Ero-shots by Laura XO (reading women TXT) 📕

The sound of repeated flesh-on-flesh contact rang out, complemented by his continued cries, melting into weak moans as she continued to rut into his presented ass.

Her hands slid up his tensing back, assuming an assertive grip on his shoulders. She took advantage of the added leverage to make her thrusts harder and stronger, rocking him with a spirited effort, laughing at how he wailed. The clit stimulator began to work its magic again, sending thrilling sensations out over her body.

Just as his submissiveness kicked up a notch each time she pegged him, she had also noticed that her stamina increased. The first time, she had not lasted long, but every time since she had gotten progressively more able to exert herself for a little while more. And although even now her muscles were starting to feel the strain, rivulets of sweat trickling down her frame, she resolved to keep going, to test her stamina yet again and extend it further for the next time.

It was of course, an entirely altruistic and selfless motivation.

One of her hands took a fistful of his hair and yanked back. He grunted meekly, his head bent back towards her. Another yank brought his mouth against hers in a rough kiss. The resultant moan from him was muffled by her lips, their tongues tangling quickly. Caught up in the mindless passion, her husband nuzzled against her, one hand splayed on the desk for additional balance, the other thrown back onto one of her thighs.

She broke their kiss to nip at his neck. Her other arm slid across his chest to bring him closer, secure in her embrace, juddered by her still pumping hips.

Her lips dragged up to his earlobe, trapping it between her teeth, feeling him quiver at the light and playful stimulation. The wet material of his shirt, inundated with his sweat, rubbed delightfully at her hard nipples, swirling with the continued rubbing against her clit from the stimulator built into the strap-on. The hand that had been twined in his hair moved, acting on a hunch, and dipped down his figure to wrap around his cock, surging again.

"Are you hard again?" she murmured softly into his ear.

"Uh-huh," he whined, nuzzling back mindlessly into her embrace.

"You really love it when I fuck your ass, huh?"

"Uh-huh...so much...you fuck me so good."

She giggled at his wide-eyed adoration.

"If only your employees could see you now. I'm sure some of the guys would trade places with you just to get a chance to fuck me...I wonder how they'd feel if they knew our little arrangement."

He groaned, her hand coaxing his cock back towards its full length.

"Maybe one day I'll come in earlier and fuck you in here with the door wide open. See how your employees react. I'd just bend you over the desk; they'd probably pretend not to watch. Judging you while they imagine being you. Wondering how good it must be if the boss is so eager for it."

She kissed affectionately at his neck. At the feeling of her lips, he canted his head to the side, exposing more flesh, her mouth trailing along the vulnerable swath, sucking and nipping.

"Or maybe I'll take you over the hood of your car, fuck you in the parking lot first thing in the morning, let everyone coming in get a good look at me riding your ass. How's that sound?"

His mindless whine made her giggle again.

She had learned that she could say anything to him in these moments, and he would react in such a way. Admittedly, she did not know if he was actually listening to the specific words, or if he was just reacting to the sound of her voice. Given how submissive he could be, perhaps he did enjoy the idea of her taking him front of his subordinates, letting them see his other side.

Her hand stroked along his cock, feeling it pulse, straining in her grip. Kissing again at his neck, she coordinated between that hand and the strap-on, making sure that the former was wrapped around the base of his shaft each time the latter was lodged entirely through his clasping asshole. The combination drove up his pleasure relentlessly. His moans fell constantly, her name mixed in there.

Ordinarily, his refractory period was at least an hour. But she had found out that her furious thrusts striking deep again and again, crashing right against his prostate, would trigger another orgasm very soon after the previous.

She kept up the assault, relishing every little sound that he made, the breathless gasps, the hoarse moans, the excited squeals. Her hand worked just as diligently, driving him closer to a second climax, just as another one beckoned for her.

Wanting to stave off hers for now, she slammed deep into his innards, holding herself there, jerking quicker along his cock.

His second orgasm burst forth, splattering onto the desk, a few stray strands catching her hand. Making sure that he had plenty of stimulation throughout the ecstasy, she rotated her hips, putting pressure on his prostate, smirking at the overwhelmed moans that spilled from him. Her hand kept up the strokes, milking him for every drop of semen.

When he was finished, there was a glaze across her fingers, and a small puddle on the desk.

The first mess was cleaned up when she teased those fingers against his lips. He licked and lapped at them, slurping up the cooling spunk, swallowing with loud and shameless gulps, shuddering as the musky flavor dominated his taste buds.

The second mess was dealt with when she dragged him away from the desk with a quick pull on his hips, and then pushed his head down towards the puddle.

He understood immediately what she wanted and ran his tongue across the semen-slicked wood. Another set of shudders ran through him from more of his own essence sliding down his throat to settle in his belly. It was quite the naughty sight to witness the boss licking his own spunk off what was essentially his seat of power. She kept his head down, making sure that he cleaned up every bit of what he had spurted forth, only relenting once the clinging semen was replaced by the shine of his saliva.

Her own climax had been put on hold, but now that he was basking in the afterglow of his second orgasm, it was time to resume the drive to ecstasy.

She pulled back, shaking her head in bemusement at his despairing whimper, and then turned that whimper into a moan with a deep thrust. The rhythm picked up again, her hips pumping steadily. The cheeks of his ass bounced hypnotically, drawing her attention, the hand that had been holding his head down now moving to land repeated spanks on the jiggling flesh. Each one made him squeal lustfully, those noises in turn provoking more of those treatment.

 

The pleasure again began to build. Her muscles tensed as she put all her remaining strength into fucking him. The sweat trickled down both of their bodies, creating a musky mix of scent. Her pussy was drenched with liquid arousal, the wetness provoked by the experience of once more sodomizing her husband.

The climb to climax made her hips buck harder, upping the pace, sending that strap-on to the base into his bowels. He moaned lewdly, his asshole clutching to the plunging plastic. Her hands now both gripped at his hips, squeezing hard, letting her drive forward with less and less restraint. The long and deep strokes became sloppier as the pleasure rose to orgasm, the rhythm falling apart, just rough jabs into his guts, the clit stimulator mashing into that sensitive bud to finally trigger the climax.

She cried out, her pussy seizing wetly, the pace stopping entirely. Body-wide shudders wracked her, accompanied by the fiery sensations. This time, he stayed still, peeking back over his shoulder to watch her as she luxuriated in the thrills.

The cry that she had loosed calmed down into heavy breathing, which became soft purrs as she stumbled back, the strap-on sliding from his insides, that distended asshole twitching weakly. Luckily, his desk chair was right behind her, letting her drop into the padded leather with a long, drawn-out sigh. The afterglow suffused her with a formidable warmth.

Before her, he remained unmoving, still waiting for instruction.

Lisa took a few more moments to relax, lounging in his chair, watching as his asshole began the process of closing back up.

"Hey," she called out after those moments, leaning forward to land a slap on his ass, "we're not done yet, come here to clean it."

With an obedient coo, he turned smoothly, dropping to his knees before her. Her eyes fixed on him as he closed a hand around the length of plastic and leaned forward over it. The strap-on was treated to the affections of his wet mouth, sliding up and down the shaft to clean his own flavor off, slurping enthusiastically here and there where it was strongest. The tip of the head was the focal point of that service, her husband drawing it between his lips, sucking happily at the fake cock, glancing up to watch her watching him.

"Yeah, that's good, make sure it's nice and clean..."

Under that gaze, he cleaned off the strap-on, going from tip to base and back again several times, doing his best to make sure that her command was carried out. One of her hands landed on his head, stroking at his hair.

"Good job," she purred, watching as he nuzzled against the agent of his own subjugation.

His eyes again found hers, taking a few moments to slide down her front, gazing at her round breasts, covered in a sheen of sweat. There was an unspoken desire in those eyes at that sight, so she nodded meaningfully, giggling as he leapt to his feet, leaning forward to kiss and suck at her chest, supping on her musk. That mouth slid its way quickly up along her collarbone, leaving light pecks at her neck on the path to her mouth, meeting it in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, cradling him closer.

Husband and wife stayed that way for a little while longer. Their lips were locked, their bodies squirming together, his cock rubbing against the strap-on.

She leaned back, breaking their kiss to stare into his eyes.

"You really needed that, huh?"

He nodded, a slight smile quirking the edge of his mouth.

"Yeah, I did. Thank you."

Her own smile appeared to match his.

"Anytime, babe."

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 Now, I didn't normally date men younger than I but when you're a twenty-four years old unwed mother, good dates are scarce. On top of that, I got knocked up so young that I