In a swift motion, Brad had turned Elise around, and he was kissing her neck while mauling her boobs before he pushed her forward against the couch and took hold of Elise's leggings and thong and pulled them down to her ankles. He then got on his knees and started to vigorously eat out her ass and pussy from behind. Elise reached one hand down to unhook her foot from the ankle binding but lost her balance and fell forward onto the couch in a rather awkward position. They got rearranged, with Elise on her back, completely naked and knees next to her ears, and Brad munching and fingering her perfect pussy. Elise's top three pussy eaters were Kevin, Emily, and Vincent, with Ryan in a strong fourth place, but Brad's performance could easily get him into the top three if he kept this up.
Brad, who knew nothing about his chances for a bronze, just kept up focusing on providing as much pleasure to his employee and savior of the day. With relentless gusto and commitment, he was determined to get her off at least twice before he would let her go. Elise was completely lost in pleasure, rambling utter nonsense among moans, before she entered a silent scream as the first orgasm hit her like a truck. She nearly blacked out and tried to close her legs to handle the explosions in her nerve endings, but Brad would only give her clit a breather, as he continued his assault on her pussy with full force.
Elise felt the wave subside a little bit, before it was again building deep in her guts. She did not notice that Brad, while having his tongue buried in her pussy, managed to shed all his clothes except his t-shirt, nor that his dick was starting to become, yet again, a steel rod of life-giving force. She did, however, notice when Brad inserted first one, then two fingers into her ass and started to slowly twist and work them in and out. The pain was tangible, but not that bad. Pussy juice and girl-cum is not the optimal lubricant, but much better than none.
"Get the lube from my handbag," she managed to say between pleasure moans.
Brad lifted his face from her crotch for long enough to locate the handbag conveniently placed at the foot end of the couch. He reached for it with his foot and handed it to Elise, who swiftly produced a handy bottle of lube and gave it to Brad. He took out his fingers from her ass, removed his t-shirt and started to lube up her asshole and his cock. Elise watched him in action and bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Brad started to grind his cock against her clit, just like last time, and with a vaguely determined orientation of his cock, he placed it against her pussy - just like last time - and looked into her eyes as he penetrated her pussy once again. They both moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper, and once fully inside they locked in a hot kiss. After a few moments, Brad lifted his head and started some small rocking movements.
"So, I was thinking that I should warm up a little bit in here first, just like jerking off, you know, so it's not actually sex. Besides, I've heard somewhere that it's only the first load that contains actual sperm, so it can't really be sex with the second load, because you can't get pregnant."
Brad had thought well and hard about possible loopholes to Elise's rules, but he could see in her eyes that she was not entirely convinced, so he quickly back tracked a bit. "But, as I said, it's just a little jerking off warm up, so it's not a big deal anyways," he continued, while keeping up his strokes.
He then started kissing her again, and at the same time did ten rapid thrusts before pulling out and getting up on his knees. He put some more lube on her asshole, then placed his tip against her tight entrance. Elise held her legs as far back and out as she could, and when Brad entered her ass, they both groaned in utter pleasure.
On the first penetration he got one third of his cock inside her. He withdrew slowly and added some more lube before giving it a second go. While holding each other's gaze, Brad laid his weight behind the push and Elise relaxed as much as she could. She was tighter this time, since she had not used her plug first, but as she had come to learn from her other anal adventures, slow and steady wins the race.
"Yes, baby, that's it. Nice and slow, all the way inside me," she said, encouraging Brad to keep pushing. The endearment was not lost on Brad, who kept up the pressure, determined to bottom out in this S-tier ass. "You have such a big cock. Ooh, that's deep. You're going to split me in two with that spear. So hard, so strong. Keep pushing, baby," she kept on, before reaching up to caress his hair and face.
The penetration felt unreal to Brad. Elise's ass was unbelievably tight around his member and it felt like he was going to snap if he made any sudden movements. He started with some very subtle sawing movements, and by a fraction of an inch he got deeper with each thrust, until he could feel himself being buried to the hilt in Elise's glorious butt.
"Finally!" he exclaimed in a whisper, before he lowered his head and their lips and tongues met in a ferocious kiss, during which he increased his rocking.
"That's it, baby! Aah, yes. You're fucking my ass again. Oh, so deep. You like that, huh? You like fucking my tight asshole? Ah, yes! Right here in the office. Oh, shit, that's deep. Keep fucking me," Elise chanted, along with several other curses and moans.
Brad delivered. His thrusts were becoming deeper and stronger, egged on by her words and moans. He pulled all the way out, accompanied by lusty groans from both of them, and added even more lube, before entering once more, and this time he did not stop before their pelvic bones collided.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Make me take your fucking log!" Elise cheered Brad on as he built up a steady rhythm, pummeling her tight backdoor. He wanted to savor this moment, but she was too damn hot and sexy, and the words coming out of her mouth spurred him on, giving him no choice but to accommodate her orders. He increased both the speed and the reach of his thrusts, pushing forth a delicious moan and profanity from Elise every time he bottomed out. He kissed her mouth, he kissed her neck, he pinched a nipple, all the while pistoning in and out of her asshole.
Brad was used to working out and had stamina for a lot, but the toll of the day's happenings, in combination with the cardio extravaganza that was fucking Elise's rectum, made even him tired. Through gritted teeth and a solemn determination he kept up the pace for another fifteen strokes, before he collapsed on top of Elise. She gasped and breathed heavily from the rough pounding she had just received, but soon she would caress him, from the back of his head all the way down to his glutes.
"I want you to cum for me," she whispered, as they lay there in a tight embrace. "I want to look into your eyes as you dump your load deep in my ass," she continued, while kissing his ear and the side of his head. "I want," she lifted his head so they could see each other. "No, I need to experience your power as you impale me on your superior rod and fill me with your seed," she said before kissing him deeply and urging him to continue.
There they laid, on top of each other on a couch in a missionary position, completely naked, kissing and giggling among mutual groans and moans. The situation was far more intimate and tender than that of mere colleagues having a sudden romp. Brad was falling hard for this vixen, and Elise was smitten by the passion she saw in Brad's eyes. She cared for him, but she would not admit to being in love.
Lovely - a word that would sum up the scenery to any bystander. The only thing breaking up the puffy, pink clouds was Elise's dirty talk that would put any old sailor to shame, as Brad's penis resumed its ramming of her anal cavity. They kept on increasing the pace, and when Brad's second load of the day filled her ass, they both cried out in ecstasy and hugged in a tight embrace. They stayed like that for a whole minute, Brad panting and claiming this to have been the orgasm of the century and Elise all the while stroking his hair lovingly, before her legs started to cramp, and Brad released her from the confines of a contortionist.
They dislodged and cleaned up as best they could, even though the workout had left them sweaty and exhausted. Elise checked her phone and saw that Kevin had okayed her message and told her he was heading over to Shawn's and Matt's place and that she could come there when she was done working. This would give her a chance to actually get cleaned up before meeting her boyfriend.
As they were leaving, Brad grabbed hold of Elise and held her close through a tender kiss.
"Thank you for everything," he said, as the kiss ended. "Not just for the mind blowing sex, but for being such a pillar of support through thick and thin. You are a perfect companion, and I hope that Kevin knows how lucky he is."
"That's sweet, baby, thank you. I think you're wrong, though. I'm the one who's lucky to have him. And, just for the record - we didn't have sex, just some sexy fun," she said, before they left Brad's office and walked through the now abandoned floor.
Outside, they hugged each other farewell, and Elise headed over to Emily's place since it was closer to Shawn's and Matt's, and she needed to talk through these new developments with Emily anyways, as well as getting new underwear and probably fresh everything. She could feel Brad's residue seeping out of her ass and her sweaty, sticky thong grinding against her clit, getting her slowly worked up again.
