A little roleplay

She dragged herself onto the bed, laying face down with her legs spread, beckoning me over. Her skin shone with perspiration, her hair was tangled and damp with sweat. She looked utterly spent—yet still so radiant I could barely stand to gaze into her light.

"Come here," she purred, her hands moving to her ass, spreading herself even more for me, letting me see every part of her. "Don't you want to see what would have happened if you didn't came in time? You can be the server, and we can pretend this is the spot he was so close to bringing me to."

Her words stirred a fire within me, one that burned hotter than ever before. I climbed onto my feet, walking towards her, my cock painfully erect. But before I could reach her, her leg shot up, pushing me away, a wicked grin on her face. I looked at her, puzzled.

"Not like this," she said, shaking her head slightly, her smile never wavering from her lips as she stretched out languidly on the bed. "I want you to really get in the role." Her voice was low, husky with desire as she spoke each word carefully, seductively.

I nodded obediently, too far gone to do anything but accept any requests that might come out of her sweet lips.

"I have the recipe for the tiramisu right here, miss, but I'm afraid my boss would fire me if he found out that I let a customer see it. It's a company secret."

"Oh my," she purred, "I would hate to make you lose your job. But if you are willing to get into so much trouble for me, perhaps I could show you a little... appreciation?"

Her hand ran under her, over the smooth skin of her belly, down between her spread legs, parting her folds with a wet squelch. She sighed as she stroked herself lazily, her fingertips grazing her clit, her eyes staring into mine.

I gulped hard. "And what did you have in mind, miss?"

She giggled softly, her finger disappearing inside her briefly before emerging again, glistening wetly in the dim light.

"Maybe you pass me that recipe, and I let you fuck me until I memorize it? I'm a slow reader though, so I guess you can really take your time with me." Her hips twitched forward, grinding herself against her finger, her breath hitching slightly at the sensation.

My mouth felt impossibly dry. "But what about your boyfriend, miss?"

"Oh don't worry about him," she waved off, still circling her clit, "He won't mind. In fact, why don't you invite your coworkers too, and we can all have some real fun in here?"

My cock strained harder at that, and I swallowed hard. The idea of sharing her with another man was enough to make my blood boil with jealousy—but the thought of multiple men, perhaps the entire crew using her, passing her around like some common toy...

"Fuck," I hissed through clenched teeth.

She giggled again, clearly enjoying my discomfort as she watched my face carefully for signs of anger or distress—signs which she undoubtedly saw as a victory over my twisted fantasies. Her fingers worked faster now, plunging into her depths before withdrawing to stroke over her clit again and again until I could see wetness trickling down onto the sheets beneath her.

"Come here then," she said, beckoning me closer with a crooked finger, "And give me that recipe."

I crawled up the bed to her, kneeling behind her parted thighs, my cock heavy between my legs, throbbing painfully with need. Her hand reached out, grasping my shaft, guiding it towards her dripping entrance.

"Go on," she whispered as she pressed the tip against her opening, "Fuck me like I'm nothing but a slut. Use me while my boyfriend jacks himself off out there, waiting for you to be done with me. Break my pussy so he never gets his turn ever again."

I pushed into her, feeling her body resist momentarily before yielding completely and allowing me full access. The sensation was overwhelming; it felt like coming home after a long day out; like sinking into a warm bath in the middle of winter. She moaned softly beneath me, her hips moving backwards to meet mine, urging me deeper inside until every inch of me was buried within her warmth.

"Yes!" she cried out as I began to move within her, my hips rocking back and forth rhythmically, our bodies finding an easy rythmn, "Fuck me! Take me!"

I leaned over her, covering her smaller frame with mine, my hand reaching around to cup her breasts as I fucked her. She grinded herself into me, but I could not bear to take her hard, not this time, my thrusts slow and measured despite her urging me to go faster.

"Oh, you like it slow?" she asked teasingly between pants, "You like feeling every inch of your cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy? Do you think he would have too? Or would they take turns using me, and maybe I suck one off while the others filled my holes?"

Her words stoked something inside me, igniting an inferno of lust deep within my core, burning away any self-restraint or restraint I might have possessed before now. My hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as I drove myself deeper inside of her, harder and harder with each stroke.

"Oh fuck, that feels good!" she gasped out loudly beneath me, "That's more like it!"

I slammed into her again and again, pounding her pussy with savage **** until I was slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her pussy clenched down around me, squeezing my cock obscenely as she continued moaning out obscenities, having returned to her role.

"Yes, yes, yes. Fill me up. Send me back out with your cum dripping down my legs. Oh fuck, I want him to taste it. I want him to lick you out of me and suck it all up."

The image of me licking a stranger's cum from deep inside her sent shivers of thrill and disgust through my body, and I fucked her even harder, **** for release.

"Can I come?" I gasped, feeling the familiar pressure building low in my groin.

She nodded frantically beneath me. "Yes! Keep fucking me! But cum inside my mouth!"

With one last mighty effort, I pulled myself out of her just before I exploded, spinning her around and thrusting myself into her open mouth. My head swam as I emptied myself into her, filling her throat with spurt after thick spurt of hot semen. She did not swallow, letting the fluid build up in her mouth until it spilled over.

I watched with fascination as she slowly got up, her head tilted to keep as much of it as possible as she approached me.

"Mmmh!" She beckoned, and I obeyed without thinking, pressing my lips against hers as our mouths locked together, sharing the bittersweet mixture of our pleasure. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue lapping at mine hungrily as she fed me back my seed, the salty tang coating both our tongues.

Finally spent, I pulled away from her, gasping for air, my heart racing wildly, lines of drool and cum connecting us still.

She smiled mischievously at me, licking her lips. "Just a taste of what would have happened after he was done, Joonie."