Spanking

"Spank me," Bridget orders.

"...What?"

"Take your hand and slap it across my bum. That should really get the juices flowing."

I don't need to think too hard about it. I've been staring at her amazing ass ever since I started fucking her--the curves, sloping sharply to the dimple in her lower back, the heft of each globe, how my cock is swallowed so easily between them every time I thrust forward. I bring my hand down on her right cheek, marveling at the way it deforms and wobbles.

Bridget scoffs. "Come on! You can do better! I barely felt that!"

I slap her left cheek, hard enough this time to leave a slight imprint.

"Harder!"

On my third strike, Bridget moans and shudders, and her pussy squeezes my cock even more forcefully. I'm in heaven. I keep spanking, not letting up for a moment even as her globes turn red. I'm sure the palm of my hand is going to sting like a sumbitch after this is over, but for now I suppress the feeling, laser-focused on delivering both pain and pleasure to the woman wriggling beneath me.

Bridget is no longer even pretending to work. Her head is down on top of her desk, cheek pressed against the vinyl surface, mouth slightly drooling, hands outstretched gripping the corners, hanging on for dear life. Her legs tremble, barely able to support her weight.

"I'm coming," she gasps out, then louder... "I'm coming!"

Her pussy squeezes me harder than ever, and the cum surges up my shaft, filling the condom. Bridget's legs finally give out, and she collapses to her knees, ripping my cock from her folds. I stagger back slightly, pulse after pulse spewing yet more jism until at last I have no more to give.

It takes us both a little while to recover. Bridget turns to face me, still on her hands and knees. "You said this was your first time? Was it everything you imagined?"

"I don't know," I answer honestly.

She laughs. "That post-nut clarity hits hard, doesn't it? Well, for what it's worth, I'm impressed. If you ever want to use your writ on me again sometime, I wouldn't be displeased. Though it'd be great if we could include my husband... Here." She grabs a business card off the desk and hands it to me. "For keeping in touch."

I put the card in my wallet and re-dress. "Where should I put this?" I ask, showing her the used condom in my hand.

"Oh, just throw it in the trash on your way out. Should be fine."

The last glimpse I have of Bridget as I'm going out into the foyer, she's standing next to her desk, still nude, wincing as she tries to pull her panties over her reddened butt. The entire office reeks of sex, no doubt a pleasant aroma for her next visitors to enjoy.