Bent over the desk

You directed Monica to bend over the front desk. She complied, ripped off her panties, and presented her spectacular, tan ass to you before before you even finished talking. She breathed fast and heavy putting her whole body into it. Then she peaked at her over shoulder with an expression of utter helplessness and desperation.

"Will you please fuck me now?" she pleaded. Your answer was to take out your diamond hard cock and line up behind her. When Monica saw it, she started bouncing up and down and squealing with joy. You can't remember seeing a happier woman in your entire life and it was a bit startling. Even now, you suspected she was still uncontrollable and only agreed to cooperate with you, but you weren't about to let a pussy like hers go unfucked.

You pressed the tip of your cock into her entrance but Monica didn't wait for you to begin. Instead she slammed her ass backward and howled with overwhelming arousal. Immediately she started humping your cock back and forth while she stared at you over her naked shoulder, her eyes wild with lust. At the same time, she was giving you a huge, dopey looking smile with her tongue hanging out of her open, drooling mouth. It would have been off putting if she wasn't already so unbelievably hot.

Her pussy was so soft and tight, as tight as a virgin, but you knew from talking with Diane that she had been married. The way her ass slapped against your naked hips sounded delightful and it jiggled hypnotically with every thrust. However, in contrast to her wild attitude, the fucking she gave was practiced and deliberate. She felt like she could keep her kegel muscles clenched for days, and the way she twisted her hips with every thrust told you she was very skilled in bed. Turning into a frenzied nympho had just obliterated her inhibitions.

You just held on to the desk and enjoyed her for a few minutes, wondering when the dream was going to end. There was no way a guy like you could ever score with a minx this far out of your league (Diane notwithstanding: she was the perfect woman in your eyes, and before she left for college you were this close to getting serious with her). Eventually you snapped back to reality and remembered the only reason why this Spanish supermodel was even giving you the time of day was because she literally couldn't help herself.

You finally decided to actively participate and grabbed her by the hips. Monica's smile got even bigger and dopeyer after that and she giggled like and airheaded bimbo. You pinned her against the desk and **** her to lie down then started jackhammering her pussy. She screamed and babbled incoherently: the only words you could make out were variations of "fuck me," imagine that.

"FUCK ME! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME! I NEED TO BE FUCKED!" and so on and so forth.

Somehow she still wasn't nearly naked enough despite wearing only half of a dress. It was backless and was nearly torn in two at the bottom now that the skirt part was gone, so you grabbed the material and finished the job. She laughed and screamed like a maniac when the material fell away leaving her small but perky tits to swing freely underneath. Now you wanted to see those tits.

"Flip over," you grunted, out of breath, "Flip over and lie on you back." Once again she got into position before you even finished. She propped herself of up on her elbows and tried to pull inside of her with her legs around your hips. You wouldn't have it though.

"Uh uh," you said, "If you want me to fuck you, we do it my way."

"FINE! JUST FUCK ME PLEASE!" she screamed. She was acting as wild as now as she was before, so you told her to calm back down. She breathed deeply to settle herself down, but she practically vibrated with energy.

"That'll do, but we're going to work on that," you said. She nodded vigorously and you rewarded her by spearing her pussy again. She gasped with absolute joy as you gave her pussy the fucking it deserved. Her tits looked very inviting wobbling back and forth and you had to give them some attention. They were a small handful each, but unbelievably soft, except for her nipples which were almost as hard as your cock.

As you fucked her and played with her tits, Monica tilted her head back and howled with lust. She tried to push herself off the desk to thrust back against you, but you kept her lying down and slammed your hips between her toned, shapely thighs. She finally gave up and laid back while squirming like a worm on a hook. She closed her eyes and made a slutty, whorish o-face then her whole body quivered as she orgasmed.

That was enough to push you over the edge too and you felt your balls churning with cum and your heartbeat was inside your dick. You tried to pull out, but she must have felt you were about to climax too, so she wrapped her legs around your ass to lock you in place. Your ballsack contracted by several inches and you pumped load after load into Monica's scalding hot, wet cunt. You didn't want her to do that, but it was your fault for not being fast enough to tell her so.

It took almost an entire minute for both of your orgasms to die down. She stopped quivering like human jello, and your cock finally stopped shooting cum inside her like a firehose. You nearly fell on top of her, but you caught yourself just in time with your hands on the desk. Monica's breathing returned to normal and she stared up at you, pulling you into her deep, blue eyes.

"Wow!" was all she said. Then she wrapped her arms around you, pulled you down on top of her, and gave you the most erotic kiss you'd ever had. You weren't even expecting that. You tapped out when you ran out of breath and she released you with a satisfied sigh.

You eventually stood up and **** yourself to yank your cock out of her gooey cunt which let a small torrent of your cum leak out of her onto the desk. She scooped up as much of it as she could with her fingers and shoveled into her mouth with a hungry moan.

"Thanks," she said, "Wow, I can actually think again. That was amazing!"

"Really?" you asked, "I would have thought..."

"What, that I'd be humiliated for mating like a wild animal?" she said, "Not at all. That was so liberating to just let go and let nature take the wheel. I don't think I could have regular sex again even if I could help myself."

"Are you saying you like that you turned into a feral nymphomaniac?" you asked.

"I'm saying I never knew how exhilarating it would be," she said, "I don't how much longer before I have to go again though."

"Well we'll find out, won't we," you said as you started to clean your cock with a tissue. Monica didn't let you finish, dropping to her knees and gobbling up all of your cum like it was the only sustenance she could have. For all you knew, that might be the case. She licked you cock like a popsicle, getting every last drop of your cum.

"I still couldn't help myself," she said unapologetically.

"You're not ready to go again are you?" you asked.

"No, but I just I had to eat up all of your hot, musky, gooey cum," she explained then purred like a cat. You shook your head and zipped your pants back up.

"I need to find my mom and Diane," you said, "Come with me, or don't, it's no problem of mine."

"Which one, come with you, or don't?" she asked in utter confusion.

You sighed and said, "Your choice!"

"My choice?" she laughed, "I can't even stop myself from eating cum."