Phone call and a fuck

You pull her to her feet and gesture to her to take her skirt off. She tugs it down, leaning against your credenza, wriggling her ass at you, looking wantonly over her shoulder at you. You stand and step out of your pants, kicking your shoes off, taking off your tie and unbuttoning your shirt as she watches you, biting her lip, her eyes needy.

Grabbing her arm you turn her and push her against your desk, one hand on her throat, her head bending back and panting against your ear. Your cock slides between her thighs, rubbing against her swollen wet pussy lips, as your hand roams over her, squeezing her nipples.

"Time to call Mom," you tell her, and without hesitation she picks up the handset and punches in numbers. You can hear the ringing, and when a voice answers you slowly push into her drenched cunt.

"Mama, Mr. Chandler has his cock in me, he's fucking me, he's fucking me, I'm his whore, I'm his whore, I'm his whore, oh God I'm Mr. Chandler's whore, I love being his whore, I love it, I'm a whore, I let him fuck me like a whore, Oh God Mama I'm a whore," she raves as your cock fills her, pounding into her tight cunt, pushing her hard against the desk.

"He's filling me, he's fucking me, he's going to put a baby in me and I want it, I need it, I'm his whore and I need it, you can tell everyone I'm his whore, I'm his whore, I'M HIS WHORE!" she screams into the mouthpiece as she starts to come, convulsing against you. You take the handset from her and hang up, pounding her against the desk until her spasms slow.

As she gasps, leaning against he desk, you pick her up, still impaled on your cock, and carry her to your couch, throwing her onto her hands and knees, then laying back on the couch behind her. She looks over her shoulder at you, her face wild and wanton. You grab her hips and pull her back against you, rubbing her against your engorged meat, then pulling her back so she lies against your chest. Thrusting roughly into her, you bite her shoulder.

"Oh my God! Oh God I need it, I need it, I want it, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I belong to you, I belong to you, I belong to you," she babbles as she wraps an arm around your neck and drives her hot wet cunt onto your cock. Her bun has come loose, her red hair spilling across you as she writhes, impaling herself with lustful frenzy. You rub her clit hard, pressing against her swollen flesh and she convulses, her breath hot against your face.

"I need it so bad, I need it, Oh God I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I'll do anything you say, anything you want, I have to be yours, I have to be yours, I'll die if I don't, I have to be yours, I'll die if I don't!" Her voice is a half insane rant of lust, her cunt gripping you as it spasms over and over and over. "I'm yours, I'm your possession, I was born to be yours, I was born to be yours, I belong to you, I belong to you, I belong to you!"

As her orgasms subside you slow your thrusts, your hands roaming over her body as she lies back against your chest. She whimpers at your touch, at the slow thrusts of your cock, holding your neck and kissing your face in wanton exhaustion.