue underneath her desk. (It's an interesting experience. I've had the reverse -- chick beneath my desk sucking my cock on a conference call. But she was meeting with clients!)
Right now, in the late-day darkness, with only the lamp on, I can feel the way her pussy opens. Our lips locked in lust, I take her around the tiny waist and pull her toward me. Her panties slide back up her thighs and I pull away, panties in hand. I rip them over her heels and hold them to my face. Inhale deeply. Her ass has been in these flimsy things all day. Touching it, rubbing against it. Like my hard cock is about to.
While I'm taking a deep breath of her panties, she unfastens my belt and pulls it out of the loop. Her hand, less searching for my zipper, more interested in my cock. Seems that's all she's interested in. No skin off my ass.
The zipper comes down, her hand goes in. I toss the thin fabric that loves her pussy and ass almost as much as I do over my shoulder and rip her blouse open. Buttons fly everywhere.
"You asshole!"
"You're a woman. You can fix it."
She smacks me on the chest with the full force of her palm. "Fuck you!"
"That's the idea."
She only wears front-clasping bras. She's fucking amazing. And now her tiny titties are right under my hands and I can feel her hard, perky nipples in my palms. I mash the fuck out of those suckers, grabbing as much flesh as I can, pinching the nipples and twisting.
"Jackass! Watch it!" She acts hurt, but I can see the fucking lust in her eyes. We glare at each other, breathing hard. She smiles. "Choke me." I wrap my hand around her throat and push her down on the desk. She makes those cute gargling noises I love, and she's moving her hand over her pussy mound. I want in there so bad, but I've got a problem with the ol' boxers. Namely -- they're there.
With one hand, I unbutton and shove my pants down around my ankles. Distracted by this action, I loosen my grip on her throat. She groans and grabs my wrist. I squeeze with my hand as my pants and boxers drop around my knees.
"I am gonna fuck the shit out of you, you wet little whore!"
"You wish, pencil dick," she rasps.
I slide my cock between her pussy lips, nudging the tip of my dick against the tip of her clit. (The bitch has an amazing clit: huge and sensitive. It's almost as big as her nipples!) I ride the underside of my dick over the slut's whorish clitty. Squeeze tighter with my hand around her throat.
