The Letter - Part 2
Dear outofstyle_t,
Do you remember my last letter? Do you remember how wet it made you? Do you remember where we left off? I was laying on the desk, pussy facing the boss's chair, whilst you rode my tongue. I bet you just got wet again just thinking about it. So where were we...
I heard the door open but I ignored it. It didn't matter who it was. Your pussy was my main concern. I kept licking and sucking your clit and you kept cumming on my chin.
Our boss just stood there, gaping at us. He is a handsome man, remember? He cleared his throat in an effort to get our attention but we were too absorbed in the moment. Finally he spoke.
"What the hell are you girls doing?"
You answered him by cumming loudly on my face. My juices ran down my legs onto the desk. He walked around the desk and sat in his chair. I can feel the heat from his gaze making my pussy wetter. He leaned down to lick me making my tongue against your clit making you gush again.
My tongue started to go slack against your pussy lips because of the distraction between my legs. You reached behind yourself to tweak one of nipples making me come on our boss' face. He didn't stop licking. He just reached up and smacked you on the ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! You go wetter. He licked me and smacked you. For each orgasm I had he smacked your ass. By then end of ten minutes, you were gushing on my face and I was gushing on his.
He sat up, wiped his face on his handkerchief, the stood and grabbed a hand full of your hair, pulling you backwards into my lap.
"You little slut," he whispered in your ear loud enough for me to hear. "It's not about you anymore." The pain from the extreme hair pulling made your legs quiver as we both struggled to sit up from the awkward position.
He quickly stripped off his suit jacket and pants and ordered us on our knees to suck him. We did as we were told as sat back down in his chair. There we were on our knees, skirts hiked up around our waists, blouses open, hair tousled, looking like complete sluts kneeling there alternating between sucking and licking one man's enormous cock.
Impressed by your deep-throat skills, the boss stood you up, tied your hands behind your back with his belt and ordered you to deep-throat him. The engorged head of his cock called to you, so you complied.
"Yes, boss," you said in a sexy voice. Your arousal was so apparent his cock jumped just before you swallowed it.
He ordered me back to the desk where he fingered my pussy until I gushed all over the cherry wood. I screamed and whimpered and screamed some more. The sounds of my pleasure made you wetter, you wanted to touch and finger your pussy, but that wasn't happening so you just whimpered around his cock and sucked harder and faster. He came suddenly. Cum slammed into the back of your throat. He grabbed your head making you take every last rope that shot out.
"Scoot back," he ordered me. He bent you over the desk so you could lick my pussy again. You grabbed my clit with your teeth just as he slammed into your tight cunt.
"Fuck!" he groaned. "You are so tight, slut." He pounded your pussy. Every time you tried to scream, he just pressed your face into my pussy making me cum screaming. He pulled your hair and your bound hands and rode you as you quivered, cumming on his cock. Back to back, your orgasms rocked you. He pulled your hair to you standing almost upright.
"Did you think I didn't notice those legs? that ass?" he whispered in your ear as you came. "Did you think I wouldn't fuck you until you couldn't walk straight? Did you really think I wouldn't fuck you like the slut you are?"
You finally screamed your pleasure. You thrashed on his cock as he held your arms behind your back. He pulled out and ordered you on your knees. I leaned down to finger your clit and lick your nipples. You came again as he shot ropes of thick cum across your face. The site made me wetter. I wanted to touch myself. I started to tweak my own clit.
"No," he said as you sat on the floor exhausted. He looked at me. His lust hadn't wavered. "You're next."
Awwww, honey. Did that make you wet again? Are panties soaked? Did you even wear them today? Well, the good news is there is a part three. Stay tuned.
- countessjade
Do you remember my last letter? Do you remember how wet it made you? Do you remember where we left off? I was laying on the desk, pussy facing the boss's chair, whilst you rode my tongue. I bet you just got wet again just thinking about it. So where were we...
I heard the door open but I ignored it. It didn't matter who it was. Your pussy was my main concern. I kept licking and sucking your clit and you kept cumming on my chin.
Our boss just stood there, gaping at us. He is a handsome man, remember? He cleared his throat in an effort to get our attention but we were too absorbed in the moment. Finally he spoke.
"What the hell are you girls doing?"
You answered him by cumming loudly on my face. My juices ran down my legs onto the desk. He walked around the desk and sat in his chair. I can feel the heat from his gaze making my pussy wetter. He leaned down to lick me making my tongue against your clit making you gush again.
My tongue started to go slack against your pussy lips because of the distraction between my legs. You reached behind yourself to tweak one of nipples making me come on our boss' face. He didn't stop licking. He just reached up and smacked you on the ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! You go wetter. He licked me and smacked you. For each orgasm I had he smacked your ass. By then end of ten minutes, you were gushing on my face and I was gushing on his.
He sat up, wiped his face on his handkerchief, the stood and grabbed a hand full of your hair, pulling you backwards into my lap.
"You little slut," he whispered in your ear loud enough for me to hear. "It's not about you anymore." The pain from the extreme hair pulling made your legs quiver as we both struggled to sit up from the awkward position.
He quickly stripped off his suit jacket and pants and ordered us on our knees to suck him. We did as we were told as sat back down in his chair. There we were on our knees, skirts hiked up around our waists, blouses open, hair tousled, looking like complete sluts kneeling there alternating between sucking and licking one man's enormous cock.
Impressed by your deep-throat skills, the boss stood you up, tied your hands behind your back with his belt and ordered you to deep-throat him. The engorged head of his cock called to you, so you complied.
"Yes, boss," you said in a sexy voice. Your arousal was so apparent his cock jumped just before you swallowed it.
He ordered me back to the desk where he fingered my pussy until I gushed all over the cherry wood. I screamed and whimpered and screamed some more. The sounds of my pleasure made you wetter, you wanted to touch and finger your pussy, but that wasn't happening so you just whimpered around his cock and sucked harder and faster. He came suddenly. Cum slammed into the back of your throat. He grabbed your head making you take every last rope that shot out.
"Scoot back," he ordered me. He bent you over the desk so you could lick my pussy again. You grabbed my clit with your teeth just as he slammed into your tight cunt.
"Fuck!" he groaned. "You are so tight, slut." He pounded your pussy. Every time you tried to scream, he just pressed your face into my pussy making me cum screaming. He pulled your hair and your bound hands and rode you as you quivered, cumming on his cock. Back to back, your orgasms rocked you. He pulled your hair to you standing almost upright.
"Did you think I didn't notice those legs? that ass?" he whispered in your ear as you came. "Did you think I wouldn't fuck you until you couldn't walk straight? Did you really think I wouldn't fuck you like the slut you are?"
You finally screamed your pleasure. You thrashed on his cock as he held your arms behind your back. He pulled out and ordered you on your knees. I leaned down to finger your clit and lick your nipples. You came again as he shot ropes of thick cum across your face. The site made me wetter. I wanted to touch myself. I started to tweak my own clit.
"No," he said as you sat on the floor exhausted. He looked at me. His lust hadn't wavered. "You're next."
Awwww, honey. Did that make you wet again? Are panties soaked? Did you even wear them today? Well, the good news is there is a part three. Stay tuned.
- countessjade