sexcapades:

got’em’all

filthywetslut:

Being manhandled is my favorite. I love when he fingers my pussy sideways like this, then he can brush his fingers over my clit and spread my wetness all over. The way he has a hard grip is such a turn on, as if he owns me and can use me in any way that he pleases.

filthywetslut:

I’m the kind of slut who will sit right down on that even before you’ve woken up in the morning. I can’t ever help but touch it, suck it, lick it, or take it deep inside me…

ladylovesbodies:

Seems like an invitation for one more. 
If I were the more, I’d run my tongue down that lovely seem in his skin from the base of his cock to his asshole.  I love that line.  I love feeling its texture on my tongue and the tips of my fingers.  Rather fun to follow it inside to his prostate too.  ;)

(via art-or-porn)

faintnightglow:

omg

mycocksluts:

I could tell when I walked through the front door to the reception area this morning my horny little secretary was already playing with herself at her desk again. I guess she thinks I can’t tell. Like I don’t recognize the pheromones flying through the room, the blushed look on her face, the way she looks at me when I walk past. I know what she is doing under her desk.

Today I decided to give her wet pussy a little treat. “Miss J, the phone buzzed through to her desk intercom, I need to see you in my office… Now would be a good time…” As she walks in I can tell she is soaking down her thighs. Damn she needs to get fucked hard. “Miss J, I need to see your panties.” Her face was shocked. “Excuse me ?!” Firmly, “You fucking heard what I just said to you, take your fucking panties off now!” I repeated. 

In disbelief, she pulled her skirt up and slid her fingers underneath the straps around her waist. Slowly she slid them down, taking one leg out at a time. I am not sure if she was more embarrassed that she was complying with my orders or how soaked they were at 9AM. She handed them to me, shying away from looking me in the eyes. I put them in my top drawer of my desk and leaned back, scooting my chair away from my desk as my eyes led her underneath the desk. 

She stood there, silently. “Miss J, I think I know why your panties are so wet. I also think I know what you need to help you.” She looked at me, not grinning, but with those fuck me eyes that only a woman can give. Silently, she got down on her knees and crawled underneath my desk, into her hole. 

Looking down at her, she looked like she felt safe, content. She looked good at my feet. Sitting there with eager eyes, waiting for my next command. I slowly unzipped my slacks. Her anticipation was building as I could feel her rubbing against my dress shoes. She leaned down to press her face against my thighs, running her hand up the opening of the bottom of my pants, feeling my calves and ankles. Her nails against my skin were driving me insane. She sat there squirming in anticipation as she heard the metal of my belt coming undone. I knew she had a thing for belts, maybe this could be used against her another time. She could smell the mixture of aroma in the room. The leather from my belt, the musk from her own arousal, she was growing quite impatient and wet every second that I fumbled with my slacks. 

My cock was so hard, just the sight of her sitting there, horny, needing. Before I could get it all the way out, she engulfed me into her mouth. She took my cock inside her savoring each inch. Tasting me. Feeling me inside her, the warmth. Her mouth was insatiable, moaning, moving her hips at the thought of my cum in her mouth. Pleasing me that way. Serving me. 

It wasn’t long before the pre cum building at the tip of my head was leaking out and running down my shaft. She would take it out of her mouth and lick the base up to the tip to catch every drop. I could tell she enjoyed her Sir’s cock. She needed it. She needed his cum. But I had different plans. She needed to be taught a lesson. 

“Get the fuck up and get back to work Miss J”.  Like a pouting child she pulled herself up, she was pissed and embarrassed that I would play such a game. She stood there looking at me. “You think you get your panties back? Get the fuck out of my office and go sit in your wetness, do not touch your pussy again unless I say so, is that understood?”  

After she left my office I leaned back in my chair letting my slacks fall to the floor. The sight of her wetness in her sexy panties were driving me insane. I stroked my hard cock up and down. Her wet panties wrapped around it, her pussy juice all over my hard cock. I could smell her as I pleasured my self. I was careful to wrap the panties all the way around my dick as I shot my hot thick load of cum all over her crotch and cleaned myself off with them. 

I stepped out of my office and shut the door behind me. Leaving for the day, I handed her an envelope with “bonus” written on it and left the building. Inside the envelope were her panties with my hot thick load of cum and a note with a simple instruction. “Put your panties back on at your desk. I want you to feel my hot cum against your pussy lips. Then I want you to use your finger to push my cum inside you and continue fucking yourself until you cum.”

Sincerely,

~Sir.  

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