Rough ride

Angelique Lovemore wasted no more precious time. She put her phone up on the nightstand, leaving it to record them and pulled Charlie's panties to the side. Her slick, lubed up cock pressed against his opening and he let the head of her dick slide in easily. "That's it bitch, just take it like a whore." Charlie bit his bottom lip as Angelique pushed her shaft in further, forcing him take seven inches in one thrust. His boss's strong hand grabbed hold of his shoulder, one of her feet got put up on the bed as Angelique got ready to fuck him earnestly. "I'd ask you if you're ready, but I don't think I really care."

Within second her entire length was buried deep inside his pussy, Charlie moaned loudly, receiving a slap on his ass and a reminder that he was supposed to mind the guests. Angelique truly and honestly pummeled him, grabbing hold of him and pushing him down, her hips pulling nearly all over her 11 inches all the way out and shoving them back into his guts. She was fucking him so fast and hard Charlie forgot how to think, he lost complete control of his body, as if it wasn't even his. At this moment it probably wasn't, all that he was, the only reason that he existed, was to be a cumdump for his boss. "FUCK you feel so fucking good whore, this pussy was made to be used you dumb fucking slut!" Angelique thrusted and thrusted, her slick cock stretching Charlie's ass open and gaping him further than he thought he could. He felt her in his stomach, the throbbing of her shecock vibrating his entire body, his own hard dick dribbling cum.

The sounds of flesh smack against flesh filled the room, only being broken up by Charlie's muffled moaning and Angelique filthy words. He could feel her speeding up again, her hands moving down to his hips and gripping him painfully tight. She pulled him closer against him, barely even moving her hips anymore, simply sliding Charlie's body up and down her length. Charlie was in a constant state of orgasm, from the moment she had started fucking him his mind broke and his body relented, letting orgasmic ecstasy wash over him in waves. "Smile at the camera bitch and tell me where you want my seed." Angelique was getting close, Charlie could tell, she grunted and moaned, her cock throbbed violently and her heavy balls slapped against his.

"Cum in me! Cum in my pussy! Get me pregnant!" The words came from somewhere deep inside his mind, they were all that he could think to say, it was all that he knew. He heard his boss laugh, sliding his hole up and down her cock with long, fast motions.

"Oh my fucking god baby, you're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna get you pregnant Charlie!" Angelique pushed Charlie down flat on his stomach, she mounted him, pumping her dick inside his ass as deep as she could.

"Do it! knock me up!" With one long, earth-shattering groan, Angelique pushed all of her length deep down inside Charlie's pussy, unloading in him an amount of jizz he had never taken before. She moaned and swore, shuddered and whimpered, her body laying flat down on his back, her lips by his ear.

"Oh my- oh my god baby, you're amazing. I love it, I love you." Angelique kept slowly thrusting in him, but Charlie hardly noticed anymore. He had passed out right when her cum began flooding his belly, laying there like a toy well-used and stretched out. "F-fuck, fuck you Charlie. Goddamnit I love that little pussy so much, you're a gift baby, a fucking angel."

Angelique stayed on top of him for a little while longer, her cock slowly deflating inside him, her cum leaking out of his ass in small waves. When she finally regained her senses and got up, carefully sliding her tender cock out of Charlie's hole, she saw that he was fast asleep, a smile etched onto his face. Angelique sighed, rubbing her hands across Charlie's butt, fondling him softly, letting two fingers slide into his open hole easily. She grabbed her phone and ended the video, leaning down to plant kisses from his butt-cheeks, up to his shoulders, leaving red marks from her lipstick. Angelique checked her watch and saw that she should be leaving if she wanted to make her meeting on time. Quickly she put Charlie up on the bed, pulling the blanket over him and tucking him in tenderly. She leaned down once more to kiss him on the cheeks and stroked his hair. "Such a pretty boy for, you did such a good job." All she wanted to do was crawl into bed next to him and hold him in his arms, whisper sweet-nothings and maybe, when he woke up, fuck him another few times. But she knew she couldn't, duty called.

Angelique Lovemore turned and exited the room, only looking back once to watch Charlie dream away. She pushed the door closed behind her and readjusted her hair, looking into the reflection of her phone to make sure she looked presentable. It would have to do, she supposed...