Losing herself

"Condom?" Carlos asks.

"No need. A real man deserves to feel how wet he's made me."

His hands then grab my hips, before he drives his entire cock inside of me with one deep, assertive thrust, to which I yelp "Fuck!"

"You're soaking wet, aren't you?"

As I nod, Carlos starts to piston me with hard, powerful strokes.

"Ah... Fuck... Fuck me like a real man." I growl.

Maybe it was out of spite, or just how dirty it felt, but degrading Greg just made me that much more aroused. He probably thought money gave him power over me, but now he's underneath me, still giving me that blank empty stare. A stare that breaks when Carlos hooks an arm around my body and pulls me up. I turn my head and our lips then meet.

His thrusts slow down as his other arm slicks down towards my sex. When his fingers touch my clit, they move in a similar motion to his tongue. Combined with his cock that is somehow hitting my spot just right, I find myself lost in his arms. Our mouths part, allowing mine to let out a tirade of passionate moans. My fake glasses then fall off as my knees go weak. Once again, he has me on the brink, and all I can do is tense up as I moan "Ahhh... I'm gonna cum again."

Right then and there, I fall into another orgasm, closing my eyes as I shudder within his arms. As I catch my breath, I feel Carlos slip out of me. Then I open my eyes, finding Greg where I had left him. In a state of frozen shock. Rather than look at him, I turn to Carlos and say "Still going?"

"Absolutely."

"How about you fuck me on the table?"

"Sounds perfect."

Without further ado, I remove my top and hop on the table, pushing off anything in my way. Once there's enough room, I lay on my back and spread my legs. Carlos moves on top of me, giving me a much better view than before. One of a confident smile, a chiseled chest, and a cock that made stiff by me and me alone. That cock soon enters me once more, so I snare its owner in my limbs.

"Ahh... fuck me Carlos. Fuck me!"

He begins thrusting once more. I'm sure he's giving Greg one hell of a show, but he could've gone to the moon for all I care. I've done my job, and now I'm indulging myself in a better lover. One who has seemingly unlimited stamina dedicated to pleasing me. One who's cock has somehow again managed to hit my spot just right and has his pelvis massaging my clit. One who can push me over the brink, and turn me into a quivering mess.

As I catch my breath, I feel him give one more final thrust, before he floods my channel with his seed. With a smile, I look to him mirroring my expression.

"Now that's how you negotiate." Carlos says.

"And that's how a real man fucks."

"Heh..." Carlos looks at Greg. "Better take notes, old man."