Table for Two

Brad grabbed the woman and pulled her back into the small office. He pulled her close.

"You liked it. You needed it! And you know you need more!" he whispered into her ear. His tongue tingled her neck and shoulder. She shuttered.

Brad lifted her up onto the small work table. He spread her legs, opening her pussy. It was slick and pouty from Brad's earlier tonguing. Brad unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. He placed the swollen head against the woman's pussy; he rubbed it up and down the slit, coating it with the woman's juices. Slick from her cum, Brad's cock easily spread her pussy lips and entered her warmth.

"Aaaaah! she moaned as Brad's cock drilled into her, filling her pussy. She wrapped her legs arround Brad's back, pulling him closer. Brad began pounding. He fucked furiously, slamming his cock into her hard and deep with every thrust. The woman's ass banged against the table.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she panted and groaned as Brad rammed in and out of her. Her body began quivering and shaking.

"OH, GOD! YES!" She gasped and then moaned softly. Her legs relaxed and dropped below the tabletop.

Brad held still. His cum was streaming from his cock, filling the woman's pussy.

"Aaaaaaah!" with a long sigh, Brad relaxed and let his cock slip from the well-fucked pussy. Cum oozed from the slit and pooled on the table.

Brad picked up the woman's panties from the floor where they had dropped. He wiped the last drops of cum from his cock and then tossed the panties to the deep breathing woman. He pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.

"I've got to get back to work. You can get cleaned up in here. Just close the door when you leave. Oh, by the way," Brad smiled at the woman, "if you want some more, leave your name, address, and phone number on the table. I'll call you!"

With that, Brad walked out the door.