Pris gives in

I let a moan slip out of my parted lips. He worked the finger in and out of me. I was so worked up from Mike earlier, and just a little drunk on the Scotch, to stop myself. I felt that big, rough finger work itself deeper into me and spread my legs for it. He was rough and aggressive. My eyes half closed as the waves of sensation poured out of his thrusting finger and into me, through me.

I ran my hands up my body, pulling my blouse up and over my head. He took my face in his other hand and kissed me deeply, driving his thick finger deep and hard into my soaking wet cunt. As our tongues and lips intertwined, I heard his zipper open. He dropped the hand to my breasts and took my left nipple into his mouth. The corset pushed them up for his eager lips. I felt his finger slide out, and hook under my thigh.

I was lifted into the air and turned around. We were standing, and he held me with my thighs on either side of his face and his impressivley big, throbbing cock staring me in the face. His tongue slid up and down my pussy fast. I felt my wetness mix with his saliva, and a shudder ran all through me. I took his prick in my mouth, moaning and sucking loudly. His tongue felt so good that I felt my thighs clamp onto his head. I let go of his waist and grabbed my breasts, squeezing the nipples as I sucked the big cockhead into my mouth. I grabbed the back of his huge thighs and drove my mouth over his length. He grunted and began to slowly thrust to meet me.

Suddenly, his tongue found my clit and I stiffened. Spasms shook my pussy and sent crashing waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned and closed my eyes and saw sparks fly behind them but just before I came hard against his scarred face and swishing tongue, he stopped and chuckled.

He laid me down on the Persian rug and grabbed my ankles, holding them in either hand. I was still gasping and shaking when I felt that big hammer pound into me. I let out a low throaty moan and arched my back as he drilled it into me. He took a handful of my wavy golden hair and **** our mouths together. I tasted my own juices and his warm tongue swirling in my mouth as the sound of the hard smack of meat on meat and the warm, deep thrusts of his veiny cock destroyed what little inhibitions the Scotch hadn't taken care of before.

I dug my nails into his back and ground my hips back into his thrusts, shuddering as I felt the waves of ecstacy rip through me. My blue eyes shimmered like wet, polished marbles and my teeth dug into his shoulder. I gritted my teeth as that big cock slammed into me over and over. I started to hyperventilate. His scarred up face twisted and went red. "Please, just another minute!" I thought, but it was too late.

He spasmed and groaned, and rammed in deep. My eyes went wide as his twitching, white-hot cock shot cum deep inside of me with each violent thrust. I felt it ooze out of me as he buried himself as deep as he could, and collapsed on top of me. Slowly, he raised himself, and grinned. I sighed, and thought to myself "Its okay, girl. You'll get off eventually." He tossed me a towel from the bar to clean myself up with. He didn't wash himself at all, just put up his prick and slipped his jacket back on.

"Stay here. I'll get Valerie for you." he said, grabbing car keys from the desk.