Polishing the desk

I let my dress drop to the ground, and quickly unclasped my bra. As I stepped toward Paul, he reached out and squeezed my ample breasts, kneeding them like dough with one hand as the other slid under my black, lacy panties. He palmed my pussy, squeezing it before running his first two fingers between my lips. I looked down at him and pulled his head close to my chest, sighing as his mouth locked onto my pale, pink nipple. His hand slid out from my crotch and down the curve of my ass as he licked my suckled.

He stood suddenly, and turned me so I was facing the desk. With his powerful hand, he grabbed the thin fabric of my panties and tore them off of me. I was shocked by the aggressiveness of it, my eyes widening and my shameful womanhood tingling from the sudden tightness and then the feeling of air conditioning on wetness. He guided me backwards and lifted me be the waist before sitting me down on the smooth, cool, wooden desk. I leaned back, letting him push my knees apart.

Suddenly, he dropped down, and dove for my pussy. I gasp in shock as his mouth locked onto my clitoris, the tip rapidly flicking up and down. I normally preferred Ben's slower, methodical build up, but Paul's incredibly forward determination had my hips gyrating on the their own, my back arching, and chest fluttering within minutes.

The feeling of his tongue sliding inside of me was too much. I gripped the edge of the desk and let the sensations ripple through me. I had never had anyone else other than Ben do this to me, and as he switched from my clit to my aching, fever-hot hole with tongue, I lost it. I grabbed him by the back of the head, grinding his face into me as I came in small, rapid orgasms. I looked into his eyes lustfully as he stood, wiping my moisture from his mustache and beard as he stepped between my legs. I nodded as he pulled his shirt off and tossed one of legs over his shoulder.

We both sighed simultaneously as I felt his cockhead press into my spread, spasming cunt. He pushed forward slowly, allowing me to feel the contours of his member as the thick, crested head caressed my tight, soaking inner walls. I could feel the thick veins and slight stubble on it from where he had shaven his penis recently.

I opened my eyes, seeing hsi tanned, flexing muscles that were far better sculpted than Ben's, and moaned as he started to slide his cock into my infidelitous body. My walls tightened in anticipation of his thrusts, my wetness dripping down to my anus. Paul must have seen the brazen lust building up inside me, and calculated the best thing for him to was to let me go wild. He slid his arms under legs and lower back, and lifted me into the air, his cock still inside me. He turned and sat, and I was now straddling him.

I drove myself up and down on his manhood as thrusted up from below, my heavy breasts shaking as I took his whole length again and again. It was then I remembered what Bradley had said. I pulled my asscheeks apart, and blurted out "I need you fuck my ass, Paul!" as my pussy contracted again, gripping his cock tightly as another wave of orgasms washed over me, taking away any inhibitions, any worry the Dana might walk in, or anyone else honestly. Paul reached behind me, his fingertip pressing into my tight anus.

"Might hurt." he said, driving his cock into me from below.

"Guess we'll find out..." I said, collapsing beside him as he got into position.

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