1. Kiss My Ass (On New Year’s Eve)


    Date: 5/17/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    answered me. My crotch got soaked from spurting juices at the sheer depravity. “Stick it in, you nasty bitch!” she urged with breathless need. “Give my ass a lover’s kiss!” Her ring of muscle parted only slowly, trying to grip my tongue and sliding tightly over it. I pressed with all my force and finally found it engulfed with silky warmth. Her butt cheeks rested on my face, my nose was buried in their cleft, and little tremors told me how much she enjoyed the naughty act. She moaned and reached between her thighs. I moved my tongue in and out, each thrust going easier, and felt her rock against my face in answer to my penetrations. Her moans began to fly, the sweetest purrs and groans of passion. My hands started to knead her pretty butt, and I wiggled my tongue inside her. Her moans rose high in pitch and became little cries, and then she stiffened, reaching back and pulling my head hard against her butt. She came, with long, hard shudders, crying out my name, filling the air around me with the lovely, heady scent of sex, and I held on and licked and wiggled all my worth. When she came down, she pushed me back, slipped back into her panties and her dress and looked me up and down with unbridled amusement. Her lips curled in devious smile. “Finally something that you’re good in.” I gasped and started to retort, but then a wicked gleam in her green eyes for some unfathomable reason made me halt. “You want to come too?” she inquired softly. I answered with a shameful, eager ...
    nod. “I don’t think so.” She brushed a strand of frizzy hair aside that tried to cover my eye. “Not yet. If you’re a good girl though, tonight…” Whatever being “good” might be, she didn’t say. But I was hooked. She knew it, and I knew it, and there was no going back towards that tension-filled denial. Her finger, coated now with my juices and hers, drew a soft, moist line across my cheek. “Keep it there. Join us in ten minutes on the roof,” she ordered in a whisper and giggled airily when all I could do was nod. ***** Ten minutes later, I stepped out onto the roof, grateful that my blush could not be seen in the dim light and praying that the smells of female lust I carried on my face would be covered by the flowing alcohol. Helen stood next to Mortimer and whispered in his ear. My stomach plummeted, but from the corner of her eye, she saw me and crooked a beckoning finger at me. I ambled over, awkwardly trying to lighten my steps. Mortimer, with his greying hair and black designer suit, clapped his hands together when he saw me. “Caroline,” he greeted me, “this is exactly what I’ve been hoping for. I’m so glad you could both settle your disputes.” I paled. Helen hadn’t…? The jingle of a spoon hitting on fragile glass told me she had, and all eyes were suddenly on us. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Mortimer announced, “before we turn over the calendar to a new year, let me present you with a small change in our organization. Starting tomorrow…” He coughed into his hand and winked. ...
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