Cum on her

I kept facefucking Emily hard, one hand locked in her hair, the other braced on the desk. Every deep thrust made her throat constrict around my thick cock, wet gagging sounds filling the office while spit poured down her chin and soaked the front of her blouse. Under the desk I pound steadily into the boss’s wife’s ass, feeling her hole flutter and clench with every movement, forcing her strapon deeper into her husband at the same time. Emily’s mascara was running. Her eyes watered every time I buried myself to the hilt. She took it anyway, hands gripping my thighs, moaning around the cock stretching her lips."That’s it..." I growled, hips snapping faster. "Choke on it. You’re doing so fucking good for the new boss… taking every inch like a proper office slut..."I fucked her throat harder, the wet, filthy sounds getting louder. The dual sensation - tight, wet heat around my fingers under the desk and Emily’s gagging mouth on my cock - pushed me right to the edge."Fuck… I’m close..." I warned, voice rough. "Keep that mouth open. Don’t you dare pull away". I gave her three more brutal strokes, then yanked my cock out of her throat with a wet pop.

Thick strings of spit connected her lips to the glistening head. I stroked myself fast, aiming right at her upturned face."Stick your tongue out." She did. I groaned low and started cumming - thick, heavy ropes of cum painting her face. The first shot landed across her forehead and into her hair. The next striped her cheek and the bridge of her nose. Another coated her tongue and lips. I kept stroking, milking every pulse onto her, covering her in thick, sticky ropes while under the desk I ground deep into the wife’s ass one last time, feeling her tremble around me. Emily stayed on her knees, eyes half-lidded, tongue out, letting it all land. Cum dripped down her chin and onto her open blouse. She looked wrecked - mascara ruined, face glazed, breathing hard.I gave my cock a few final slow strokes, smearing the last drops across her lips, then reached down and grabbed the torn panties I’d ripped off her earlier. I tossed them at her chest."Wipe yourself off..." I said, voice still rough. "You’re a mess". Emily caught the ruined scrap of fabric, still dazed, and started dabbing at the thick cum covering her face while she stayed on her knees in front of me. Under the desk the boss’s wife remained silent, completely hidden. Emily dabbed at her face with the torn panties, wiping away the thick ropes of cum as best she could. Mascara was still smeared, her lips shiny, but most of the mess was gone. She looked up at me from her knees, breathing hard, waiting. I took the cum-stained scrap of fabric from her hand."Not done with these yet". I pushed her thighs apart, pressed the bunched-up panties against her soaked entrance, and shoved them deep inside her pussy in one firm push. Emily gasped, hips jerking as the wet fabric stretched her open and disappeared inside her. I worked two fingers in after it, packing the panties in deeper until only a small bit of lace peeked out between her lips."There" I said, voice low. "Keep that in. All day..." I pulled her back up to her feet. She swayed a little, thighs pressed together around the stuffed panties. I reached for her blouse and popped open the top three buttons, exposing the soft inner curves of her tits and the red lace of her bra. Then I grabbed the hem of her short skirt and yanked it higher, tucking the fabric up so the lower half of her bare ass cheeks stayed visible, the thin strip of her stuffed pussy just barely hidden if she stood carefully.I stepped back and looked her over - blouse open, skirt hiked, face still flushed, a faint bulge where the panties filled her cunt."That’s how you stay for the rest of the day..." I told her. "Walk around the office like this. Every time you sit, every time you bend over, I want you to remember what you are..." Emily’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t fix her clothes. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, pupils still blown wide."And at the end of the day..." I continued, reaching down to give the faint outline of the stuffed panties a firm pat through her skirt, "you report back here. I’ll check how well you kept everything in place… and then I’ll give you the reward you’ve earned. Clear?..." She swallowed, voice still rough from the facefucking.

"Yes… boss."I smirked and gave her ass a light slap, watching the exposed cheek jiggle.

"Good girl. Now get back to work. And don’t you dare take those panties out..."