1. The Jones Account


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: MarinaC, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    her eyes at the tenderness of his ministrations and soon found his lips on hers. He started out gently at first, romantic even, playfully nipping at her bottom lip. He enveloped her with his mouth and his enthusiasm heightening her delight. She became lost in the sensation. She returned his kisses and raised the intensity to match his as they continued to devour each other’s mouths with a voracious appetite. All sense was lost, and nothing mattered in that moment. He slipped his tongue into her, probing and exploring. Without warning, her fantasy abruptly ended when icy, wet, probing fingers between her cheeks sent a jolt of electric shock through her system. Kristina immediately bolted upright, drawing in a sharp breath and clenching her buttocks in defense against the invader. “Whoa, pretty lady,” the cowboy’s voice came from over her shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you. The lube helps. Trust me darlin.” His southern drawl sounded almost soothing. Kristina was blindsided. She had no idea that Mr. Jones was anywhere in the room, let alone kneeling behind her. Then she saw it. Sitting on the couch next to Mr. Blackwell was a neatly stacked pile of clothes; a pair of blue jeans and a Stetson on top. His boots sat mockingly on the floor within arm’s reach. She was so enraptured in what Mr. Blackwell was doing; she never gave a second thought to Mr. Jones. How could she be so stupid?! She chastised herself. What the hell was she doing here? What on earth did they think they ...
    were doing? Yet again, before reason took hold, Mr. Blackwell started coaxing her back into his web. He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck and pepper it with light kisses, moving up to her ear and seductively nibbling her earlobe. “Easy Kristina.” He spoke softly as if he were talking to a frightened animal. “That's why he's here. He wants you and you're going to let him have you, aren't you?” Eyes closed, her body still under his hypnotic spell, she meekly begged, “Please... No.” Undeterred as if he'd never heard her, he replied, “It won't hurt for long. You'll like it. I know you will. You'll make us both very happy.” Mr. Blackwell's mouth felt divine, assuaging her fears and mollifying her. Reluctantly, but dutifully she reached behind her back and opened herself up to him. She heard the cowboy's voice again, “That's my girl. Now just try to relax, and I'll go slowly. I promise.” Kristina shut her eyes even tighter bracing for the pain to come. She'd never done anything like this before, never contemplated it. She felt dirty, but that feeling was tempered by a sense of curiosity and desire to gratify both men. The first sensation she felt was of the chilled, wet tip of his member as he started to breach her tiny opening. He stopped when he heard her inhale sharply, her body tensing trying to become accustom to his girth. “Relax, baby. It's alright. You're going to be just fine.” The cowboy's voice a calming influence; she nodded her head to signal him to continue. Carefully, ...
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