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Swallowing My Boss's Load Like a Good Little Whore
He didn't even look up from his desk at first. "Lock the door, slut," he growled, leaning back in his chair and unzipping his pants. I did as told, my cheeks burning with shame as I dropped and knelt between his spread legs. His cock was already semi-hard, thick and veiny,. "Suck it, you worthless bitch. Make it quick—I have a meeting." No foreplay, no compliments—just straight to business. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, gagging a bit as he grabbed my hair and shoved my head down, forcing me to take him deep. The musky scent of his balls filled my nostrils as I bobbed like a pro, slurping and choking on his meat while he scrolled through emails on his phone. "Deeper, you cock-hungry whore," he muttered, thrusting up to hit the back of my throat. Tears streamed down my face, ruining my mascara, but I didn't stop. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking out, and worked my hand on his balls, squeezing them just how he likes. It didn't take long—maybe five minutes of me humiliating myself before he grunted, "Swallow it all, cunt," and exploded. Rope after rope of thick, cum flooded my mouth, sliding down my throat as I gulped like a desperate slut. He held my head there until he was done, then pushed me off with a smirk. "Good girl. Now get the fuck out." I stood up, and left without a word, my panties soaked and my dignity in shreds. Back at my desk, I could feel his load settling in my stomach, a constant reminder of what a filthy office toy I'd become.
A Steamy Escape in the Alps: My Boss Takes Control
With one swift motion, he tugged my tights down to my thighs, the fabric stretching and tearing slightly under his urgency. My bare arse was exposed to the cool air for only a moment before I felt the head of his cock, already rock-hard, pressing against my dripping pussy. No foreplay, no teasing—just raw, primal need. He thrust into me hard and fast, his thick cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the table as he pounded into me, each thrust slamming my hips against the wood. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin and my own desperate moans filled the room.
A Filthy Business Trip
Then he shoved me onto the bed, my hands still cuffed behind my back, helpless and fucking loving it. He yanked my knickers down, the PVC sticking to my sweaty skin, and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue was relentless, lapping at my clit, sucking my juices until I was screaming, my hips bucking as I came so hard I saw stars. My cunt was still pulsing when he climbed up, his cock rock-hard and glistening. He fucked me raw, pounding my soaked pussy, the bed creaking as I moaned like a whore. Another orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching around him, milking his cock.
Temptation in the Office
I stepped closer, my heart pounding, and sank to my knees before him. His breath hitched as I reached for his zipper, my fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. The black satin skirt rode up slightly as I moved, the red blouse catching the light. I took my time, savoring the moment, my lips brushing against him in a slow, deliberate dance. His hands found my hair, guiding me gently, a soft groan escaping him as the night stretched into a secret we’d never forget.
Wet Mess in a cheap Hotel
They didn’t give a toss about my gagging, my choking—they laughed, called me a filthy slag, a cock-starved tart, as they pounded my throat till I could barely breathe. My leggings were fucked, the crotch drenched, my fanny lips outlined in the shiny fabric, my clit screaming for relief I couldn’t get. I was their bitch, their plaything, and I was drowning in it, my body trembling with shame and need, my cunt so wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
A Night of Raw Ecstasy
In the room, the air was thick with promise. Hubby’s eyes burned with hunger as he told me to ditch the coat. I let it slide off, revealing the lace and satin clinging to my curves like a lover’s hands. My nipples strained against the basque, and my exposed pussy glistened under the dim lights. “On your knees,” he growled, and I dropped, the carpet rough against my stockings. He pulled out a purple satin scarf, its rich color a stark contrast to my pale getup. He tied it tight over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My senses went wild—the creak of the bed, the musky scent of his arousal, the way my own cunt pulsed with need.
A Sultry Sunday Afternoon
I took my time, giving him the sloppiest, most indulgent blowjob I could manage. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, licking every inch, my gloved hand pumping the base while my mouth worked the tip. The satin made it so smooth, so slick, and the way he moaned told me he was in heaven. I sucked him deeper, my lips stretching around his thickness, letting my saliva drip down his cock, making it messy and wet. I bobbed my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging just a little before pulling back and doing it again. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, but I was in control, setting the pace, drawing it out to drive him insane. “Fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, his voice desperate.
Night out ends with Anal
Exhausted and trembling, I lay face down on the bed, wrists and ankles still bound tightly to the bedposts, the gag muffling my ragged breaths. My arse gaped wide, slick and overflowing with my husband’s warm spunk, a sticky testament to our wild abandon. He rose silently, leaving me helpless and exposed, the cool air brushing against my sensitive skin as he headed to clean up. For twenty agonizing minutes, he was gone, fetching drinks for us, while I remained tethered, my body aching and vulnerable. The anticipation of his return mingled with the raw thrill of my predicament, leaving me suspended in a haze of submission and desir
A Filthy Morning Fuck and a Day of Dripping Desire
His tongue dove in, lapping at my swollen clit like a starving man. I moaned, my hands gripping the counter, the satin skirt bunching higher as I arched into his mouth. The blouse clung to me, the glossy fabric sliding against my skin as my tits heaved with every ragged breath. He sucked my clit, his tongue flicking and circling, eating my pussy like it was his last meal. My stocking legs trembled, the lace tops digging into my thighs as I bucked against his face. “Fuck, yes, eat me,” I groaned, my voice slutty and desperate. The pleasure built fast, my cunt clenching as he tongue-fucked me, and I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy ripped through me, my satin blouse sticking to my sweaty skin.
Wild Night at the Club
In the grimy stall, I dropped to my knees, the cold tile biting through my tights. Jake leaned against the wall, his eyes burning as I unzipped Leather Jacket’s pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already hard. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, moaning as he filled me. I sucked hard, sloppy, my head bobbing, spit dripping down my chin. He groaned, grabbing my hair, fucking my throat while Jake watched, stroking himself through his jeans. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” Jake muttered,
Intense BDSM 3some
The dark-eyed one stalked behind me. “Fucking dripping already,” he said his fingers plunging into my slick cunt, rough, making me gasp. The other knelt in front, his teeth grazing the glossy stockings before biting my inner thighs, hard enough to leave marks. My heels scraped the floor, the ropes biting deeper as I squirmed, helpless and on fire.
Filthy Anal Encounter
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, my arse gaping wider than ever, cum pouring from my wrecked hole, and moved to my face. He ripped the tape off, pulling my soaked knickers from my mouth, and shoved his cock between my lips. “Clean my dick, you nasty slut,” he ordered, and I sucked him eagerly, tasting the musky mix of my arse, his cum, and the other man’s load, my tongue lapping at his shaft as I moaned, the filth of it making my cunt throb again. He fucked my face slow and deep, making me gag, my throat convulsing around him until he was satisfied, pulling out to smear the last of his cum across my lips.
Night of drunken Fun
They weren’t done. They dragged me to the bed, the springs creaking as they positioned me on all fours, my skirt still bunched around my waist, my top hanging loose. Blazer knelt in front of me, unzipping his pants to free himself, his cock hard and glistening as he gripped my hair and shoved himself into my mouth. I gagged at first, the taste of him salty and overwhelming, but he didn’t let up, fucking my throat with the same relentless pace as Smirk took me from behind, his hands slapping my ass hard enough to sting. They spit-roasted me like that, their movements synchronized, one filling my mouth while the other pounded into me, the bed shaking beneath us. Every few minutes they’d switch, Smirk’s rough hands replacing Blazer’s in my hair, Blazer’s thrusts deeper and harder from behind, their groans growing louder as they used me.
Hotel Bondage Session
Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I devoured him. But I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled back, my lips wet and swollen, and grabbed his hand, tugging him down. “Lie on the floor,” I demanded, my voice shaking with urgency. He complied, stretching out on the rug, his cock standing hard and ready as I straddled him.
*A Night of Passion at the Hotel*
he obliged, sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I moaned, my voice muffled by the sheets, my hips rocking back against him as he worked me, his fingers pumping in and out while his tongue continued its assault on my ass.
A Night Out in Black
“Harder,” I begged, nails raking his shoulders, my voice echoing in the alley. He fucked me like he owned me, deep and brutal, the wet slap of our bodies louder than the distant bar noise. I clawed at him, my pussy clenching as he hit every spot, my moans turning to cries. “Fuck, yes—don’t stop—” I gasped, and he didn’t, driving me to the edge until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, legs shaking as I screamed his name.
Hotel Room 3 some
Cum trickled down my legs as I slipped my heels back on, the click of them loud in the quiet room. We left the mess behind—sheets ruined, air thick with sex—and walked out. Through the hotel reception, I strutted, dripping, a slut on full display. Heads turned, whispers followed, but I didn’t care. Hubby’s hand rested on my lower back, possessive, proud, as we crossed the polished floor. My thighs were slick, the evidence of the night seeping out with every step, pooling slightly at the tops of my stockings.
Hotel Hookup: A Filthy Night with Two Suited Studs
e fucks me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounds me, the table creaking under us. I can feel the cum from earlier being pushed deeper inside me, mixing with my wetness as Hubby takes me like he owns me. “You’re such a dirty little whore, letting them cum in you,” he grunts, his hands gripping my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. “But you’re my whore, and I’m gonna add to that mess.” He’s relentless, fucking me so hard I can barely think, my pussy throbbing from the overstimulation but loving every second of it.
Double Cream Pie
his cock was as deep as it could be in my pussy when he shot his load with what felt like a huge spurt of his spunk, he came hard inside me there was so much of it. We kissed and I straightened my satin dress up and got out of his van and into my car which wasn’t far away. I drove home and I could feel his spunk starting to leak out of my pussy and form a wet patch in my tights, I felt very slutty driving home with his cum in my pussy, I hoped Hubby wouldn’t mind.
Birthday Treat
He left me cuffed, gagged and hooded on the bed and went and cleaned himself up. When he got back my pussy was well and truly cream pied he undone the cuffs and just rolled me onto my front. I them felt his tongue start to probe my arsehole and lick it, followed by a finger. When he was satisfied it was nice and relaxed he used some lube and eased in a massive butt plug. He then took the hood off and un-gagged me. I sat up and he handed me a glass of wine, drinking the wine with the butt plug in I knew he had round 2 planned but little did I know what he had planned.
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