1. Private Dick


    Date: 3/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Murder, Author: SteveX, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    A phone was ringing; he couldn't hear it, he only felt the vibrations through the desk; all he could hear was his blood in his ears and the faint moaning of the dame who's luscious thighs were currently clamped to his head as his tongue massaged her clit. She relaxed a little, releasing his head, her climax subsiding, the phone now audible but he didn't care about that now; his tongue re-entered her glistening pussy and he went back to work on her. Normally, he didn't take payment-in-kind, but this girl was special. She'd come to him three weeks ago for help; her husband was cheating on her and she wanted to know why, and who with. She'd fluttered her eyelashes at him, tears brimming in her beautiful puppy dog eyes and his heart melted. He desperately needed the cash and he'd given her a fair price for the job at the start, but she'd been left penniless and wanted to repay him for the work he'd done. She stood, her long leg visible through the thigh high slit in her dress. He was trying not to stare, but failed miserably. She moved, causing the dress to shift and her creamy white thigh came into view. His eyes travelled the length of her leg and his mind filled in the blanks at the top. He found his imagination sorely lacking when, ten minutes later she was sat on the edge of his desk, her panties discarded and her dress bunched around her waist as his tongue slowly travelled the length of her smooth, waxed slit. Now, as she writhed on the desk, her manicured nails ...
    scratching into the wood as his tongue performed wonders that her late husband never could, he knew he'd been right not taking cash. Her hand grasped at his hair as her thighs gripped his head, another orgasm sweeping through her as his tongue delved deeper, lapping up her juices as her body went rigid, then relaxed again. He continued his onslaught as she reclined on the desk. He inserted a finger into her tight pussy and she groaned, his tongue still working her clit as he slid in another finger, beckoning her towards another screaming orgasm. He raised his head and massaged her clit with his thumb; she reached down, grabbed hold of his hand and forced him deeper. Breathless guttural moans urging him faster, harder, more, don't stop, no, no, no, yes! She lay on the table, panting; then she sat up and shuffled daintily to the edge of the desk. She pushed him backwards into the office chair as she dismounted and stood, her gorgeous, smooth thighs either side of his hairy ones. She'd performed fellatio on him earlier, draining him and swallowing what he had to offer, and he'd considered the debt paid then, but she'd been neglected for too long and needed satisfying. He'd lifted her onto the desk, removed her panties, and given her three mind blowing orgasms. Now, she stood astride him, holding her dress around her waist. His cock was painfully hard as she lowered herself onto him; his head parting her labia and her tight pussy gripping him as she slowly impaled herself on his cock. She ...
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