Get on the Desk

“Could you…”You stammer out, feeling oddly silly at what you are about to say. “..Get on the desk?”

Claire pushed away from you then, a smile on her lips that was filthier than any porno you had ever seen.

“Aren’t you brave,” She purred as she turned herself around and ever so slowly slide herself down, stomach first, onto the old worn desk that stood in the middle of the room.

You watch her, your eyes locked on her ass, the motion of her bending over pushing her skirt even further up her ass and giving you a clear view of her panties. The thin fabric of her panties marked by a spreading wet spot. You can’t help but wonder if that is the Pastor or her staining them.

“Well?” She asks, looking back her shoulder at you with a question smile.

“Oh, sorry.” You say, suddenly snapping out of your reverie. “Got lost in thought.” You add as way of explanation as you step towards her, pulling your cock free of your clothes as you take position up behind her.

“Oh don’t be sorry,” She replies as you slide your hands over her ass. “How can I be anything but flattered when a man is left dumbfounded by the sight of me?”

As she talks you slides her panties down over her ass, you watch it slowly peel away from her sex. Something about seeing the mess of cum and juices that surround her pink opening only make you more aroused. Although seeing the bead of creamy white seed peeking from between her lips does prompt a question.

“Are you on the pill?” You ask as her panties drop to the floor.

“When I remember to be,” she shoots back as you let your cock slide between her ass cheeks. “Worried about being a daddy?” She asks with a mock tone of concern.

“Ain’t you worried about getting knocked up?” You shoot back as you slowly rock your hips back and forth, slowly working ever closer to the moment you enter her.

“What’s life without a little risk?” She shoots back. Arching her back in the same moment, the tiny extra movement enough to slide your cock that last magical inch.

You feel the head of your cock pressing at her sex, only the tiniest thrust of your hips needed to carry you inside of her.

What little self control you had snaps like a twig in that moment, the sight of her with the Pastor and now her dirty mouth too much for you to bare. Your fingers dig into the meat of her ass as you thrust your hips forward.

The motion carries your cock deep into her, bottoming you out inside of her in a explosion of sensation. The combined effect of her arousal and what the Pastor left behind surrounding your cockc in a unbeleivble feeling of silken wonder.

“Oh fuck!” Claire gasped out as she was pushed forward across the desk. Her fingers curling around the edge of the desk.

For your part you struggle not to cum then and there, your whole mind and body becoming focused on keeping yourself under control as you feel your cock pulsing inside of her. You are almost scared to move, sure that even the tiniest sensation might set you off.

It takes you sometimes, how much you don’t know, but eventually you feel in enough control to begin moving. You relax your grip on her ass and slowly begin to pull yourself out of her. Even this pushes you to the edge, the feeling of the walls of her sex gripping you is nearly too much to take but somehow you manage to begin to slowly thrust into her.

For a moment you feel as if this is actually going pretty well, that is until you glance up and see Claire looking back at you.

“What happened to that first thrust?” She asks you as you slowly slide your cock from her sex. “Scared you will break me?”

“N-no,” you stammer out. Suddenly nervous.

“Well don’t hold back,” she responds with another filthy smile. “Fuck me like the slut I am! Don’t let the Pastor out fuck you!”

You don’t need to be told twice, the thought of being outperformed is more than enough to push your self control that extra mile. With a animal grunt you buck your hips forward hard, the shock sending the items on the desk scattering as Claire gives you a approving coo.

“That’s more like it!” She says as you feel her start to roll her hips back into you.

Your mind empties at that moment, all thoughts of anything beyond the woman in front of you vanishing as you hammer you cock home. Time and time again, the room filling with the sound of your flesh connecting mixing with the creaking of the old desk under the onslaught.

Claire is hardly silent either, letting out a moan of pleasure with every thrust as you bend double over her. Your head nearly level with hers you can hear her panting for breath. The sounds mixed in with the odd demand that you do it harder, faster, deeper.

Your self control only goes so far however and this woman was already putting it to the test.

When the end comes it feels like your whole life is pouring out of you through your cock. You let out a animal groan, burying your face in Clairs hair as your cock bottoms out and begins to pump her full of your seed.

You feel her shaking underneath you, maybe in the throws of her own orgasm but in that moment can only focus on your own pleasure.

Both of your locked together, collapsing onto the desk, a puddle forming between your legs as you both gasp for breath.