Bull Jones
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My New Bull Part 9 free porn video
How long can I stare into my closet? Long enough to find something a little sexier than I normally wear to work....I can't believe I am doing this. Ok, white lace bra and matching panties, well you can call them panties but its more like a couple pieces of string and a patch of lace in the front. This morning in the shower I made extra sure to trim my patch of light blonde hair so those panties would cover everything. Next my light grey skirt, a little to short for the office normally and the slit up the back adds a little extra skin of my thigh when I walk. Followed by the skimpiest camisole I own. I will have to be careful and not bend down in front of any at work. Finally covering that with a matching grey blazer. I go down stairs for a cup of coffee and catch my husband as he is walking out the door.
"Have a good day, Brian"
"You too babe" he hesitates by the door and adds "Can we talk about last night later?"
"Sure, later"
I am glad he didn't want to talk about it now. I have to get to work.
Arriving at work, I head straight to my office. My assistant says good morning and hands me a stack of messages and adds that she booked a 3 pm meeting for me.
"Meeting?" I ask.
"Yes the one with Mr. Jenkins, he said you contacted him yesterday and asked if he was free to meet. I hope it is ok I did that?"
"Uhm, yea that's fine, Thank you it had slipped my mind." I reply, trying not to sound flustered.
I finally am able to retreat to my office and close the door and collapse in my chair. A few minutes later my desk phone rings, its my assistant.
"I have a call from Mr. Jenkins, do you want to take or should I take a message. He did say it was important."
"I'll take it, put him through"
"Hello" I say trying to sound calm.
"Hey Kathy, how is my favorite girl today?"
"I am fine, is there a point to this call, or did you have nothing better to do?"
"Oh, ok, I can talk business. That is what I am paying you for, unless you want me to pay you to be my escort? MMM, MMM, MMMMMM the things I would do to you. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you bring me some marketing ideas for our meeting today"
"Well now that I know we have a meeting, I will do my best under this short notice. Where are we meeting?"
"My apartment of course. I will see you at 3....oh by the way did you wear something a little sexier just for me?"
"I tried to pick something out I think you might like."
"Excellent, I will see you at 3. Talk to you later. And don't think about that little hooker role play to much, you need to get your work done."
I glance at my clock 9:30. I need to start brainstorming ideas for the meeting. And for the next 2 and a half hours I stare at my computer screen and all I can think of is pretending to be an escort for DeSean. I see myself in the sluttiest of clothes, highest heels imaginable suitable for a street hooker all they way to the most expensive gowns and jewelry of a high end call girl. All of them ending with DeSean abusing and debasing me in the most nasty of ways. 12:00, maybe a lunch break will help. I walk out of the office into the fresh air to try and clear my head. I walk down by the river and sit on a park bench and people watch for a bit. A young couple holding hands, lots business people passing by, the occasional jogger, a man on crutches with a knee brace. I smile at the old couple walking past holding hands. The man on crutches passes by again and then the idea hits me and I hurry back to the office and dive into my work. In the next two hours I have the outline of a marketing plan that if DeSean likes I can turn over to my team to flesh out more details. Glancing at the clock I see it is 2:45 already. I head out to meet DeSean.
It's a short drive and I pull in front of the building and a valet comes out to take my keys. Walking through the lobby I stop in the restroom to straighten my hair, check my make up. A couple deep breaths later and I am heading for the elevator. I enter and quickly realize I am in the wrong elevator. I need the one across the lobby to the private floors. I quickly cross the lobby to the next elevator and press the button for DeSean.
"Hello"
"Hey, it's me. Buzz me up."
"What do you say?"
"Seriously, DeSean!? Fine. Please buzz me up"
"Good girl. Of course I will buzz you up"
A few seconds later the elevator is rising and the doors open to his apartment.
He is standing in his kitchen in a tank top and basketball shorts. Fuck that man is to gorgeous for his own good, I think to myself.
"Can I get you anything? A drink, something to eat" he asks.
"I don't usually drink at business meetings"
"Ah, well aren't we just all business then." He grabs a cup and pours a generous shot of scotch in a cocktail glass and slides it across the counter to me. "Here, scotch, right?"
I take the cup and place the folder with my ideas on the counter next to the glass. He walks around the counter.
"Here let me take your jacket" he says
And without letting me decide he removes from my shoulders. His finger tips running down the length of my arms as he slides it. Leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He casually throws the coat on the sofa and turns and stares at me. His eyes undressing me as they move up and down my body. I feel myself go flush from his hungry gaze and know my pussy is getting damp.
"Yes much sexier girl. Some skin but not too much. A little daring with the top, personally I think you could have skipped the bra. Turn around and let me see the back."
I do feeling like I am being exhibited and appraised getting ready to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Secretly smiling that he approves of my choices.
"MMMMM, Girl that ASS! That skirt really shows what a piece of work that is."
I don't hear him cross the floor so the contact of his hand slapping my ass comes as a complete surprise and I have to throws my hands forward to the counter to keep from falling forward. I scream a loud OUCH.
"Should I kiss it and make it better, I know how much you liked it the last time."
"NO, can we get to work. I have an idea I want to run past you."
I lay out my materials on the counter and sit down. DeSean takes the stool next to me and leans in close to see what I have brought. I am also keenly aware he is staring down my camisole. For the next half hour I lay out my idea mainly to add Physical Therapy clinics to his gyms in order to broaden his customer base and provide a pipeline of rehabilitated patients the opportunity to stay at the same place and hopefully purchase a membership. Diversification and tap into the growing health care field. When I am finished, I see a broad smile on his face.
"Nice, I like where you are going with this. Its a perfect fit. I have been looking for something to make my gym stand out. You nailed this. I definitely made the right choice picking you. In more ways than one I might add."
"I am glad you liked it. It came to me when I saw this guy today walking with crutches and a leg brace."
"Another drink to celebrate" he says and refills my glass and his. "Cheers"
"Cheers" I can't help but stare into his dark brown eyes. Seeing him be happy with the ideas I presented makes me feel good because I pleased him. I should feel good because I did a good job, but no, it is because I pleased him. I take a long pull from the glass, using the burn of the whiskey to snap me back to reality.
"I like it. I really, really like it. What now?" he asks.
"Well I turn these ideas over to my team and we being work immediately. We will have to do some research to confirm this is a viable idea. Then develop a marketing plan and take a look at your gym and see how this fits in your existing locations. Some concept drawings. Price estimates and go from there"
"Sounds like we are going to be working closely together for a while." He says with a disarming smile. "Did you happen to find out what kind of porn your husband likes?"
I am sure I turned 30 shades of red at the question and downed the rest of my drink.
"As a matter of fact I did find out a few things." I reply
"Your glass is empty, here let me get you a refill and we can go sit on the couch and talk about this, sounds interesting especially since you blushed so hard just now" he said while laughing.
I sat down on the couch and probably intentionally allowed my skirt to ride up dangerously high on my thighs when I crossed my legs. DeSean returns with another glass of whiskey and I proceed to tell him about the previous nights activities. When I finish he sits intently pondering what I just told him.
"Well aren't you the slutty little wife. So you gave your ass to your husband but not to me? We are going to have to take care of that sometime. Did you like feeling that way? Being a sex object for men to use?
"Yes it was a bit freeing, to feel like I could do anything I want sexually and not have anyone judge me. Almost like I became another person. Sort of like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. My Hyde came out last night"
"Maybe you should name your Hyde. Housewife Kathy and Slut Kat."
"Oooh, I think I like that."
"So Kat, I hear you had a threesome last night. Were you a good slut for them, did you take care of them?"
"MMM, yes. I always had a cock in me. I let them use me how ever they wanted. If I wasn't sucking one or both of them the others cock was in me. I even let them dp me one in my pussy and one in my ass, I was a complete whore for them to use. It felt so good being bad."
"Do you want to be bad for me Kat?"
In my head I am thinking yes, I want to be bad, or at least Kat wants to be bad and that's who I am right now.
"Yes I want to be bad for you DeSean. What do you want me to do?"
DeSean reaches for a remote and presses a button. Music starts playing, slow sexy music.
"I want you to dance for me, slowly take those clothes off, be my personal stripper."
I have never done a stripper dance.....Kat has or at least she wouldn't think twice about she would just get up and do it. I stand and do my best strut to the kitchen counter. I grab the whiskey and take a long drink straight from the bottle for some liquid courage. I walk back in front of DeSean and begin to sway to the music. Trying to remember moves I had seen in movies. Gyrating my hips, tossing my hair, running my hands up and down my body. I slowly lift my top over my head and throw it to the side. I never stop moving and reach around to undo my skirt. I slowly push it down over my hips and bend at the waist until it reaches the floor then hook it with a foot and fling it across the room. Next I go to work on my bra. Sliding the straps off my shoulders before reaching behind and undoing the clasps. Holding it in place before casually letting it fall. I try and make lots of eye contact and start playing with my tits. Massaging and playing with my nipples all the while moving with the music. I dance my way across the floor to the counter again and grab the bottle and walk back to DeSean on the couch. I straddle his lap and take another drink from the bottle but do not swallow. I tilt my head to his lips and kiss his full lips, his mouth opens to accept my tongue and I let the burning liquid fall from my mouth to his. I back out of his lap and return to dancing, I turn away from him bend at the waist and slowly peel my thong down my legs. When they are on the floor I I reach around and spread my ass cheeks to give him a good view of my tight hole and my wet pussy.
"You ever get tired of Marketing you could make a whole lot of money dancing." he says.
I release my cheeks and begin to stand up.
"No stay bent over, I love checking out that amazing ass."
Just as he finishes saying that I hear him lean forward, and then he slaps my ass twice in quick succession. The stinging is immediate and the momentum from his hand makes me take a couple steps forward to maintain my balance. I rub my stinging ass with my palms.
"Back up where you were before and bend over again" he tells me
Dreading more smacks are coming I do it anyway. I feel his hand reach out and rub my ass where he spanked it followed by his lips trailing kisses, his hand rubbing again. SMACK SMACK. Harder this time sending me forward again.
"If you keep running away we are going to have to find a different way" he tells me.
I feel him grab my wrist and he pulls me over to the wall of windows and places my hands on the glass, bending me at the waist and pushing my feet back.
"There we go. Now your ass is presented to me the right way." he says from behind me.
SMACK.
"UGH" I grunt between clenched teeth.
Hand again, soothing my tender ass cheeks. His finger sliding between them rubbing my tight bud. Pleasure replaces pain. His finger slides lower and grazes my pussy, spreading my lips apart before entering my soaked pussy his finger going deep and I moan loudly. Withdrawing from me his slick finger moves back to my ass and he uses the lubrication to push his meaty finger deep with my ass. Another moan leaves my lips and I concentrate on relaxing my ass to accept his finger in my tight opening. He withdraws his finger and I push my ass back wanting him to keep it in me.
He whispers in my ear, "Are you wet from the spanking or from dancing for me?"
I don't answer immediately and after a second or two passes, SMACK.
"OWWWW" I scream
His mouth is on my ass again. Soothing, kissing, licking. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue flicks the sensitive skin.
"Oh, I had better stop spanking you or your husband might notice strange hand prints on your ass."
I worry he isn't joking, how would I ever explain that. DeSean stands behind me and I hear him remove his clothes, then his hard cock is rubbing along my pussy, teasing me, slapping my clit. He begins to push in but stops about an inch in and withdraws. More teasing, then he is back in, again just an inch before withdrawing.
"Damnit DeSean, stop teasing and fuck me!" I say feeling frustrated.
"Haha, Kat wants my cock. Kat the woman who just want her sexual gratification. Kat the woman who wants a big cock in her pussy so she can come over and over for the sheer pleasure of it. Kat the slut. Tell me Kat, what do you want?"
Without a thought I say, "Fuck me, fuck your slut. I want to cum all over your beautiful cock. Fuck me and make me your whore."
I scream as DeSean shoves his entire cock in to me, impaling me and almost lifts me off my feet with the force of it. His assualt never changes. Hard deep strokes, each one pushes me a little forward and soon I am pinned between the windows and his body. As soon as I adjust to his size I cum all over his cock.
"OH GOD, yesssssss, yes, yes, yes, I am fucking cumming!!!!"
How long he kept this up I am not sure but the relentless fucking had me cumming every five minutes or so. Sweat covered my body from head to toe. My voice was getting hoarse from moaning and screaming each time I came. He finally stops but keeps me pinned to the wall. My breathing so ragged I feel like I could pass out.
DeSean whispers in my ear ,"I wonder how many people are looking out the windows of the buildings near by and watching you get fucked like a common whore for all to see. Kat doesn't care though does she. She just wants to get fucked. Do you care that others might be watching Kat?"
"No, I just want your fat cock inside of me."
"Hell you're probably hoping I will offer you up to all who might be watching. Would you like that Kat?"
The idea runs through my head and for a brief instant I almost say yes.
"No, no I just want your cock."
"You thought about it didn't you, even if just for a minute, you thought about it."
He pulls me away from the windows and bends me over the back of the couch, then lines his massive black pole and commences to fucking me again shoving his thumb in my ass while he fucks me.
"Oh fuck your ass is tight, how are you ever going to take my cock in there? Do you feel like total slut right now, like two guys are using you?
"Yes, baby. God damn that feels so good, so full. Oh shit!!"
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass one day. Tell me want this big black cock buried deep in your ass."
"UGH, yes I want your big black cock fucking my slutty ass. Yes, yes, yes!! Oh shit, oh shit, fuck yesssss, I am cumming again!!!"
Right after I cum, DeSean pulls out of me, grabs a hand full of my hair yanks me back and forces me to my knees. where he proceeds to cum all over my face. Shooting gooey streams on my face, in my hair, and my neck. When he finally stops he presses his cock against my lips and pushes it into my mouth.
"God Kat that was good. You are such a good fuck. Now clean my cock. Suck the lasts drops out of me. Ohhhhhh, damn that feels good. Don't move, stay on the floor."
He walks over to his shorts and fumbles around in the pocket. When he returns he has his phone and starts taking pictures of me.
"Smile Kat, you good little slut."
"Those had better never leave your phone"
"No just for my personal enjoyment, babe"
I tell him I am going to go take a shower and get cleaned up. When I step out of the shower he is waiting for me with my clothes at the bed.
"You ok? Are you good with everything that happened?" he asks.
"Didn't it sound like I was ok, I can barely talk."
"I have something for you."
"What is it?" I ask.
"Just turn around and bend over the bed, grab your cheeks and spread them."
I do as he asks and feel DeSean pressing something against my ass, he slowly presses it in, pushing and turning, stretching me. Till finally it pops into my ass. It feels like the biggest thing I have ever had up there.
"Ok, like I said we need to start getting that ass ready for me. Leave that in till you get home. Put it back in before you come to see me again."
I leave it in and dress. It is a bit uncomfortable but I soon become accustomed to it. At least until I hop in my car and sit down. The valet gave me quite a look when I grunted as I sat. I tried to play it off and drove away as soon as I could, heading home for some more guilt ridden time with Brian.
"Have a good day, Brian"
"You too babe" he hesitates by the door and adds "Can we talk about last night later?"
"Sure, later"
I am glad he didn't want to talk about it now. I have to get to work.
Arriving at work, I head straight to my office. My assistant says good morning and hands me a stack of messages and adds that she booked a 3 pm meeting for me.
"Meeting?" I ask.
"Yes the one with Mr. Jenkins, he said you contacted him yesterday and asked if he was free to meet. I hope it is ok I did that?"
"Uhm, yea that's fine, Thank you it had slipped my mind." I reply, trying not to sound flustered.
I finally am able to retreat to my office and close the door and collapse in my chair. A few minutes later my desk phone rings, its my assistant.
"I have a call from Mr. Jenkins, do you want to take or should I take a message. He did say it was important."
"I'll take it, put him through"
"Hello" I say trying to sound calm.
"Hey Kathy, how is my favorite girl today?"
"I am fine, is there a point to this call, or did you have nothing better to do?"
"Oh, ok, I can talk business. That is what I am paying you for, unless you want me to pay you to be my escort? MMM, MMM, MMMMMM the things I would do to you. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you bring me some marketing ideas for our meeting today"
"Well now that I know we have a meeting, I will do my best under this short notice. Where are we meeting?"
"My apartment of course. I will see you at 3....oh by the way did you wear something a little sexier just for me?"
"I tried to pick something out I think you might like."
"Excellent, I will see you at 3. Talk to you later. And don't think about that little hooker role play to much, you need to get your work done."
I glance at my clock 9:30. I need to start brainstorming ideas for the meeting. And for the next 2 and a half hours I stare at my computer screen and all I can think of is pretending to be an escort for DeSean. I see myself in the sluttiest of clothes, highest heels imaginable suitable for a street hooker all they way to the most expensive gowns and jewelry of a high end call girl. All of them ending with DeSean abusing and debasing me in the most nasty of ways. 12:00, maybe a lunch break will help. I walk out of the office into the fresh air to try and clear my head. I walk down by the river and sit on a park bench and people watch for a bit. A young couple holding hands, lots business people passing by, the occasional jogger, a man on crutches with a knee brace. I smile at the old couple walking past holding hands. The man on crutches passes by again and then the idea hits me and I hurry back to the office and dive into my work. In the next two hours I have the outline of a marketing plan that if DeSean likes I can turn over to my team to flesh out more details. Glancing at the clock I see it is 2:45 already. I head out to meet DeSean.
It's a short drive and I pull in front of the building and a valet comes out to take my keys. Walking through the lobby I stop in the restroom to straighten my hair, check my make up. A couple deep breaths later and I am heading for the elevator. I enter and quickly realize I am in the wrong elevator. I need the one across the lobby to the private floors. I quickly cross the lobby to the next elevator and press the button for DeSean.
"Hello"
"Hey, it's me. Buzz me up."
"What do you say?"
"Seriously, DeSean!? Fine. Please buzz me up"
"Good girl. Of course I will buzz you up"
A few seconds later the elevator is rising and the doors open to his apartment.
He is standing in his kitchen in a tank top and basketball shorts. Fuck that man is to gorgeous for his own good, I think to myself.
"Can I get you anything? A drink, something to eat" he asks.
"I don't usually drink at business meetings"
"Ah, well aren't we just all business then." He grabs a cup and pours a generous shot of scotch in a cocktail glass and slides it across the counter to me. "Here, scotch, right?"
I take the cup and place the folder with my ideas on the counter next to the glass. He walks around the counter.
"Here let me take your jacket" he says
And without letting me decide he removes from my shoulders. His finger tips running down the length of my arms as he slides it. Leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He casually throws the coat on the sofa and turns and stares at me. His eyes undressing me as they move up and down my body. I feel myself go flush from his hungry gaze and know my pussy is getting damp.
"Yes much sexier girl. Some skin but not too much. A little daring with the top, personally I think you could have skipped the bra. Turn around and let me see the back."
I do feeling like I am being exhibited and appraised getting ready to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Secretly smiling that he approves of my choices.
"MMMMM, Girl that ASS! That skirt really shows what a piece of work that is."
I don't hear him cross the floor so the contact of his hand slapping my ass comes as a complete surprise and I have to throws my hands forward to the counter to keep from falling forward. I scream a loud OUCH.
"Should I kiss it and make it better, I know how much you liked it the last time."
"NO, can we get to work. I have an idea I want to run past you."
I lay out my materials on the counter and sit down. DeSean takes the stool next to me and leans in close to see what I have brought. I am also keenly aware he is staring down my camisole. For the next half hour I lay out my idea mainly to add Physical Therapy clinics to his gyms in order to broaden his customer base and provide a pipeline of rehabilitated patients the opportunity to stay at the same place and hopefully purchase a membership. Diversification and tap into the growing health care field. When I am finished, I see a broad smile on his face.
"Nice, I like where you are going with this. Its a perfect fit. I have been looking for something to make my gym stand out. You nailed this. I definitely made the right choice picking you. In more ways than one I might add."
"I am glad you liked it. It came to me when I saw this guy today walking with crutches and a leg brace."
"Another drink to celebrate" he says and refills my glass and his. "Cheers"
"Cheers" I can't help but stare into his dark brown eyes. Seeing him be happy with the ideas I presented makes me feel good because I pleased him. I should feel good because I did a good job, but no, it is because I pleased him. I take a long pull from the glass, using the burn of the whiskey to snap me back to reality.
"I like it. I really, really like it. What now?" he asks.
"Well I turn these ideas over to my team and we being work immediately. We will have to do some research to confirm this is a viable idea. Then develop a marketing plan and take a look at your gym and see how this fits in your existing locations. Some concept drawings. Price estimates and go from there"
"Sounds like we are going to be working closely together for a while." He says with a disarming smile. "Did you happen to find out what kind of porn your husband likes?"
I am sure I turned 30 shades of red at the question and downed the rest of my drink.
"As a matter of fact I did find out a few things." I reply
"Your glass is empty, here let me get you a refill and we can go sit on the couch and talk about this, sounds interesting especially since you blushed so hard just now" he said while laughing.
I sat down on the couch and probably intentionally allowed my skirt to ride up dangerously high on my thighs when I crossed my legs. DeSean returns with another glass of whiskey and I proceed to tell him about the previous nights activities. When I finish he sits intently pondering what I just told him.
"Well aren't you the slutty little wife. So you gave your ass to your husband but not to me? We are going to have to take care of that sometime. Did you like feeling that way? Being a sex object for men to use?
"Yes it was a bit freeing, to feel like I could do anything I want sexually and not have anyone judge me. Almost like I became another person. Sort of like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. My Hyde came out last night"
"Maybe you should name your Hyde. Housewife Kathy and Slut Kat."
"Oooh, I think I like that."
"So Kat, I hear you had a threesome last night. Were you a good slut for them, did you take care of them?"
"MMM, yes. I always had a cock in me. I let them use me how ever they wanted. If I wasn't sucking one or both of them the others cock was in me. I even let them dp me one in my pussy and one in my ass, I was a complete whore for them to use. It felt so good being bad."
"Do you want to be bad for me Kat?"
In my head I am thinking yes, I want to be bad, or at least Kat wants to be bad and that's who I am right now.
"Yes I want to be bad for you DeSean. What do you want me to do?"
DeSean reaches for a remote and presses a button. Music starts playing, slow sexy music.
"I want you to dance for me, slowly take those clothes off, be my personal stripper."
I have never done a stripper dance.....Kat has or at least she wouldn't think twice about she would just get up and do it. I stand and do my best strut to the kitchen counter. I grab the whiskey and take a long drink straight from the bottle for some liquid courage. I walk back in front of DeSean and begin to sway to the music. Trying to remember moves I had seen in movies. Gyrating my hips, tossing my hair, running my hands up and down my body. I slowly lift my top over my head and throw it to the side. I never stop moving and reach around to undo my skirt. I slowly push it down over my hips and bend at the waist until it reaches the floor then hook it with a foot and fling it across the room. Next I go to work on my bra. Sliding the straps off my shoulders before reaching behind and undoing the clasps. Holding it in place before casually letting it fall. I try and make lots of eye contact and start playing with my tits. Massaging and playing with my nipples all the while moving with the music. I dance my way across the floor to the counter again and grab the bottle and walk back to DeSean on the couch. I straddle his lap and take another drink from the bottle but do not swallow. I tilt my head to his lips and kiss his full lips, his mouth opens to accept my tongue and I let the burning liquid fall from my mouth to his. I back out of his lap and return to dancing, I turn away from him bend at the waist and slowly peel my thong down my legs. When they are on the floor I I reach around and spread my ass cheeks to give him a good view of my tight hole and my wet pussy.
"You ever get tired of Marketing you could make a whole lot of money dancing." he says.
I release my cheeks and begin to stand up.
"No stay bent over, I love checking out that amazing ass."
Just as he finishes saying that I hear him lean forward, and then he slaps my ass twice in quick succession. The stinging is immediate and the momentum from his hand makes me take a couple steps forward to maintain my balance. I rub my stinging ass with my palms.
"Back up where you were before and bend over again" he tells me
Dreading more smacks are coming I do it anyway. I feel his hand reach out and rub my ass where he spanked it followed by his lips trailing kisses, his hand rubbing again. SMACK SMACK. Harder this time sending me forward again.
"If you keep running away we are going to have to find a different way" he tells me.
I feel him grab my wrist and he pulls me over to the wall of windows and places my hands on the glass, bending me at the waist and pushing my feet back.
"There we go. Now your ass is presented to me the right way." he says from behind me.
SMACK.
"UGH" I grunt between clenched teeth.
Hand again, soothing my tender ass cheeks. His finger sliding between them rubbing my tight bud. Pleasure replaces pain. His finger slides lower and grazes my pussy, spreading my lips apart before entering my soaked pussy his finger going deep and I moan loudly. Withdrawing from me his slick finger moves back to my ass and he uses the lubrication to push his meaty finger deep with my ass. Another moan leaves my lips and I concentrate on relaxing my ass to accept his finger in my tight opening. He withdraws his finger and I push my ass back wanting him to keep it in me.
He whispers in my ear, "Are you wet from the spanking or from dancing for me?"
I don't answer immediately and after a second or two passes, SMACK.
"OWWWW" I scream
His mouth is on my ass again. Soothing, kissing, licking. His hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue flicks the sensitive skin.
"Oh, I had better stop spanking you or your husband might notice strange hand prints on your ass."
I worry he isn't joking, how would I ever explain that. DeSean stands behind me and I hear him remove his clothes, then his hard cock is rubbing along my pussy, teasing me, slapping my clit. He begins to push in but stops about an inch in and withdraws. More teasing, then he is back in, again just an inch before withdrawing.
"Damnit DeSean, stop teasing and fuck me!" I say feeling frustrated.
"Haha, Kat wants my cock. Kat the woman who just want her sexual gratification. Kat the woman who wants a big cock in her pussy so she can come over and over for the sheer pleasure of it. Kat the slut. Tell me Kat, what do you want?"
Without a thought I say, "Fuck me, fuck your slut. I want to cum all over your beautiful cock. Fuck me and make me your whore."
I scream as DeSean shoves his entire cock in to me, impaling me and almost lifts me off my feet with the force of it. His assualt never changes. Hard deep strokes, each one pushes me a little forward and soon I am pinned between the windows and his body. As soon as I adjust to his size I cum all over his cock.
"OH GOD, yesssssss, yes, yes, yes, I am fucking cumming!!!!"
How long he kept this up I am not sure but the relentless fucking had me cumming every five minutes or so. Sweat covered my body from head to toe. My voice was getting hoarse from moaning and screaming each time I came. He finally stops but keeps me pinned to the wall. My breathing so ragged I feel like I could pass out.
DeSean whispers in my ear ,"I wonder how many people are looking out the windows of the buildings near by and watching you get fucked like a common whore for all to see. Kat doesn't care though does she. She just wants to get fucked. Do you care that others might be watching Kat?"
"No, I just want your fat cock inside of me."
"Hell you're probably hoping I will offer you up to all who might be watching. Would you like that Kat?"
The idea runs through my head and for a brief instant I almost say yes.
"No, no I just want your cock."
"You thought about it didn't you, even if just for a minute, you thought about it."
He pulls me away from the windows and bends me over the back of the couch, then lines his massive black pole and commences to fucking me again shoving his thumb in my ass while he fucks me.
"Oh fuck your ass is tight, how are you ever going to take my cock in there? Do you feel like total slut right now, like two guys are using you?
"Yes, baby. God damn that feels so good, so full. Oh shit!!"
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass one day. Tell me want this big black cock buried deep in your ass."
"UGH, yes I want your big black cock fucking my slutty ass. Yes, yes, yes!! Oh shit, oh shit, fuck yesssss, I am cumming again!!!"
Right after I cum, DeSean pulls out of me, grabs a hand full of my hair yanks me back and forces me to my knees. where he proceeds to cum all over my face. Shooting gooey streams on my face, in my hair, and my neck. When he finally stops he presses his cock against my lips and pushes it into my mouth.
"God Kat that was good. You are such a good fuck. Now clean my cock. Suck the lasts drops out of me. Ohhhhhh, damn that feels good. Don't move, stay on the floor."
He walks over to his shorts and fumbles around in the pocket. When he returns he has his phone and starts taking pictures of me.
"Smile Kat, you good little slut."
"Those had better never leave your phone"
"No just for my personal enjoyment, babe"
I tell him I am going to go take a shower and get cleaned up. When I step out of the shower he is waiting for me with my clothes at the bed.
"You ok? Are you good with everything that happened?" he asks.
"Didn't it sound like I was ok, I can barely talk."
"I have something for you."
"What is it?" I ask.
"Just turn around and bend over the bed, grab your cheeks and spread them."
I do as he asks and feel DeSean pressing something against my ass, he slowly presses it in, pushing and turning, stretching me. Till finally it pops into my ass. It feels like the biggest thing I have ever had up there.
"Ok, like I said we need to start getting that ass ready for me. Leave that in till you get home. Put it back in before you come to see me again."
I leave it in and dress. It is a bit uncomfortable but I soon become accustomed to it. At least until I hop in my car and sit down. The valet gave me quite a look when I grunted as I sat. I tried to play it off and drove away as soon as I could, heading home for some more guilt ridden time with Brian.
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