1. Time Off


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 86.2, Source: sexstories.com

    the shower.” “Ah yes, that we'd fuck in it some time.” She gulped her last swallow of coffee and stood. “Morning person or not, now sounds good.” He forced himself not to touch her or his cock as he watched her bathe. He was okay through the shampoo and conditioner, through watching her with her facial scrub and body wash. His penis screamed in his brain for attention when she lathered her breasts and belly and then rinsed them. When she started washing her groin, he grabbed the cloth from her and knelt. “Oh. Thank you.” “No problem,” he answered. He spread her legs, parting her folds to clean her well. She wriggled when he scrubbed gently at her anus. She handed him the detachable shower head. “Rinse me.” He grinned. “You don't just use this to rinse, do you?” “You're going to tell me you don't play in the shower? You look like you need to right now.” “Of course I jerk off in the shower.” He turned the shower head adjustment to 'fast pulse' and aimed at her clit. Through clenched teeth she hissed, “When I'm done with you, you won't need to jerk off.” After she recovered, she bathed him. When he was clean, she took his straining cock in her hands and licked it like an ice cream treat. “Let me know when you're close,” she said, smiling with her gray eyes as her tongue and hands worked him. “Because I don't want a liquid breakfast. I said we were going to FUCK in the shower, remember?” “Uh huh. Stand up.” She did, and he crushed her body to his, kneading her buttocks with his ...
    hands as they kissed. His cock throbbed against her belly. “How much do you weigh?” he asked. “Excuse me?” He laughed. “Oops. I was thinking about holding you up – you know, your back against the wall, your ass in my hands, your legs wrapped around me.” “Damn you, Ben, look at me! You know I'm not that heavy.” She grasped her wrists behind his neck to help him lift her, and they moved to the wall. He pinned her there, and she used one hand to seat him in her entrance. Her ankles and wrists hooked behind him. “Fuck me.” He surprised himself with how long he lasted. She moved easily for him, responding to every subtle change he made in his movements and initiating some of her own. Her fingernails dug into his back with her climax, but they didn't break stride. “Don't cum inside me this time.” “Why not?” “I want to see you do it for me,” she breathed. “When you're ready, put me down and let me finish you.” A few moments later he lifted her off him and backed away. She knelt and took his raging manhood in her hands. “This is so cool.” She stroked him in rhythm with the natural movement of his hips. “Cum for me.” She aimed him at her breasts and squealed her delight when he decorated them. He watched, mesmerized for a moment by the shower spray struggling to rinse her clean. Then he helped her to her feet and watched as she washed the evidence away. “The water's getting cold. Let's dry off.” She wrung out her wet hair with her hands. After helping each other with their towels, he ...
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