A Neighborhood Depravity Ch. 01

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As the hot April sun soaked into the neighborhood, Hema Balaji felt like tearing off her Ghaghra. She wanted to be totally naked, tan all over. But of course that would have shocked the neighbors. “Darn,” Hema sighed softly. “I sure am getting some crazy ideas lately.”

It wasn’t just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked in the back yard. Yesterday Hema had gotten the hots for the mailman. He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he’d looked terrific in his uniform. Hema felt ashamed of herself. She was a knotted woman, and she really did love her lover, Sri. But they’d been knotted for seven years now, and their sex life wasn’t as exciting as it used to be. In fact, Hema thought sadly, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound. She had an insane desire to slip her hand down inside her Ghaghra and play with herself. Why, she hadn’t masturbated since she was a 18 year old! She didn’t have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy ideas. She knew. She and Sri just weren’t making love often enough. He’d just been promoted, and he always seemed to be exhausted when he got home from work. He was just too tired for sex.

Hema pressed her cunt-mound harder and felt a boiling heat in her pussy. She would have given anything just then to have a man. She imagined a huge stiff cock sliding into her cream-soaked cunt, and she moaned softly.

“Okay, Hema, get a hold of yourself,” she muttered.

Beating off in front of the neighbors wasn’t the answer to her problem. But what was? She needed a lot more loving than she was getting, but Sri couldn’t give it to her. There didn’t seem to be any way out of her dilemma.

Then Hema was distracted from her problems when she heard voices from the next yard. That was the home of her best friend Shanti and her lover Ratan. Hema recognized Ratan’s voice now, but there was a female voice, too, and it wasn’t Shanti’s. A six-foot fence separated the two yards, but Hema knew where a knothole was. Bored, with nothing else to do, she naughtily decided to spy and see who Ratan’s female guest was. She knelt before the knothole and peered into her neighbors’ yard. Ratan was in shorts and a T-shirt, lounging in a chair. His visitor was Vijayalakshmi, a stunning black-haired divorcee who lived in the next house over. Vijayalakshmi was wearing what had to be the world’s smallest Ghaghra.

Ratan was ogling Vijayalakshmi’s tall big-tit body, and the expression in his eyes wasn’t brotherly.

“Shame on you, Ratan,” Hema whispered.

Of course he didn’t hear her, and she didn’t want him to she’d have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him but she decided she’d better keep spying, just in case Ratan was up to something. Shanti would want to know.

“I’m really sorry, Vijayalakshmi,” Ratan was saying, “but I already lent my garden scissors.”

“Oh, damn,” Vijayalakshmi drawled in her naturally sexy, husky voice.

“But stay and have a coffee if you’ve got time,” Ratan added.

“Why, Ratan, I’d love to!” Vijayalakshmi smiled.

Now Hema was riveted by the scene. Vijayalakshmi was new on the block, and her arrival had made lots of the neighborhood wives nervous. Surely this dazzling young woman wouldn’t go long without a man. But would she get a man of her own, or would she seduce someone’s lover?

While Ratan went to get coffee, Vijayalakshmi settled himself in the chair next to his, smiling. She tugged at the top of her Ghaghra, loosening it a little so it looked like her big kurtkoykadin.com firm tits were about to pop out.

Bitch,” Hema muttered.

Ratan quickly returned with the coffee, and he and Vijayalakshmi began to chat. She kept brushing his arm with her hand and her long red finger-nails. She really was gorgeous, Hema had to admit, but she also seemed to be coming on to Shanti’s lover. “It’s so nice of you to let me stay, Ratan,” Vijayalakshmi sighed. “I’m so lonely since my divorce. I really miss having a man in my life.”

Ratan looked like he was going to choke on the ginger from his beverage. He blushed a little, swallowed hard, and said, “Aw, come on, Vijayalakshmi. A beautiful woman like you, lonely? I find that pretty hard to believe.”

“It’s true, Ratan,” Vijayalakshmi purred. “At night I think I’ll go crazy you can’t imagine how horny I get.”

Ratan turned even redder, and Hema scowled. Vijayalakshmi was coming on to him all right. And now the bitch had the colossal nerve to remove her Ghaghra blouse and bra! She unfastened it and tossed it aside, and Ratan’s eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized tits and big cone-shaped nipples.

“Mmmmm, that feels better.” Vijayalakshmi smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, Ratan. Nobody can see us.

“Oh, no, no, I Don’t mind,” Ratan practically yelped.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her fantastic tits and Hema really couldn’t blame him. Vijayalakshmi was built like a movie star all legs and tits and ass, and now she were wantonly displaying her naked tits to Ratan.

Would Ratan be able to resist her come-on? Judging from the talks Hema had had with Shanti lately, she didn’t think so. Shanti and Ratan’s relationship was a lot like hers and Sri’s-seven years old and getting stale. Ratan was probably ripe for the plucking.

“You know what I miss most of all, Ratan?” Vijayalakshmi cooed. “A man’s touch. Like this.”

She took his hands and set them on her huge naked tits. Ratan made a horny croaking noise. He didn’t put up any resistance. He started molding and squeezing her tits and Vijayalakshmi gurgled with excitement.

Terrific, Hema thought. Now what do I do?

She wished she hadn’t spied, but it was too late to stop. She felt she had to see everything Ratan did, so she could report it to Shanti. Or should she just open the gate and walk over there and put a stop to this hanky-panky?

She thought about it and decided that Ratan and Vijayalakshmi would probably just tell her to take a hike. She’d stay where she was, gathering information to report to Shanti.

Vijayalakshmi’s huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as Ratan molded them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she was smiling seductively. Hema wasn’t surprised when Ratan started getting a hard-on.

Still she thought, bastard.

The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented. Vijayalakshmi noticed too, but she just grinned. After all, that was what she’d been aiming for and she had her neighbor’s lover so hot for her that he couldn’t control himself.

“You’re getting me awfully excited, Vijayalakshmi,” Ratan reported hoarsely.

“Mmmmm, honey, you’re getting me excited, too,” she purred.

Hema was really pissed off. Her best friend’s lover was about to fall into bed with the neighborhood seductress. But at the same time, Hema had to admit she was getting turned on by the scene. She wasn’t proud of it, but her pussy was on fire. No wonder. It was two weeks since she’d gotten laid. She had so much lust stored up she was getting turned on just from watching other people make out. She was definitely going to have to have a talk with Sri.

Meanwhile wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away from that knothole. She was angry, but she was fascinated. She’d never spied on anybody before, and she’d never watched others getting it on. She just couldn’t resist peeping.

“Ratan,” Vijayalakshmi gurgled, “we’d be more comfortable on the grass, Don’t you think?”

“Uh, sure, whatever you say,” Ratan croaked.

They slid out of their chairs and onto the soft freshly mowed lawn. Vijayalakshmi snaked her arms around Ratan’s neck and kissed him. Hema could tell she was shoving her tongue in his mouth. She expected to see steam come out of his ears.

As she gave him a long steamy tongue-kiss, Vijayalakshmi rubbed her naked tits against his chest. She pulled up his T-shirt and wriggled her stiff nipples into the thick hair mat. Ratan gave a muffled groan.

At last they came up for air, and Vijayalakshmi said in her husky voice, “Help a lady out, Ratan? Honey, I’m so horny I could die.”

“Uh, gosh, Vijayalakshmi, I dunno,” Ratan said hoarsely. “I mean, I’m knotted, and I love my girlfriend. I’m not sure I could do that to Shanti.”

“Darling,” Vijayalakshmi purred, “Shanti will never know. And I really need you. Here, just feel this.”

She quickly removed her Ghaghra, and Ratan gawked at her cute copper-colored bush. She grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. Ratan shivered, and Hema knew he was touching wet, searing-hot flesh.

“See?” Vijayalakshmi whimpered. “Feel how hot my pussy is, Ratan? Come on, help me out.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled off his T-shirt and tugged down his shorts. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with an enormous hard-on. Vijayalakshmi grasped the waist-band of his shorts and tugged the garment off, leaving him naked.

“Mmmmmm, Ratan, you have a fantastic body,” she gurgled.

Poor Ratan didn’t stand a chance. His cock was so engorged by now, it looked ready to explode. Vijayalakshmi wrapped her fingers around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it and Ratan groaned with excitement.

There go his relationship vows, Hema thought.

She was furious with him, yet at the same time she couldn’t blame him a bit for responding to Vijayalakshmi’s come-on. After all, Vijayalakshmi was a fantastically beautiful woman, and she was doing everything in her power to turn him on. Hema found herself staring at Ratan’s cock. He was pretty well hung. She felt hot cream oozing from her hungry little cunt and she wished she had a hard cock of her own to play with. It had been so long since she and Sri made love, so long that she was almost whimpering with need.

She rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the hot ache between her legs. This spying was making her too damned hot. She really ought to stop, yet she didn’t want to miss a second of this exciting scene.

Vijayalakshmi pumped Ratan’s iron-hard cock till he was shivering and moaning steadily. Then she flopped onto her back and pulled him on top of her. He sank down between her satiny thighs, and she cupped his ass and dug her long red nails into the taut flesh.

“Please, Ratan, honey, fuck me,” she whimpered.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned, “I’m only human.”

His ass jerked sharply, and Vijayalakshmi’s head lolled back in bliss. She gave a hoarse sustained moan as he shoved his long stiff cock into her burning needy cunt. Watching it happen, Hema creamed right through her Ghaghra.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned softly.

She had to admit it-she ached to get just what Vijayalakshmi was getting. She’d almost kill for it. She wanted to feel a huge hard prick cramming her starved little cunt, reaming her out.She’d never felt so frantically horny in her life.

“Unnnhhhh, honey, yesss,” Vijayalakshmi sobbed, “get into meeeee!”

Ratan hit bottom, only his balls showing, and he groaned in delight. But Vijayalakshmi didn’t let him pause to savor the moment. She started jerking her hips, too horny to wait even a second for the hot action she craved. Ratan snorted with lust and started fucking her hard.

“Unnnnhhhh, yesssss,” Vijayalakshmi moaned, “fuck it to me, baby fuck me good and hard!”

On the other side of the fence Hema was whimpering with lust and envy. Sure, she was furious with Ratan for cheating on Shanti and she could have scratched Vijayalakshmi’s eyes out, but she was also going crazy with horniness.

She watched Ratan’s thick cream-soaked cock hammering up and down in Vijayalakshmi’s juice-squirting cunt and listened to him groaning with pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time Sri had fucked her with that much enthusiasm.

Hema longed for the great early days of her relationship when she and Sri had fucked like bunnies. She realized now that their sex life had been getting dull and routine for a long time. Sri just didn’t have the hots for her like he used to and did she still have the hots for him? Right now, she had to admit, she wanted to be fucking Ratan. She wanted to feel that wrist-thick cock piston in her starved cunt rocketing her to the orgasm she so urgently needed.

“Oooooh, shit, honey,” Vijayalakshmi whimpered, “You’re fucking me so damned good!”

Tell me about it, Hema thought enviously.

Vijayalakshmi wasn’t faking her excitement. Her lovely face was contorted with pleasure, and she was jerking her hips furiously to Ratan’s hard rhythm. Thick pearly cream was gushing from her reamed cunt.

Hema was almost panting with lust as she watched. Again she felt an insane desire to stick her hand inside her Ghaghra and beat off. But even more, she wanted the real thing. She wanted a man so bad, she could have screamed.

She’d get Sri to make love to her tonight. She had to, or she’d go crazy. No matter how tired he was, she’d perk him up and then she’d fuck his socks off. The horny young girlfriend made herself that firm promise.

“Harder, baby, make me come!” Vijayalakshmi moaned.

Ratan snorted with lust and fucked into her so hard that Hema could hear their bodies slamming together. She could hear the lewd sucking noise his cock was making as it reamed the hot cream from Vijayalakshmi’s squeezing pussy. The noises drove her to a fever pitch of lusty longing.

“Unnnnhhhh, shit, yesss, you’re doing it to me, I’m comingggggg! Vijayalakshmi wailed. “Ohhhh, God-whaaahhhhhh!” Her body rocked and writhed, and her huge swollen tits wobbled hard against Ratan’s chest.

Her spasming cunt brought him off a second later, and he groaned and hammered his load into her. “Awwwww, fuckin’ Christ, awwwwwww!” he roared.

Hema shivered and whimpered as she watched them coming. She ached to be coming herself, but there was nothing she could do about it, not for hours. Her relief wouldn’t come till Sri got home, and even then she was going to have to fight for it.

“Oh, God,” Ratan moaned as he finally rolled off Vijayalakshmi.

Vijayalakshmi grinned wickedly and gave a final lusty wriggle.

“Honey, that was fantastic,” she gurgled. “Just what I needed and remember, nobody will ever know.”

That’s what you think, bitch, Hema thought angrily. She drew back from her spy hole and stalked into the house.

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I am the Accounts Clerk for a small firm where the atmosphere is informal and the staff is pretty much on a first name basis. I generally enjoyed working here, but today wasn’t one of those days. It was 6 pm after an already long day. Numbers, numbers and more numbers. They had me in a daze. We were approaching the end of the Company’s financial year and not only did I need to balance all of the accounts but I had my year-end reports to do too. This was my third late day in a row at the office and I was getting rather fed up.

I sat at my desk, feeling very tired. I eased my feet out of my 3 inch heels and put my feet up on a foot rest beneath my desk. The bloody air conditioning unit for the whole building had quit earlier that day. I had removed my jacket leaving me in a loose white silk shirt and short navy skirt. I always dress professionally for work, but I have been told that I ooze sexuality in whatever short, sexy suite I am wearing. Normally, I keep my suite jacket on, the way the silk clings to the shape of my full breasts is not the sort of thing you want to expose at work. But now, I didn’t have a choice. Thankfully almost every one had left already.

Everyone but my boss, Malcolm Goodman. Malcolm was a very friendly and warm individual. A good boss really. We had occasion to speak frequently and we often joked around a bit. He was tall and strapping, very well built. It was obvious that he worked out often. He was in great shape. He was very handsome, with nice warm eyes, and slightly greying hair. Although he was in his mid-forties and 20+ years my senior, he was quite an attractive man, and very sexy too. When I first started to work here a year ago, I was sooo attracted to him. What had also added to my attraction to him was his race. You see, Malcolm is white and I am black. Although society seemed to say that we can’t mix, I have always had an ‘interest’ in white men. Probably it -is- because of all the black/white taboo going around.

We flirted from time to time, but it remained just that. He didn’t seem interested, and although I secretly admired him, I wasn’t going to throw myself at him, after all I’ve got a job to keep. And apart from that he also seemed to be ‘occupied’ always very occupied. Within the last year, I am certain there had been at least ten women in his life. I saw enough of them to know they were not just ‘business associates’. Handsome and charming though he was, I thought, that kind of man – I do not need. I had satisfied myself with a great Professional relationship.

Today he was here in his office and from time to time I would buzz him with questions that I would have about assets we had purchased, or some customers account, or one of the many other questions that would come up. The fact that he was in the office made my life a bit easier.

I sat going through the company’s liabilities and was having problems with the account of Thomas & Thomas, Inc., one of our Vendors. In checking the computer, it seemed that a few months ago, we paid them quite a large sum of money which to date seemingly hadn’t been applied to any invoice. To resolve this, I needed to look at their file and I would probably need to speak to my boss as well. Instead of buzzing him as I would usually do, I decided to go to his office, where the files were. I slipped on my shoes and headed up the hall.

When I got there his door was ajar and I could see him in front of his computer, his back towards me. The sight of nude women filled the screen. I was quite taken aback. Here I was busting my ass off on work and he was sitting up here getting off on images of naked women. As I stood there, the sight of all this bare skin and those beautiful bodies got to me more than it probably should have, given the circumstances. To announce my presence I cleared my throat. Immediately he minimized the window on his computer. By the look on his face when he spun around I could tell he knew that I was well aware of what he had been up to.

“Hi there Tara” he said with a guilty smile.

“Hello Malcolm.. I just needed to get the Thomas & Thomas’ file. Then I’ll need to run a couple things by you”.

I walked towards his desk and proceeded to explain what my problem was. Approaching the side of his desk, I couldn’t help but notice an enormous bulge under his zipper. It wasn’t hard to conclude that my catching him looking at porn had done nothing to diminish his excitement. If anything, my presence seemed only to cause his bulge to grow while I watched. He noticed where my eyes were and looked up at me while making no effort at all to hide his condition.

I went to the filing cabinet to get out the Thomas & Thomas file feeling his eyes on my ass as I walked. Feeling a little naughty, I slowly bent at the waist (a bit more than necessary) to retrieve file from the second draw, knowing how great my stocking-clad legs must look as the back of my skirt raised a bit. I straightened and when I turned around my thoughts were confirmed. He was staring shamelessly at my behind, what caught me though was where his Escort bayan hand was, he was rubbing his groin. Of course I meant to tease, but I didn’t quite expect him to be this “free”. Feeling suddenly self conscious and a little flustered by his boldness, I fumbled a bit and dropped the file. I bent to pick them up and only after doing so I realised what I had done. My shirt, which I had loosened earlier by undoing one extra button to the top because of the heat, fell open exposing most of my very ample bust to him. He took full advantage of his opportunity. What’s even worse, I became so disconcerted, I seemed to fumble with every piece of paper, so that it seemed that I was exposed to him forever.

“Well, well, well Tara.. I see you want to show me more than the Thomas’ file” he said with a leer.

“Guess that makes two of us” I said sharply, gesturing towards his pants.

He let out a loud hearty laugh. “Ooohh that sharp tongue is always up and ready to go.”

“Well if you wanna talk about things being ‘up’ and ready to go. Lets!!” I answered mockingly, gesturing again towards his groin. “I don’t suppose that’s a pistol”

I hoped that he wouldn’t call my bluff and move on, but he didn’t. “Okay Tara. Lets.”

With that he stood up and moved over to me. I was between him and the filing cabinet.

“I was only kidding”

Raising his hands up on either side of me and placing them on the cabinet he said “The thing is…. I’m not”

I was now pinned against the cabinet. “Listen, I think we better get back to the work at hand” I stammered.

“I was thinking the same thing Tara” he said smiling. At the same time he brought his right knee up against my leg, brushing against it ever so slowly, and gently.

A shiver ran through my body from just this simple contact. He proceeded to undo another button in my blouse, pushing it back revealing my bra-clad breasts. I felt paralysed; I wanted this badly, yet I wasn’t prepared for it. He glanced down at my breasts and I felt my breath catch. His eyes widened and his smile broadened as he saw my nipples harden and poke through the thin material of my bra. I could feel them like spears pushing against the fabric. “My, my Tara. I see we are thinking on the same level”

I couldn’t move, nor answer. ‘Ahh the moment of truth!, I’ve wanted this for long enough’ one part of me thought. The other part was telling me that I cant get involved in this; I need to walk right out this door’. Yet the sexier, more dominant screamed ‘but he is soooo sexy and god knows you need some excitement’. I had been tightly clutching the file awkwardly against my stomach. He took it from me throwing it on the floor. Pulling the blouse from my skirt, he undid the last couple buttons. I could feel the tingling in my breasts, breasts that were aching for his touch and he knew it. His fingers moved to tweak my nipples through the bra. I could feel my breathing escalating. My nipples loved the attention and they grew firmer to his touch. I couldn’t help it; a soft moan escaped my lips and my hands went around to his back, pulling him towards me.

He growled deeply and whispered, “Oh Tara”. His lips found mine and I responded meeting him in a searing kiss, one filled at once with rage and lust. It felt like it had been building up in me for the past year that I had been around this man. My hands grasped at his shoulders pulling him against my body as my tongue tasted his mouth. His tongue felt so sensual as it duelled with mine, tasting me, seeking and claiming every part as his own.

He broke the kiss and burying his head in my neck planted kisses all along it. Hoarsely he said “Do you have any idea how fucking long I’ve wanted to do this?.. To hold you. To touch your beautiful brown skin. To kiss your luscious full lips. To see and touch those gorgeous breasts. To ……. .. “Come with me” He took my hand and guided me to his desk.

I stood in front of it as he sat in his chair. I slid the shirt off my shoulders. He pulled himself towards me, snaking his fingers around the back undoing the zipper in my skirt. As he did the he planted kisses along my firm stomach. Several moans escaped my lips. I was enjoying every moment of this. Pulling my skirt down he drew back. I stood before him in my heels with black stockings, garters, bra and sheer thongs, giving him a nice view of my neatly trimmed pubes. I must have looked quite a sight, as he let out a growl and I could see pure animalistic lust in his eyes. Seeing this I teased him a bit further. I brought my fingers up to my breast undoing the front clasp and pealed it away from my body. My breasts bounced free, nipples taut.

“Oh God Tara… great Tits” he said huskily as he reached up cupping my breasts. “I’ve always wondered what these would feel like” he murmured while planting kisses on my stomach. Suddenly he stood, lifted me off the floor and sat me on the desk burying his face in my chest.

He took one nipple into his mouth. Oh shit this felt so damn good!!. His hands Bayan escort grasped firmly at my hips. I snaked my legs around his calves, pulling him into me, feeling the hardness of his erection through his pants against my pussy, my quivering pussy, that needed attention, lots of it. As if sensing this, his hands crept between my thighs until he reached the thin fabric of my thong. It was soaked, I knew it, I felt the moisture oozing from me, as my excitement built. He gently rubbed the length of my slit through my panties and I gasped from the sheer pleasure it brought. He slid his finger under the band of the crotch, and ran his finger over my slit not stopping until he got to my clit, nudging it, making my moaning reach another level. ” Oh Malcolm. mmmm.. yess”.

This served as all the encouragement he needed as he began running his caressing his fingers along my slit, gently rubbing his fingers up and down, exerting enough pressure for a finger to caress the inner lips of my pussy, slowly pushing into my wetness.

My breathing became more ragged as his finger swirled around inside me. Our lips met once again, in another greedy lusty kiss. He slipped his finger out, reaching for the waist of my thongs, tearing it down over my hips as I eased to allow him. The flimsy material snapped on the side and he pulled it down one leg leaving it dangling at my knee. His hand now flew back to my pussy, plunging one and now two fingers in. “Yes yes Malcolm” I moaned. His fingers left my pussy again only to creep up to my hood, finding my clit. He began massaging and caressing it with his slick fingers. My moans increased. My fingers clawed at his back. And he bit into my neck as he continued with his assault on my pussy “Ohh.. keep going Malcolm.. yes.. don’t stop” I screamed humping against his hand.

“Oh yeah baby, and its only my finger playing with your clit just imagine me licking, sucking, and biting it.” He whispered huskily while nibbling on my ear, “wait unitl I start licking your slit, bathing in your love juices, as my fingers pump in and out of your hot, wett, juicy pussy, getting you ready to fully accept my cock when I fuck you”

This set me off. Listening to him describe it and just thinking about it sent me over the top. My body tensed as my climax approached “oh God Malcolm.. I’m cumming, yes. Yes. Yesssssss” ..He was looking directly into my eyes. He kept up the pressure on my clit until my orgasm fully hit, I clutched his pant-clad ass pulling his body against mine. and slowly he brought me back down until I was able to breath properly..

“oh Fuck Malcolm” was all I was able to moan

“Still want to get back to work?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye.

“Not a chance!! Not a single chance of that” and my hands flew to his neck, undoing his tie as he assisted me with the shirt buttons. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his chiselled abs and chest. Boy was he hot. I ran my fingers over his chest watching the contrast of my dark fingers on his fair skin. I lowered my head to his pink nipple, quickly biting it, releasing shivers from him. My hands found his pant waist undoing his belt and buttons, tugging his pant and briefs down. His cock sprang free. I took him into my hands, enjoying the silkiness of his white shaft. Wiping the pre-cum of his head, swollen and purple. “I need you first, god how I need you”

“If I only knew you would be like this, I would have done something about it sooner” he murmured into my neck

I pulled pack forcing him to look at me. “You’ve never shown the slightest sexual interest in me.., why now?”

“Well Tara, Sexual Harassment suits are hard to get out of”

“And you think you’re safe now, .. I can still sue you” I said smiling.

He sat down unto his chair and pulled himself forward to me, lowered his head to my pussy and looked up at me mischievously. “Not after this you wouldn’t”

With that said, he moved between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. I could not believe how hot and soft his mouth felt against my womanhood. His tongue found my clitoris and began to dance with it. I lost myself to the incredible sensations I felt as his fingers slowly entering my pussy. Slowly, he began easing his long fingers in and out of me, while his tongue did magical things to my clitoris.

His other hand crept up to my breast and began pinching my nipples with his long pale fingers. I was close to bursting. I was right on the edge of another orgasm. Malcolm was driving me crazy! Then, without warning, I exploded into the mother of all orgasms! I came HARD!!!

I groaned loudly as my orgasm tore through me. I felt a torrent of hot lust gushing out of my pussy as I convulsed on his desk.

Malcolm never slowed down. He kept sucking my clitoris and pounding his fingers in and out of my vagina. My head was in a whir. It was overwhelming

“Oh God Malcolm stop.. STOP.you’ve got to stop.you are driving me crazy…Maaaalllll…” I trail of into a scream as I burst into another mind-blowing Escort orgasm.

I could hear myself moaning and groaning but I could not stop myself. I threw my head from side to side trying to control myself. But I was lost in orgasmic ecstasy. I can’t even begin to imagine how I sounded or looked lying there on the desk in front of him.

He looked up and grinned at me.

“umm you were saying something about a harassment suit” he said quizzically.

“Oh shut up Malcolm” what I wouldn’t give to wipe that smirking smile off his face. “I hope you are prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions though”

Easing myself of the desk, I pushed him back unto the chair and climbed atop him, anxious to feel him buried inside me. Normally after such an experience I would have been totally spent. But I needed him.. I needed to feel his cock in me. I needed to be brought to yet another orgasm. But this time I wanted to feel his hard manliness in me. I moaned as I felt him at my entrance and I began to lower myself, slowly at first, allowing myself to adjust to this pleasant invasion. Slowly, steadily, I lowered myself unto his cock, my juices paving the way for fulfilment as his shaft spread me wide. Malcolm slowly gave a few short strokes bringing moans from deep in my throat. He slightly eased off the chair forcing me to take every inch of his cock. Then he began to pump himself into me, harder and faster with each stroke. My fingernails gripped into his back as he thrust heartily again and again and again. One hand reached for my nipple pinching it sending jolts of electricity shooting through me. I took control and began riding him furiously I could feel myself coming closer to orgasm all the time.

“Oh you feel so fucking good inside of me” I screamed.

My breasts shook wildly. Our pants and moans filled the room. We were aware of nothing but the need to reach complete satisfaction with each other.

“Fuck me baby! Ooooooh yeeeees!!! Ride me with that tight, black pussy of yours!” With his free hand, Malcolm forced my hips down, harder and harder with each stroke, bringing forth screams from me. I could think of nothing but his hard cock slamming into me. My hands flew to my nipples, assaulting them, sending little shocks through my body with each pinch.

His breath was starting to come in rapid gulps, as the pace quickened, the room spun and I cried out as the shockwaves hit me. There was such a powerful explosion from deep inside me and I launched into an amazing climax, my muscles spasming around him as my body shook violently. He took over and slammed him self into me repeatedly, I felt him coming closer and closer. His eyes sought mine as if requesting permission, I nodded yes and Malcolm gave a loud grunt, plunging one more time deep inside me, his body becoming rigid as he came with such a great force inside me. Empting his seed deep within.

I fell forward into his chest, still riding out the after shocks of my orgasm. He held me in a tight embrace as our body cruised back down to their normal pace.

This felt so good. I could not remember the last time, I had anything but my toys inside of me. I looked around me. I didn’t think I would ever be able to come back into this office without remembering today.

“My my my Tara. Consequences like those, I can deal with everyday.”

Was this his way of saying that this wasn’t a one time thing, I thought shifting off him. Oh God! I hope so. Cus he was gooooodd. He was fucking good!!

We gathered our clothes and put them on almost in silence. I could feel his cum oozing out of my pussy, down my thighs, a wonderful reminder of our encounter as I tidied the office. I went over to pick up the Thomas’ file he had dropped earlier. He came up behind me, gently rubbing the nape of my neck with his finger, he turned me around to face him. I was met by a fierce set of lips and tongue and he kissed me, grabbing my ass with his other hand. I felt weak in his hands. Oh Fuck!!.. He was good!! He pulled himself away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Tara”

* * * * ** * * *

I walked through the door to my lonely apartment. My life outside of work was non-existent. My last boyfriend was about six months ago and I’ve more or less avoided going out much since. My friends were limited to those I found online. Checked my phone. No messages. Don’t even know why I bothered to check it.

I had left the office a little while after Malcolm did. After cleaning my self up, there was no way was I able to settle back down to work.

I now walked towards my bedroom, undoing my buttons as I got there. I changed into a loose robe and walked towards my computer. None of my online ‘friends’ were on. I went through my email while grabbing some pizza from the fridge and heating it up. Boy!!. Good Old dinner!!.. I waited around online to see if anyone would come on, but nothing.

I went into the shower, had a nice hot bath. Then headed off to bed. I lay looking at the television in the nude. There was nothing much on TV either. I surfed the channels until I got to an ‘adult channel’. I lay looking at a scene with two ladies and a guy. The scene along with my very own scene earlier got me very aroused pretty fast. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so much. Boy. Was Malcolm good!!

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