His wedding ring against my clit

I was wearing a respectable fitted dress in Prince of Wales check and nice medium heels but I still felt like a slut. I felt the Irishman’s sperm leaking out of my pussy as I sat on the tube. My knickers were wet and my cunt felt a bit sore. Each time I moved in my seat, my pussy told me that I’d just been fucked really hard. I couldn’t get comfortable. My knickers felt sticky, my cunt felt used. Each time I moved I thought either about Ted or Paul. I thought about the cock that had just been inside me or I thought about the cock that was just about to enter me. I felt like such a whore but I couldn’t wait to get to the office.

I settled at my desk and I could see my boss through the door to his office. I knew he was going to call me in soon. I was trying to concentrate on other things, but my pussy was soaking. I felt hornier and hornier the longer he kept me waiting. He called me in, and as I walked into his office he stood up. He showed me the porn he had been looking at on his PC. There was a girl with a flaming heart tattooed over her pussy. “Remind you of anyone?” he asked playfully.

As soon as we kissed he pressed his erection against me. I knew that he wanted me. He told me to take off my dress and helped me unzip it. When I’d stepped out of it he told me to fold it up and leave it on his desk. I stood in front of him for the second time in two days wearing only the lingerie he’d bought for me. Then he put his hand inside my panties. He cupped my cunt in his hand. I could feel his wedding ring pressed hard against my clit. He pushed all of his fingers deep inside me almost immediately. My cunt felt full of his hand, his wedding ring was inside me. I love that feeling. I knew that Ted’s spunk was still inside me, and knowing that Paul’s wedding ring was getting covered with the Irishman’s sperm made me feel good somehow.

I wanted to take out his cock and suck it. I wanted his dick in my mouth, his silky, hot and very hard dick. He dropped his trousers but he still had his hand in my knickers and pushed me onto his desk. I played with his dick and he fingered me, rubbing my clit. He was still wearing his shirt and jacket when I started to cum over his fingers.

Then is cock was in my mouth. He tasted of pussy. He must have fucked his wife before he left his house that morning and he hadn’t showered afterwards. I knew that he’d done this to show me that he was also fucking someone else. I could taste his wife’s cunt on his dick as I sucked his cock. He’d been fucking her about the same time that Ted had been fucking me, so it wasn’t jealousy, it was something more primitive than that. I wanted his cock to taste of my pussy. I wanted his wife to suck his cock and taste my cunt when she went down on him.

I love the taste of pussy. I love to go down on a girl, but it turns me on much more to taste another girl’s cunt on a guy’s dick.

I’d love to watch Paul fuck his wife, watching his dick inside her cunt and I’d love to kiss, lick and suck her clitoris as she’s fucked, but when she orgasms, when she cums all around his cock, it would be just amazing if he’d pull his dick from her pussy and put it in my mouth. I’d love to taste her pussy on his dick as it erupts over my tongue.

I was lying on my back on his desk and Paul was standing in front of me. He pulled off my panties and threw them onto the floor. My boss held my legs up, gripping me around my calves just looking at the way my breasts were wrapped in the corset he’d bought for me and the suspenders that ran to my stockings. He said that he liked the way my underwear framed his view of my cunt. My legs were wide open and he was looking at my pussy. I still felt a bit sore, and I suspect my pussy looked a little bruised, a more livid pink. He teased my clit with his cock at first then he asked, “Have you already been fucked this morning?” I told him that Ted had taken me about an hour earlier. He responded by pushing his dick all the way in with the first thrust.

His cock is big. He has one of the biggest dicks I have ever known. It’s also very thick. It’s why I get so turned on when I know he wants to fuck me. I love the feeling of his cock inside me. I can feel his dick reach my throat. He fucks with nice steady, long and deep strokes. He feels powerful.

Each time he pushed forwards into me, he shunted me across his desk and he had to grab me around my hips and drag my body back towards him. I felt his pubic bone knock against my clit and I felt the end of his cock push against my cervix. At the deepest point his cock would swell against the opening to my womb. The position we were in made it easy for him to tease my clit and help me orgasm again. His thumb played over my clit, but as he started to fuck me faster I took over. I felt my orgasm approaching when he pulled out of my cunt and splashed his sperm over my lingerie, my pussy and my hand. I would have to wear his spunk on my underwear all day and as I was thinking how a second man had marked his territory on my body that morning my climax washed over me.