he thinks you’re sooooo cute when you ride him and your legs start to shake and your breath comes out in quick puffs because you’re trying so hard to bounce on his cock and please him
shhh, angel, just keep reading your book. don't mind me. i just need to be close to you. i'll just slide inside of you, feel your warmth. you don't have to stop what you're doing, just let me rest inside you for a little while. feel just how hard i am inside of your wet little cunt and stay focused on your book, understood ? that's my good girl, isn't that right ?
Boyfriend that one day decides to work from home and it's the best worse decision ever. I'm a clingy mess so he expect me to be curled up to him. Making myself comfortable under his desk. Not expecting when I make myself welcome to his cock. Gasping when he feels me pulling his cock from his sweats. Stroking his cock while he's trying to get his work done. Letting it happen because he's not doing anything crazy important.
Until his coworkers suddenly have a problem come up and they have to call him. Tries to keep his camera and mic off as much as he can. I'm giggling as he tries to stay composed as I decide to start kissing and licking at his cock. Taking him into my mouth completely and suddenly when he needs to talk. Getting either my head pushed down with a gasp or yanked back with a whine. Now sucking him off while he's in that very important meeting.
Once it's done I'm pulling away from his cock with a pop. Getting softly scolded but I just smile and stand up. Pulling my panties off and straddling his lap. He's rock hard as I sink onto him, panting at how he fills me. Giving him a needy kiss when his phone starts to ring. He has to answer it and he's gripping onto my hips tightly. I cock warm him and once he hangs up I start to ride him. Giggling as his work is forgotten. Edging him because suddenly everyone needs to call and I stop every time.
He's getting so desperate he tries to convince me to ignore the calls but I just can't. He will have to wait it out no matter how desperate he gets. His fingers are digging into my skin when someone asks him to make a call for them. All he can do is accept but he's struggling so hard while doing so. Finally he's placed on a hold and I start riding him again. We all know how long those holds can be. Cooing at him that he is such a good boy, such a good and hard worker.
Looking into his eyes and nodding my head. My strong and smart man, all mine... I coo softly and kiss him. He tries to warn me that he's close and I ignore it. He can cum as long as that agency keeps him on hold. He cums with a loud cry after what might be an hour/hours of edging. Good boy, filling me up so good while working. I giggle into his ear as he pants and finally he's taken off hold and forced to talk it through. As I smother him in kisses and keep cock warming him.
Fucktoy. You're on the floor, flat on your back. The man who just finished pulls out, his cock dragging slick and heavy from between your legs. You let your head loll to the side. A sticky warmth leaks down your inner thigh and pools on the floor beneath you.
There's a hungry circle of four men looking down at you, and the sight of them sends a lazy pulse through your already-wrecked cunt.
"My turn."
"Fuck off, I was next."
"You went last time, asshole."
The argument kicks off like you're not even there, which is its own kind of thrill. They're fighting over your body, and you lie there with your legs still open and cum leaking out of you, soaking it in.
You push up on your elbows. Tilt your head. Put on your dumbest, most confused expression.
"I thought it was his turn?"
You point a lazy finger at the one who just came inside you. He barks out a laugh. The argument erupts.
"See? She wants me again."
"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants!"
You bite your lip to keep from grinning. You know exactly what you want. You want them loud and grabby and competing over who gets to ruin you next. You want to be the thing they can't share nicely.
A hand clamps around your ankle. Another seizes your wrist. You're being pulled in two directions and you go limp on purpose, ragdoll soft, making yourself easy to move. Easy to arrange.
Someone gets tired of waiting. He kneels between your legs and spits directly on your clit and the shock of it makes your hips jerk off the floor. His fingers push inside you, curling, and you're so wet from the last load that the sound is indecent. Even for you.
"Someone's gotta keep her warm while you idiots figure it out."
That breaks the stalemate.
A hand fists your hair and tilts your head back until your throat is exposed. A cock pushes past your lips and you open wide, your jaw dropping on muscle memory. He slides in deep enough that you gag and the sound makes the whole room groan.
Your hand finds another cock. Thick, already leaking. You're almost grateful. With everything else happening to you right now, you really needed something to hold onto. Something to keep you afloat. Your fingers curl around him and start stroking.
The one between your legs pulls his fingers out and you feel the blunt press of his cock replace them. No pause. He shoves in and the stretch punches a sound out of you that gets swallowed by the cock in your mouth.
Then a body presses against your side. Warm skin along the length of you. Teeth find your neck, scraping slow, and a hand slides down your stomach and finds your clit. Starts rubbing.
And that's where your brain checks out.
It collapses into one continuous sensation, a full-body hum of being touched everywhere, used everywhere, needed by every man in the room. You're in a frenzy. Your hips are moving on their own, grinding down onto the cock inside you, pushing into the fingers working your clit, chasing everything at once.
The one fucking you picks up his pace, and every thrust rocks your body hard enough that it drives you further onto the cock in your mouth. You gag each time he bottoms out, a wet, choked sound you couldn't stop if you tried. You can feel fingers bruising your hip where he's gripping you. You hope they leave marks. You want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see the proof of being this wanted.
The cock in your cunt cums first. You feel the pulse and the flood, filling you up while your walls grip him in desperate little squeezes. The thumb on your clit presses harder and your orgasm hits without warning, your whole body seizing, a strangled cry trapped behind the cock still lodged in your throat.
He pulls out and you feel the mess of him spill, running down to the floor. Before you've finished shaking the cock in your mouth drives deep and holds and you swallow as his cum hits the back of your throat. The one in your hand follows seconds later, running hot across your stomach, pooling in your navel.
Then they pull away. One by one, leaving you on the floor.
You lie there. Breathing hard. Cum drying on your stomach, leaking from between your legs, the taste of it still coating your tongue. The room is quiet for a few seconds. The loudest sound is your own heartbeat.
Then the arguing starts back up.
"Well now she's a fucking mess."
"You made most of it. You clean her up!"
"It's not my fault I cum more than you!"
Their voices wash over you. Already negotiating the next round.
Your fingers twitch. You slide one hand down through the mess, trailing through their cum, dipping lower. Your clit is swollen and throbbing, lubed with their fluids and yours. It barely takes any pressure at all. You start rubbing again while they argue above you.
Their fucktoy is going to be needed again soon. You want to be ready.
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