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Pulling into a parking spot, Lucy checked her make up in the visor mirror. She wanted to be certain everything was perfect when she surprised John at his desk. Especially the deep crimson on her luscious lips. Pleased with her appearance, she stepped out of the car, letting the cool Autumn air rush over her for a moment.

Getting into the office building and making her way to John’s cubicle was simple enough. Dressed as she was, she fit right in, almost. A tight, white short sleeve blouse, black skirt and matching heels were proper office attire. Though, the blouse had one too many buttons open, the skirt was an inch too short, and the heels an inch to high to be appropriate. But apart from a few second glances from men and women roaming the halls, no one noticed her. She walked through the halls like she belonged there and knew where she was going, and so that’s what everyone who saw her thought of her.

Once she reached the hall near John’s cube, she had to pace back a forth for a moment, but it wasn’t too long before an opportunity presented itself. An older man with a limp was carrying a box and was headed into the same office suite where John worked.

“Here, let me get that for you,” she said, offering him a kind smile as he struggled to hold the box, swipe his badge, and open the door at the same time.

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile of his own as she held the door for him, and then followed him through.

Before long, their paths parted and Lucy made her way to John’s cubicle. Once she was there, she paused to look at him for a moment. With his back to her and his suit jacket d****d over the chair she couldn’t see much more of him than his short brown hair and strong shoulders beneath his dress shirt. And his neck, immediately she wanted to lean over and kiss his neck, but she held off.

A wave of nervousness swept through her as she stood there. So far all she had done was walk into his office, but now, standing there, the risks of what she wanted weighed on her. But at the same time she could feel that little knot inside her, that need that had sprung up this morning when he left for work. It was growing inside her as she looked at him, blossoming into a warmth that would drive her crazy if left untended.

Leaning over, she whispered into his ear, “Hello handsome.”

John jumped a bit in shock, spinning his chair around at the sound of Lucy’s exotic voice. “Baby, what are you doing here?” he asked, surprise and excitement painted on his face. “How did you get in?”

Giving him a wicked grin, she leaned forward, her grin growing when she noticed his eyes dart down to stare down her open blouse to her full breasts. “I was hungry, and thought you might be too,” she told him before giving him a soft kiss.

Sighing at her kiss, he pulled her further into his cube. Even though most of the office was still at lunch, John had already eaten his, and he told her as much.

“I know,” she said leaning forward more, her hot breath tickling his earlobe before giving it a nip. “I already ate as well. I was hoping you’d be up for dessert.”

Backing away, she looked into his blue eyes and found her lust mirrored there, a smirk on her lover’s lips. “Always,” he whispered to her. “We just have to be careful.” Pulling her back down, her kissed her roughly, his passion growing quickly at the thought of being with the gorgeous woman in his arms.

When Lucy finally broke their kiss, she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth, staring him in the eyes for a moment, and then crouched down a bit. Letting go over his lip, she bit her own, her white teeth standing out against her blood red lips. Then, with her arms on John’s chair, she spun the two of them around until she sink between his legs underneath his desk.

Looking down at her beautiful face, John could feel himself growing hard. As his manhood swelled, it pushed against his pants, sending small ripples of pleasure through his body as he waited to see what Lucy would do next.

He didn’t have to wait long, soon she began to rub her hands up and down his thighs slowly. Her eyes and grin lit up as her hand ran over the bulge in his pants. With her hand cupped around the long bulge, she stroked his hardness for a moment before reaching up to undo his belt. With his jacket sitting on the back of the chair, Lucy’s movements and John’s backside were well hidden from anyone's view. Taking advantage of this, she completely slid down his pants and briefs.

Kissing up his thighs, she paused for a lick and nibble as she took his cock in her hands. “Mmmmm, yummy,” she sighed. Then smiling up at him, she added, “Think it needs a kiss.”

John stifled a moan as her soft hands gripped his cock. Reaching down with one hand, he guided her head forward to kiss a small drop of precum off the head. With every kiss and every faint touch of her fingers, he could feel himself swelling further. His head dropped back on the chair as she slowly drew the head of his cock between your red lips. The wet, softness of her mouth surrounding the tip of his cock. But he soon pulled his head back up so he could look down at her, hiding beneath his desk, the top of his dick in her mouth as she quietly sucked on it.

"Such a good fuck toy", he mouthed silently to her when she looked up at him from between his legs.

Lucy smiled around his cock before using her lips to pull him deeper into her mouth. The farther she sucked him in the harder his beautiful pink cock became. Her tongue swirled the tip playfully as her right hand reached up to massage his already tightening balls. He loudly exhaled in pleasure. Hearing that sound made her tingle in all the right places. The warmth from early was growing along with John’s cock, and she could feel herself getting wet which only magnified the sensitivity of her swollen clit. A small moan escaped her lips and she froze for a quick moment.

Certain that no one heard, she pulled him into her mouth completely, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She kept her head still, using her mouth and tongue to suck him intensely. John’s hand gripped the back of her head as he faintly whimpered.

Lucy loved watching him struggle to look at her as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She moved her mouth back up to the tip and slid down on him again and again. Her movements were unrelenting and she was getting to the point of not caring who heard or saw them.

With his hand in her hair he gripped her tightly, slowing her movements. Looking her in the eyes, John gave Lucy a look that told her that she had better keep it quiet. As if testing him, she pushed her mouth down till he could feel the head of his cock hit her throat. Then she tightened her lips around the shaft, pressed her tongue against the underside and drew up slowly. The pleasure was incredible -- almost agonizing -- and suddenly John was the one struggling to stay quiet.

When Lucy reached the top she pulled off and gave the tip a kiss while her hand slowly stroked the wet shaft. John’s hips rocked and bucked in the chair, his cock aching for more. Then remembering where he was, John glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to have noticed anything was out of the ordinary. However, his eyes caught on the clock.

Oh Shit!

Looking at the time, John suddenly realized he was late for a conference call. Looking back down at Lucy he took her face in his hands trying to stop her head as it bobbed on the tip of his cock. She looked back up at him questioningly, her bright red lips wrapped around the upper half of his swollen head, the flared crown just beneath her lips as if waiting to slip inside her.

"You have to stop," he whispered, so faint that she had to read his lips. "I have a meeting."

John could feel her tongue brush back and forth across the tip, collecting a tiny taste of his precum, as she shook her head.

"But I have to call into the meeting," he mouthed silently, "I have to."

This time her head moved up and down, nodding as a sly smile reached her eyes.

John’s heart began to beat even faster as he realized what Lucy was telling him. He looked back down at her, dumbfounded for a moment, his hands slipping from her long brown hair without realizing it.

Am I seriously considering this?

With her head free from his hands, Lucy dove back onto his cock, her skilled tongue attacking the nerves of his sensitive head before sucking him hard into her mouth. A trace of precum hitting her taste buds as John pushed against her mouth.

Yes, John realized. Yes I am.

Slipping his headset on, John let out a low groan as Lucy wrapped her thumb and finger around his shaft and stroked up and down as her head bobbed in his lap.

"John, you ok?" came a voice from the cube next to him.

"I, umm, yeah, I just realized I was late for a conference call."

A chuckle was the only response he got as he dialed into the meeting. Suddenly, Lucy’s mouth was gone from his cock, but as he was dialing into the meeting he had no way to see what she was up to.

"Hi, yes, this is John," Lucy heard him say as he joined the meeting. Beneath his desk she continued to stroke his cock with her hand, causing my eyes to roll back as the presentation slides appear on my laptop.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I looked over them. Questions?!" John’s voice jumped at the end as Lucy’s tongue suddenly reappeared on his balls, her thumb running over his slick head.

"Umm, yes, I had a question but need you to to go back some..."

Her mouth left his balls and as the presentation scrolled back a few slides, he could feel her hot mouth latch onto his head again before humming quietly; her tongue vibrating on the sensitive spot on the bottom of the head.

"Oh! That's the spot," John said, "I mean the slide, that's the slide I had a question about."

Lucy desperately tried to stifle a giggle as she took him deep into her wet mouth again. She couldn't stop smiling against him and she could tell it was compromising her technique. Although, it didn't seem to be compromising her goal.

She flattened her wide tongue against his shaft as she moved back up to the tip, flicking it softly before nibbling her way back down. Lucy wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of John’s cock once more, giving a gentle squeeze as her mouth continued it's greedy manipulations. Her other hand rested on his strong thigh to help her balance as her movements became more pronounced. Droplets of precum seeped out and tantalized her taste buds. Oh, how she loved that taste. She wanted more; in fact, she wanted a lot more. She wanted John to cum -- hard.

Somehow John managed to ask a coherent question about the what was on the screen. Fortunately, he already understood it, so he didn’t really care about the answer. He just wanted to delay the meeting while he enjoyed the amazing feeling of his girlfriend worshiping his manhood.

Putting his headset back on mute, he leaned back, hardly listening to the presentation as Lucy’s wonderful mouth worshipped his throbbing manhood. He tried to control his breathing as best he could, taking long slow breaths to prevent himself from gasping. He could tell she was getting him close and when he couldn’t take much more John began to buck up into her mouth, letting Lucy know how badly he needed to cum.

Lucy loved the feeling of his hips bucking into her face, almost uncontrollably. Watching John as his head fell back, his blue eyes still on hers, biting his lip to keep from making any sound. She broke eye contact and moved both hands to his balls. They were completely full and so tight, she knew he was about to explode. She firmly squeezed them in one hand, the other rested on his knee again. Lucy swallowed him deep, her wet mouth tightening around the rigid shaft, the swollen red tip bouncing against her throat as her mouth moved faster.

Both of his hands were in her hair now and when she looked up at him she saw that his eyes were closed. There was a look of agony and strain on his face as he fought to stay quiet. John’s mouth was open wide and she could hear his shallow breathing. Her only thought now was to give him pure pleasure and devour him in the process.

John’s fingers threaded through her beautiful brown hair, the feel of it on his skin added to the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. He tightened his hands in order to hold Lucy’s head still as his hips thrusted his straining cock into her, fucking beautiful face. Her hands moved to both of his thighs to brace herself and John could feel her nails digging into his flesh, spurring him on.

The sound of the meeting in his ears was lost in the moment, his head felt like it was about to explode. Nothing else around him mattered in the least. Then, without warning, he started to cum. The sudden release caused John to bend forward, eyes closed and teeth clenched. His hands pulled Lucy hard onto his erupting cock, forcing himself deep inside her mouth.

Blasts of cum shot from the tip directly into her throat. It took everything she had not to moan out with pleasure and excitement when the first rope of cum splashed against her throat. This is what she had come her for and it was everything she had imagined. John’s strong hands pinning her head down, forcing his powerful cock into her mouth as she hid under his desk, feeling his seed flow sensually down her throat. It was so naughty and dirty, and so completely right. Still bobbing slightly against his thrusting manhood, Lucy savored and swallowed John’s load until it finally eased to nothing and John’s thrusting came to a stop.

As he started to come down, John released her from his vigorous grip, hoping he hadn't hurt her in the process. If he had, Lucy didn't seem to mind. Her head slipped back from his lap, but only slightly so she could catch the remaining trickle of white cum on her tongue. Curling her tongue back slowly, she took the fluid into her mouth and swallowed. When she was done, she leaned back down to wrap her red lips around his cock once more.

The sensation of her mouth and tongue milking his dick for more cum caused it to swell further. John’s eyes bulged open and his mouth dropped as he looked down at Lucy in shock. He had thought he was done, but just as suddenly as the first orgasm began to recede another peaked.

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as another spurt of cum escaped the tip of John’s cock, letting her taste him again.

John stared down at her in wonder and awe as she looked up at him, cleaning him with her luscious mouth. Her fingertips caressing his thighs as she looked him in the eyes, his softening manhood still in her mouth. One of his hands held her head, while the other stroked her hair lovingly.

When Lucy released his cock, John slid back his chair and lifted his hips to draw his pants back up around his waist. Reaching out he took her hand and helped Lucy steady herself as she pushed herself up and out from under his desk. She stumbled slightly on her high heels as the blood returned to her legs. Catching her, John pulled her close, her hands gripping the armrests of his chair to hold herself up.

He looked into her deep brown eyes at first, but his gaze was soon drawn to her crimson lips; even with her lipstick smeared, they looked so perfect on her beautiful face. Drawn to them, John leaned into her, gently pressing his lips against hers. They were so soft on his that he began to sigh before catching himself and remembering where they were. John opened his mouth slightly and his tongue flicked out, the tip running across those glorious lips. Lucy’s own mouth opened in response and their tongues reached for each other tenderly. Just the tips touching and teasing each other; but it wasn’t not long before John couldn't take anymore playfulness.

His hand gripped her neck, smashing her lips against his. His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth and hers into John’s as the passion and sensuality intensified. He could taste traces of himself on her tongue; the reminder of what they had just done caused his heart to speed up and his skin to flush slightly, his arousal obvious, even if it was still too soon for his manhood to react.

Breaking their kiss, John whispered into her ear, "You are such an extraordinary woman, Lucy. I am so far beyond lucky to have you."

His whisper tickled her ear and his words made her already weak knees buckle. Lucy couldn't think of what she could say to such a sweet and powerful proclamation. She could only respond with a kiss. Her wet tongue once again wrapping around his, so deep and soft she felt her toes curl. The unmistakable perfection of a sensual and passionate blend. John’s free hand slid down her back to pull her in closer. They didn't bother to break for the sake of breathing. Soft eager moans escaped her even though she knew quite well that she needed to be quiet for his sake.

What started as a fun little blow job under John’s desk had left her feeling frantic with desire. Lucy’s sex was drenched at the thought and ached to feel him stretch her, filling her up with his pink magnificence. Frenzied thoughts began running through her head.

We could just both get under the desk and do it there!

Oh my god, I want him inside me so bad!

I did wax, right?

Oh yes, all good there.

Is there a conference room?

Bathroom????!!!!

Fuck, I want this so bad. What have I started here?

While she was lost in her own head, John pulled her face away from his. She whimpered slightly until he rested his finger on her lips.

Taking her hand, John looked out of his cube. Seeing that it was all clear, he pulled her close, "Do you want me, Lucy?" he demanded quietly.

She nodded in response, her eyes wide with need.

"Ok, this meeting will end in a minute; but for now I need you to go down to the lady's room. Stay there until I text you to come out."

She frowned at him, but he nodded his head in the direction of the restrooms and she scooted out of his cube and walked purposefully down the aisle, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. For a moment John just stood and watched her, the way her long runners legs look in those heels. The short black skirt tight across her ass. No sign of panties, he realized; she was either wearing a thong or nothing. Lucy looked back over her shoulder and glared at him. He sent her away at her time of need and now he was just standing there mesmerized by her ass.

Clearing his thoughts, he returned to his desk and slipped back on his jacket. Then as the meeting continued in his ear, he shot off an email, canceling a meeting he was set to lead in about twenty minutes, but careful to keep the conference room booked. Checking the schedule, it said the room should be empty now. A few minutes later when the meeting finally came to a close, John left his desk and hurried by the conference room. Seeing that it was indeed empty, he sent Lucy a text: Come on out.

A minute later John was in the hallway, meeting Lucy outside the lady's room. "I've booked us a room, its no honeymoon suite, but it will suffice," he said with a grin.

"Good," she replied as she pulled open one side of his jacket and stuffed something into the inside jacket pocket, "I don't like to be kept waiting, so I may have started without you." Reaching into the pocket, John could feel the lace of a thong, soaked with her juices. With a wide grin, he led Lucy back into the office suite and into the conference room.

As soon as the door was shut, they were at each other once more. With their lips pressed together, John pushed her back up against the door. His tongue sought out hers and they both moaned as they connected. Reaching beside her, he pulled down the privacy blind. Then he broke their kiss, but kept her pinned to the door.

"We still have to keep it quiet, there are people right on the other sides of the walls, and the conference rooms aren't that soundproof." John tossed his jacket onto a chair as he reminded her of the risk they were taking, not that Lucy really needed the reminder.

Looking at John seductively, Lucy leaned back against the door and coyly crossed her legs at her ankles, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Striding over to her, John grabbed her wrist.

"I don't have time to wait on that," he said, pulling her wrist to spin her around until she was facing away from him. Grabbing her shoulder with his other hand, John pushed her down -- bent at the waist -- over the conference room table. His other hand dropped her wrist and grabbed her skirt, pulling it up so that it was bunched around her waist.

Dropping to his knees behind her, John’s hands skimmed up and down her perfect legs -- from her ass down to the tiny strap topping her heels and back. On the second pass, he stopped just below Lucy’s ass and pushed with his strong hands, spreading open her beautiful pink pussy. Leaning in, he could smell her arousal. The heady scent began to bring his dick back to life, swelling and twitching inside his pants. Then using his thumbs, John spread Lucy wider as his tongue started to slowly work its way around, tracing her delectable lips, tasting her.

"Oh John, oh! Fuck! Oh my god, I need that tongue!" she exclaimed through clenched teeth. Lucy rested her forehead on the cool table and her nails raked the smooth surface. Her hair fell around her face, blocking out most of the light. The effect blissfully removed all of the office distractions as John’s talented tongue slid between her glistening pussy lips.

She reached her hand back to his head, sliding her long fingers through his brown hair to pull him in closer. John greedily obliged and Lucy felt that sensuous tongue probe into her juicy hole. His sexy manipulations were forcing the breath out of her; and without realizing it, Lucy’s hips began to grind against him.

"Please don't stop, John. Please don't stop!!" she begged.

When she felt his expert fingers slide into her drenched cunt, Lucy gasped, letting go of his hair. Almost unknowingly, she lifted her knee up to the table in offering. Her hand clawing at the hard surface once more as his fingers worked in and out. At the same time John’s tongue glided upward until it was dancing over her tightest hole.

He slid his deft fingers out of her pussy to follow the smooth crevice up to her ass. He playfully edged the wet tips around her pink asshole; and though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was smiling at the delicious torture he was putting her through. Slowly, so slowly, he pressed the tip of his finger in and then back out, moving quickly. As Lucy whimpered, she heard John chuckle devilishly.

What a wicked, sexy man you are, she thought, her body too lost in his touch to speak the words aloud.

He slid his soaked finger into her ass again, so deep this time it caused her cheeks to clench. Beneath her, John twisted his head and moved deeper between her legs. Without warning his mouth bore down on her clit and sucked hard. It was an oral assault in the best way and her primal groan served as testament.

John’s tongue flattened against her pearl, surrounded by his sucking lips. Lucy writhed on the table, a shell of the woman who had been so in control under his desk just a few moments ago. Her orgasm was within reach and she knew it was going to hit hard from John’s unrelenting maneuvers. Her body froze as it hit, soundless at first. Her eyes rolled back and she found herself clinging to the table as if her very life depended on it.

Instead of easing up, John sucked at her mercilessly and slid his thumb into her pussy. His finger buried in her tight ass and now his thumb in her oversensitive pussy was pulling her back to the brink again. John pushed his teeth against her extremely swollen clit and that was it. Lucy screamed like a banshee in heat, not having it in herself to give a fuck who heard.

Slap!

John’s hand connected with her clenched ass, the sharp slap neither too loud nor too hard, but hard enough to get Lucy’s attention and remind her where they were. Biting her lower lip, she stifled her screams as she rode her orgasms to completion. But even once she was done, John’s fingers were not. His finger continued to probe her little pink hole as his thumb slid in and out of her wet hole, occasionally slipping forward to run over the swollen pearl nestled at the top of her sex before forcing its way back between her lips.

He stood up as his fingers continued their manipulations and his other hand massaged the red cheek of her round ass. For a moment he simply watched her, her hips undulating as her sweet ass fucked back against his fingers; the lines of her long, lean, tan legs as their muscles tightened and the sexy contrast of the black straps of your heels against her skin.

But it wasn’t long before Lucy’s moans and whimpers begin to increase in volume again. Drawing his fingers out of her, John pulled her whole body over to the side of the table and pushed her hair back from her lovely face.

"You have to be quiet, these doors don't lock. Can you be quiet for me?" he whispered, calm but demanding.

Lucy looked up at him from the corner of her eye and nodded. Still beside her, he reached back over her prone form, his wrist resting on the bunched up skirt around her waist, his moist finger seeking out her asshole. As the tip played over her hole, Lucy’s eyes closed and she let out a moan.

Shaking his head in mock disappointment, John’s other hand opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was not at its full hardness, yet, but it was still swollen and firm. He guided it to her mouth and as the head brushed against her parted, blood red lips her rosy tongue darted out reflexively.

While his fingertip continued to circle her tight hole, John drew back the foreskin with his other hand as her tongue swirled over the head, immediately causing his cock to swell further. Lucy moved her head forward and inch and John pushed his hips forward, slipping more of himself into her eager mouth. It was so warm and wet on his thickening manhood, his own head rolled back in pleasure as her tongue lapped at his hard shaft and tender head.

Knock, knock.

John’s head whipped around at the interruption, and Lucy’s eyes went wide. But neither her tongue nor his fingers stopped their play. Looking at the door, John couldn't help but realize that Lucy was pointed right at it. If the door opened now, whoever was on the other side would see her bare ass with one leg up on the table, offering a clear view of your wet, waxed, and needy cunt. And they would see his finger toying at her other hole and her mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Is everything ok?" came a woman's inquisitive voice.

"Yes, we're fine; I have no idea where that yell came from, but it wasn't us," John lied. He looked down at Lucy, his face stern, but only for a moment. Almost immediately a smile broke across his face and he brought a finger to his lips reminding Lucy to stay quiet.

His grin turned devilish, and in the same instant he pushed his finger into her asshole, slipping the wet digit halfway inside her. Lucy’s lips and tongue clamped around him as her eyes rolled back, and the sensation caused John to gasp silently, his mouth dropping open and the hand that had been at my lips dropped to grip her hair.

"Oh, ok, I'll go check the hall," the woman replied.

But the intruder was already forgotten. John’s hand in Lucy’s hair gripped it tightly and he began to fuck her face. He only lasted a few thrusts before stopping, pulling on her hair as he drew myself from her mouth, a line of saliva and precum connecting her wanton lips to his swollen, red head.

Pulling his finger out of her ass, John walked around the table to position himself behind her. Both of his hands gripped her ass, strong fingers digging into her flesh as he spread her open. His cock began to slide across her pussy lips, collecting the wetness between her legs to coat the top of his shaft. Every so often, John’s swollen head would stroke her clit, sending sudden and intense jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The feel of John’s luscious cock teasing her swollen pink clit was almost too much after her powerful orgasm. Lucy’s senses were in overdrive from his skilled tongue and fingers as well as the precarious situation they had placed themselves in.

John’s breathing was short and rhythmic as he tried to control himself, a clear sign that he needed this as badly as Lucy wanted it. Drawing his cock back one more time, he aimed a little higher and pushed, Lucy’s soaked lips spreading easily for him as he thrusted into her pussy.

When he guided the tip of his throbbing manhood into her wet hole, Lucy crammed her fingers from her right hand into her mouth. It was a poor effort to keep herself quiet as John pushed inside her. Her sex felt so tight clenched around his rigid shaft, but it was drenched that it took minimal effort for John to slide deep inside her.

A quiet growl escaped John’s throat as his cock bottomed out inside her, forcing Lucy to stifle a moan and bite down on her own digits. He wasted no time pumping his fuckstick into her, stretching her pussy in the way that only he could.

"Fuck! Lucy! Fuck! Fuck!", he whispered harshly through clenched teeth.

She moaned quietly in response. Her left hand dropping down to the table for leverage as she backed her ass up into him. Lucy’s hips rotated and ground on his pulsing cock. Soon she placed her other hand on the table as well so that she could ride him even harder. Her head thrown back as she reveled in the feeling of him stretching her.

"Lucy, tell me how bad you want it,” John demanded. “How bad you need to feel my cum inside of you."

The intensity of his words could not be mistaken, though his voice was quiet. He bent forward and Lucy could feel his chest on her back and his breath on her ear. "Be my good dirty girl and whisper to me how bad you want it."

His words resonated deeply as his hips slowed but pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Holding still and buried deep inside her, Lucy could tell John was waiting for her reply. She felt the walls of her sex clinging to his cock, not wanting to let it go. Breathing deeply, she tried to focus and get the words out, overtaken by her need to please him. Always.

Eventually one of her hands curled up behind his head, gripping his short brown hair firmly as she twisted to look at him.

"I need you to fill my hot tight pussy with your delicious cum, John,” she breathed. “Your sex toy needs you to fuck her senseless. I want to feel you pound my ass and fill me your white hot load. Please." As she spoke, she could feel John’s cock twitching in response to her words. Her eyes never leaving his as she kissed his sensuous mouth roughly. He kissed her back, biting at her soft lips as his hips began to rock once more.

Pressed up against her, John drove his rigid member deep inside her pulsing hole. The slick walls clutched at his cock, expressing her need while coating him with her juices. His own need escalated as their bodies thrust together. As the wave of his orgasm grew closer, his movements became more frantic and needy. But just before he reached his peak, John gripped Lucy’s hips and pushed back, roughly pulling himself out of her. The wet sounds of his sudden exit preceding a gasp from her.

"No, John! Fuck me!" she cried out, but not too loudly.

Slap! Slap!

His hand connected first with one cheek and then the other to remind her to be quiet; though the slaps were louder than Lucy’s cries. Gripping a crimson cheek in one hand, John used the other to guide his wet, throbbing cock to her little pink hole. She moaned, holding her hand over her lips, as the purple head pressed against her, gently but firmly stretching her asshole. Slowly, John’s cock pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Finally, he filled her completely; the round, soft curves of her ass pressed against his hips.

The vise like grip of her ass on his cock was nearly too much, John knew he wouldn't be able to last long, and for a moment he simply held himself inside her, each of them grinding slightly against one another. But he was also keenly aware of the possibility of someone walking in on them, or hearing them. He needed to end this now, and he was certain Lucy needed it as well.

His hands reached for her black skirt, still bunched up around her narrow waist. Grabbing it tightly in both hands John used it to pull her up off the table slightly as he drew back. Halfway out of her tight ass, John thrusted forward and pulled on her skirt, yanking her back onto him, impaling her on his dick. The sound of their bodies striking one another filled the room.

Over and over John used her skirt to yank her ass onto his cock as he drove into her, the slick juices from her cunt lubricating his shaft as he ravaged her ass. The pleasure was incredible, and John had to stop breathing for fear that he was going to yell. But trying to repress his need only served to excite him further as his body warred with itself; straining to cum so hard, but fighting to remain silent. As his left hand continued to grip her skirt, his right hand dropped to Lucy’s smooth leg propped up on the table. He gripped her where her thigh met her hip, pulling her, squeezing her, his fingers digging into her supple skin as Lucy’s muffled moans around her fingers escalated.

Unable to take anymore, John thrusted forward, holding deep inside her as his climax exploded in his mind, blinding him for an instant. He gasped, drawing in deep breaths as the muscles in his arms and chest tightened, cum shooting into her ass. Lucy’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the hot ropes of his cum burn the sensitive walls of her ass. The exquisite sensation building up the waves of another orgasm inside of her as she focused all of her energy on staying quiet.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Lucy," John exclaimed as he came. Dropping down over her, he balanced himself on his right arm and began to pound her ass more as his climax ravaged his mind and body. From his vantage above her, John could see her eyes squeezed shut, her delicate fingers pressed roughly over her lips, bliss painted on her face as her other hand clawed at the table below her.

As John continued to drill into her, the tidal wave continued to build inside her. She was so close but something wasn't right. The waves were on the brink, ready to wash over her but they just wouldn't break. It was such an erotic itch, but one that seemed impossible to scratch.

"I need you to cum now, Lucy. Be my good little fuck toy and cum for me," John whispered hoarsely. His hand leaving her skirt to reach around her front, sliding to her pussy. As his fingers began to dance on her clit, Lucy’s eyes rolled back for a moment. The feeling was delicious, but within seconds she realized that as wicked sexy as it was, it wasn’t going to get her there.

"John, stop", she said softly. Still caught up in the afterglow of his orgasm, her request was ignored.

"Baby stop!" Lucy said slightly louder, twisting to look at John. Her hand pushed at his hip before he stopped, his face questioning her decision to stop their naughty play.

"Let me get up for a moment," she requested. He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and his train of thought still quite fuzzy.

Lucy climbed off the table and walked towards the door. "Oh no, we're not done, baby. Just give me a sec here," she explained when she noticed that John had started to pull up his pants.

John gave her a look of slight protest before responding. "Lucy, there are no locks on these doors and we've been in here a while. I'll more than make it up to you, sweetheart. That was fucking amazing."

She looked at him and smiled softly. So sweet you are, she thought lovingly.

Walking back to the table, Lucy pulled a chair out. Sliding it over towards the door, she tilted it back to jam it under the knob.

"Pull your pants back down and lie down on the table", she told him, her sweet smile turning to a mischievous grin. "Now."

"You are insatiable!" he chuckled, but he grew quiet as his gaze was drawn down from her full red lips. His eyes moved down over her rumpled open blouse, and then down to the black skirt still bunched around her waist, giving him a full view of her wet and needy pussy.

"Yes, very much so at the moment John,” she replied. “So, please, be MY good fuck toy and get on the table!" She pointed towards the slick, hard surface as she walked quickly towards him. He did as she asked, wearing a silly grin. At that moment Lucy noticed just how hard he still was. Her mouth watered slightly as she anticipated her own orgasm to come. Never had she wanted to ride him so fast and so hard.

She pushed him back onto the table and climbed on top of him. No time was wasted as her fingers wrapped around his glorious fuckstick to guide it into her soaking wet cunt.

As he filled her once more, Lucy let out a sigh of relief. Her small hips ground down into him, trying desperately to get that itch she couldn't scratch before. John’s hands grabbed her ass, reinforcing her manipulations on his now throbbing cock.

John lifted his head to watch as he disappeared inside of her again and again. She could already feel herself drawing nearer to the prize. Her hands pushed on his chest as her ass began to bounce faster and faster. Lucy felt an uncontrollable smile spread across her face as her eyes closed once more.

"Oh god, oh fuck, that's it baby. That's it," she whispered loudly. The waves that had been held back so long were starting to break and her movements became even more unrelenting. Leaning forward on his chest, she gave it everything she had. The hard, wet slaps of their coupling filling the room and mixing with the sounds of their gasps.

"Cum all over my cock, Lucy,” John moaned when he felt her body begin to tremble above his. “You're almost there baby girl, I feel it!"

Lucy opened her eyes and stared at him as the rapturous waves finally washed over her. Her bottom lip felt as if it might bleed from her biting so hard in her desperation to keep quiet. Her breath was coming in deep pants in effort to calm herself quickly whilst still savouring the blissful feeling of her release.

As her awareness began to return, Lucy found that her head was face down on John’s clothed chest. She lifted her lips to meet his in a soft, breathless kiss.

She looked into his blue eyes once more, smiling. "Now who's the good little fuck toy?" she asked, giggling at him.