Please Sir!

"Please sir! Don't stop!" Elizabeth blurted out. Jeff grinned wider, and thrusted hard enough to touch her cervix. "That's what I want to hear!" He pounded into her as she repeated over and over, like a mantra, "fuck me sir, fuck me sir, fuck me sir!" Her mewls and moans mixed together into something like a fever chant as her husband slammed into her over and over again.

She lost track of how many times she came. She didn't even remember the last 20 minutes, but she knew it had been the best sex of her life. When she felt herself regain control of her arms and legs, she was on the bed, bent into a ball shape. Her knees tucked to her chest, ass and pussy propped into the air, arms splayed across the sheets. She could feel her husband's cum dripping down her legs.

Her new phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked at it with surprise. Had she been holding this the whole time?

"Who is it?" Her husband called from the bathroom.

"It's my... sister." She called, hesitation in her voice for a second.

"What did she say?"

She read the message. "It looks like she needs me to come in really early on Monday. That's all."

Jeff stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and chuckled as he saw what position she was still in, her slit facing him, high in the air. "You looking for another round honey? I figured you'd had enough."

"I don't know either, but I'm not complaining." Her husband slapped her naked ass as she passed him into the bathroom. "I really liked that bit about calling me 'sir'."

She felt a small shudder at the slap, and realized she -was- ready to go again if he'd pressed it. "What's gotten into me today?" she asked herself. Louder, she called back, "Well don't get used to it!"