Lunch

Everything was conspiring against me - the long black hair his wife had found wrapped around his cock the day before, the conference call I was supposed to have with the Zonglets at 1:30, and Magic's deathly cold which meant that I wasn't actually sure he had left for work that morning.  A few frantic text messages later I confirmed that he had, but was planning to return "in an hour or two".  Every extrasensory fibre in my body screamed at me to cancel... but the sensory fibres won out in the end and I didn't.

In fact I raced home so quickly that I got there with more than enough time to rip off my dress and high-heeled shoes and stand by the window anxiously awaiting him in a black lace camisole and thigh-highs.  Well, the moment I saw him walking across the courtyard I felt my wetness spring forth and no sooner had he entered the door than I attacked him, my lips glued to his as I unbuttoned his shirt and he fumbled to untie his shoelaces and undo his belt before finally presenting me with the swelling erection which I took into my mouth as deep as I possibly could.  I felt his cock hit the back of my throat as he pulled down one of my camisole straps to pluck out my right breast and rub the nipple in time to the strokes of my tongue on his cock.  I was so turned on I felt my thigh muscles stiffen and tighten and almost thought I might come then and there.  But at the same time I somehow began to fear that he wasn't as hard as he should have been, and so I sucked him deeper and harder but still couldn't shake this new and nagging paranoia that I might not turn him on as he does me.

Finally he said, "Enough of this - I want pussy" - normally he fingerfucks me a bit first, but even though this is his speciality, it suited me just fine to dispense with the preliminaries, for I could hardly wait as it was, bending over and spreading my ass cheeks with one hand so he could more easily slide his cock into my pussy.  He fucked me like this for a few minutes,  my excitement mounting to a crescendo, only to suddenly stop and hold back coyly, waiting for me to whimper and wriggle my ass back towards him in desperation, begging him to fuck me more.  Which he did, of course, 'til I cried out and my legs stiffened and trembled, and then he had me lie back on the sofa so he could mount me, my whole body tense and quivering.  I clutched him to me as he thrust his cock inside me, my pussy beginning to clench around it almost instantly as I came and came again, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me.

"I'm so close to coming," he said, pausing all of a sudden as if he really were on the brink, but I knew better than that, I knew it didn't even mean he would come at all that day.  And of course time was of the essence - Magic might be home any moment!  So I shoved my hips up against him, writhing around his cock and squeezing it with my pussy 'til he started to fuck me again, faster, while I tried to hold still and stifle my cries so he could concentrate on coming, squeezing his cock every now and then with my pussy to help him along the way.  "Oh but I want to come in your mouth," he said, pausing again, then suddenly he began to fuck me harder, so hard that my whole body jerked back and forth to the thrusts of his hips - gasping, powerless, I was like a rag doll impaled on his cock.  I felt the tension rising in me, I couldn't stop it, couldn't even think of his orgasm or the urgency of the situation any more, and then all of a sudden he drew back, his cock still deep within me, looking down at me as he climaxed inside me.

Forty minutes later I was sitting in my boss's office, helping to translate both ends of a conference call with the Zonglets as the come oozed from my pussy down the sides of my thighs and onto my chair.  Even my boss looked hot to me then...