Weapon of Mass Dicking

Mike grunted as he fucked her throat. He held her by the head with both hands and took pleasure in watching her . He and Andrea had never gotten along, not from the moment that they met, and it felt just as good to him to shut her up as it did to have her wet mouth wrapped around his dick. He knew it was wrong to do this to her, but the anger in her eyes as she allowed it was enough to absolve him of his guilt.

The problem was that Andrea was, despite her bad attitude, a real looker. She was a tall woman, fair skinned, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her breasts were proportionally large for her height but heavy and attention grabbing due to her slender frame. Her ass, in the same way, stuck out on her body and drew attention everywhere she went. Mike had spent plenty of time eying her tits as she lectured him and, this time, he took it a step further.

Andrea had seemed surprised when he whipped his dick out, but she had offered no resistance when he took to fucking her face. From where Mike stood, that was a form of tacit approval. If she had wanted him to stop, then she would have told him. In fact, as a woman who never seemed to shut up, her silence seemed suspicious. Besides, her nipples were swollen enough to show through her blouse, and that alone was proof enough of her enjoyment for Mike.

Andrea, meanwhile, choked around him. A thick ring of saliva had gathered on his shaft. His firm grip on her head frightened and aroused her, a strange mixture for a woman of her stature and authority over him. She had been lecturing him after his late arrival when, in the middle of it, his eyes glazed over and his dick came out. She was used to Mike staring at her breasts as she spoke, but the sudden appearance of his dick had been a thrill and a surprise, and now she was seated in front of him with his dick down her throat, her as tears came to her eyes, and the most humiliating part was that she allowed it.

Since Andrea had stopped struggling, that freed Mike to gather the hair out of her face. Still holding her by the head, he bound her hair back so that he could watch her lips stretch around him as tears rolled down her cheeks. As he did, Mike picked up speed, fucking her harder and deeper as she continued to on him. “Like that?” He growled the words as he choked her with his cock. “I bet you fucking do, you fucking bitch. Always talking down to me!” He swatted her tits. “I’m a goddamn hero, and what are you? Just some civvie bitch barely good enough to on my dick!”

Forcing her deep, Mike held her in place on his dick as she gurgled and foamed around him. Then, releasing her, he pushed her chair back an sent her rolling into her work desk. The desk was solid and built into the wall, and her chair has only just bounced off when Mike took her by the hair again and cleared her desk with one of his big hands. Pinning her to the desk, he straddled her and lifted her blouse.

Andrea panted as Mike slapped his fat, gleaming cock down against her swaying breasts. He reached down and snapped her bra apart, freeing her breasts and holding his dick in her cleavage. Seizing her by the nipples, he pinned her breasts around his slick crown, and she stared up at him in frightened arousal as his sticky warmth seeped into her skin. It disgusted her to realize, but the wet, rigid warmth of his manhood cradled in her bosom felt good to her.

Mike grinned down at her ruefully. “I’m not gonna lie: I’ve been wanting to fuck your titties since I met you.” Flattening his hands, he crushed her breasts to her chest and began thrusting into her cleavage. “About all you’re fucking good for.”

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