Then she whispered, “Do I make you wet?”.

Yes, you do.” I answered from the depths of my body.

“Would you like to feel how wet you make me?” I responded by gripping her hips and pulling her against mine even harder, letting her feel my desire.

Her crotch pressing against the softness of my mound, was driving me crazy. She unzipped the back of my skirt, exposing my hot black panties. Then she took her hand and slipped it inside of them. My pussy was wet and sticky by this point that her fingers slid easily over my bare flesh until she reached my outer flaps. Gently, she slipped just one finger in between them and felt my juices coating her fingers. I gasped as she began stroking me. While holding my gaze steadily, she pushed her finger inside of my pussy as I let out a deep groan.

I was tight, and I could feel my walls eagerly pressing against her finger as she pushed it in deeper. My grip on her shoulders tightened and shivers went through my spine. She then added a second finger easily and slowly started pumping them in and out of my body, as much as she could with my tight panties still on me. Her thumb found its way to the throbbing pink nub of my clit and she started rubbing it. I was about to orgasm right there.

It would have been so easy for her to rip my panties off me and slip her whole hand into me, right there on the office floor. Somehow finger fucking me with both of us still mostly clothed added to the forbidden fruit, the betrayal of what we were both committing.

“Ahhhhh!” I moaned. “Christine, don’t stop. I’m gonna, Oh my Gahhhd, Christiiiiinnnnnnnne!” I almost shrieked her name as my orgasm washed all over me. I could feel my inner muscles clenching her fingers so tightly as she wrung the aftershocks out of me.

Her fingers were sticky with my juices when she eased them from my body. I leaned heavily against her, Christine’s slender body being the only thing holding me up. I could feel her pussy heating up because of my proximity to her, and all I could think about was her taking me on the floor right there in her office and stripping off all these clothes. I wanted to reveal every single curve. My tight, wet pussy felt fantastic with her squeezing fingers and it would feel doubly amazing wrapped around her tongue. Her hand squeezed her crotch, and my knees almost buckled. I felt her looking over to where my head was resting on her shoulder and saw a sly smile across her devilish lips.

She pushed me off her lap and stood. There we were face to face looking lustfully into each others eyes.

Then I couldn’t control myself any longer and I was suddenly on top of her, my mouth devouring hers like I was searching for the secrets of time and space. My hands were uncontrollably busy between our bodies, stroking the outside of her crotch through the pants of her custom made, designer business suit, that was concealing it. I shivered as my fingers stroked, feeling her heat emanating from beneath, painstakingly slowly rubbing down the fabric of her pants and panties, making it nearly impossible to get the full amount of friction I know she was longing for.

I felt her hand on the front of her sleek, finely cut pants and eased the zipper downward, inch by torturous inch. Freed from its fabric prison, her cunt almost fully out of her opened fly, only covered by her thin silk panties. I compellingly dropped to my knees, dragging her pants down with me.

I knelt there on the carpet and looked up at her, that damn shit eating grin still pasted across her face as her eyes drilled into my tits the way I hoped her tongue would be drilling into my aching pussy. My full breasts were there before her in all their glory, my areola’s hard and erect, begging her to take them.

“Do you fantasize about me sucking your nipples, Brenda?”, she asked gently.

One of her hands cupped my breast, squeezing the round flesh and pinching my already aroused nipple. Her right hand began dipping between my legs, her left hand running along my perspiring thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about my mouth on your nipples, sucking them and biting them.” I moaned softly as she watched me with her ravenous eyes.

I had always felt insecure with my large breasts. However, now in the presence of another real woman who really appreciated the body of a full figured gal, I felt empowered. I was so close to cumming and all I could think about was her sucking on my nipples and then sliding her hands fondling my breasts. I could see a wet spot had formed on the front of her panties, were her pussy juices had soaked through. My mouth compellingly hovered over that spot, I could feel that my hot breath was making her shiver in anticipation.

Then she just slammed her cunt towards my mouth, but her panties were acting as a barrier. What a tease! I wanted to take her all the way in, to lunge in tongue first, and for her to hold it there so I could have my face in buried all of her goodness. I wanted to feel the pressure of her hand on the back of my head, pushing me further towards her, pressing my nose into her luscious secret garden. “Why couldn’t she just let me have my way!”.

She teasingly began pushing on my head, not letting me move, keeping me from feeling the skin of her cunt and from breathing. She held me there for another couple of seconds before finally letting me go. My head flew back in frustration as I gasped for breath.

With breasts fully exposed, I wanted her to suck my tits and then to feel her tongue on them. But I couldn’t even get her pussy out of her panties even though she was aching to be set free. Christine was exercising such restraint.

I wanted to feel the sweet folds of her pussy lips, and I wanted to feel her clit on my tongue even before I could get her little white panties off. What was happening to me? My sexuality was feeling so liberated. At first, I had wanted her to force me to submit, but now I wanted to control and to dominate. It was an innate sense that had suddenly awaked within me. This woman, the gorgeous elegant CEO, my boss seemed to want me to dominate. My own moisture started to become unbearably hot, as I felt how wet she was. I touched her through the material, stroking her from her sweet, wet centre to her clit. My hand reached inside her panties where I was able to dip my fingers just within her slit. As I started to run my fingers around her swollen bud, she let out a quiet, strangled groan, and pressed herself against my hand, before, suddenly she said,

“Not yet” in a teasing tone as she slowly pulled up her panties before I could dive right in.

“Damn it!” I was getting frustrated with this. I guess it must have been my youthful impatience.

My mouth by now was an inferno of wet slobbering heat.

Christine truly was in control and after a hesitation where we gazed upon each other’s eyes, she looking down at mine so tenderly seemed to last forever. Then with a languorous blink of her eyes, she allowed me to start peeling away the layer that separated us down to her ankles, but slowly as she leaned herself back against her desk. Now balanced, she crouched down a little more to me. She smelt amazing. My tongue delicately licked her outer lips, and then moved between them. I swept my tongue from her hot, wet pussy to her clit, circling it firmly. She pushed herself into me, grinding against my mouth eagerly. Her moans grew more urgent, and I stopped caressing her. She looked down at me again, but disappointedly, and moved herself towards my mouth again. Pulling back, I stared into her eyes, raising a brow slightly.

"Fuck me," she moaned, "Please, fuck me."

That's all I wanted to hear. My mouth gravitated back to her pussy, tongue lapping up to her clit and back down again. Tensing my tongue, I forced it into her sweet pussy. I held her hips, and drew her down on me as hard as I could. Fuck, she tasted so good. Sensing her need, I moved my mouth back to her clit. As my tongue applied pressure to her engorged little nub, I slid two fingers inside her.

With my mouth sucking on her clit, and my fingers thrusting into her pussy, she started to crow a rhythm of moans. The sounds she made were so erotic. It was about then that I wished I had a cock to push inside her and take her, ravenously and roughly.

Inserting another finger, I started to rhythmically push them into her G-spot. I teased her swollen, throbbing clit by releasing it and then sucking it back in. As she started to approach orgasm, her moaning caressed the office’s walls. The harder and faster I fucked her pussy, the more urgent her moans became. She started pleading for me to make her cum.

Christine cried out as her body started to shake and shiver. Her muscles convulsed and gripped my fingers tightly, sucking them further into her hot, dripping cunt. She rode out the orgasm by urgently rocking herself against my hand. Keeping my mouth against her, I felt the last few dying pulsations of her clit.

Pulling me up into her arms, she stared at me once more with overwhelmed eyes. Leaning in she kissed me sweetly, tasting herself on my lips, and tongue. I became aware of the empty ache between my legs, and I wondered if I'd get any relief.

Moving back out, Christine stared into my eyes intently, "Where to from here baby?"

Something inside of me jumped.

Now it was my turn to show restraint. I stood there, took Christine’s hand and gently pulled it down to touch my panties. They were still on but now, hot and drenched in sweat and pussy juice. She took it from there and slipped her searching fingers inside, brushing up against my flesh. She dragged her strong finger through to my stickiness, exploring me slowly. She worked my panties down until my cunt was exposed.

Then she bent down on her knees and went to work on my shaved, incredibly smooth pussy, starting off slowly, licking the outside of my pussy lips, tasting my sweetness on the tip of her tongue. She glanced up to see how I was reacting and saw me looking down at her, in her dreamy blue eyes, watching her carefully, a little smile perched on her lips. Then, as I stood above her, perched against the edge of her classic oak desk, she began softly brushing her lips over my clit and for one glorious moment she held them there, her nose inhaling my natural, feminine scent.

She moved a little lower, pressing her mouth over the slits of my pussy and then delved into my swollen folds, swirling her tongue through them before penetrating me with the tip of her tongue as I let out a soft groan.

Christine began tonguing me deeper and deeper and my ass jumped a little and slid further back on her desk, knocking over the nicknacks that had been carefully placed there. I didn’t want to break her concentration, I felt that I could cum at any time now. My moaning was becoming more and more intense as it synced with the rhythms of her licking. Suddenly, she pressed one of her fingers into my snug little butt hole. I almost cried out, I was so surprised and yet grateful. She began fingering me, matching the rhythms of her movements with her kisses around pussy. She began flicking her tongue in earnest against my striving, hardened little nub. Molten heat ignited inside of me and coursed through every nerve of my body as I was about to explode. Every place Christine touched me seemed to burn in delightful bliss. She needed no urging to thrust a finger violently into my quivering sheath, and I quickly wrapped my trembling hands around her head.

She seemed pleased with my enthusiasm, and Christine managed to keep finger-fucking me in a nice, steady rhythm. Christine was a genius. She intuitively knew how to keep me excited without accidentally making me cum, holding me there in a suspended state of pleasure. Christine had clearly realized that I was hyper-aroused, yet she still held back. She savagely grabbed my hips and turned me, then positioned my knees wide. She effortlessly switched and began tonguing my burning butt hole. I trembled, clearly wanting to settle myself on her tongue, but Christine focussed her attention down on the crack of my plump, heaving ass. She gently smacked one of my cheeks as my flesh moved seductively, as I bit back a groan. She wanted to bury herself in my soft, warm body never wanting to let me go.

She then suddenly stopped and stood up behind me. I heard her hot panting breaths as she bent over me and grabbed both of my hanging breasts firmly.

Then between pants she gasped, “On your feet and keep facing forward.”

I slowly moved off the desk and carefully placed each foot on the carpet below, as I did I immediately thought, “No, I’m sure she didn’t carry one around with her, but if she did, no imposi…..ble….

Suddenly, I could feel a long, hard object pressing the back of my skirt, which despite everything that was happening, was still on. But that did not stop her. She grabbed the bottom half of my skirt up over my waist while spreading my legs. My pussy was smooth, recently shaved and, willing her to take it.

My eyes were now closed and my head was turned slightly towards the ceiling. I could tell that the increased sounds of pleasure coming from my mouth excited her. Now I could feel the strap-on pressing painfully against my plump ass cheeks. She was enjoying there more than I’d ever thought possible.

When the tip of the strap-on stroked my labia I thought I might faint, so deeply felt was my desire.

I'd never had sex with a man. I knew from my earliest memories that I had no interest in guys beyond friendship, so I had no way of knowing what a physical penis would feel like inside me, and frankly, the idea was not in the least bit appealing. But the strap-on’s bobbing from my Christine's snatch was so fucking beautiful that my heart clutched. Her deep blues eyes peering over my body made me breathless. She took out a little lubing oil and gave it a rub.

I felt the pressure as she slowly thrusted inside me, just the tiniest bit, then a bit more, and more, deeper. I was feeling so full and she filled and stretched me and it spilt upwards and throughout my body. My thighs trembled and tingled then became heated and my stomach crawled with desire. Her breasts flush and bouncing as she hovered behind me, panting gently. When I glanced back at her, she was so fucking strong with the muscles in her arms popping, her neck was rippling and she gazed into my almond eyes as I turned my back to get a good look at my lover taking me from behind. Then she leaned in and tenderly kissed my cheek. Her eyes were glazed and she looked like she could absolutely devour me, and damn it, I was gladly letting her!

This strap-on had a vibrating component and she turned it on. I felt rather than heard it, and was surprised by a rumbling deep within my cunt. She glided effortlessly, sawing into me, a thrusting that became more urgent and harder. My ankles weakening as she pushed my breasts further into the desk. I rolled my hips back to meet her thrusting hips. Christine's thighs slapping my ass hard with each deep plunge and she grounded her pussy against the rough nub of the strap-on rubbing her clit against it. I was just able to stretch and reach under her and finger the strap-on, pushing her end deeper into her pussy. Christine groaned, lowered her face back to my cheek, nuzzled and bit the side of my throat. Her muscles grew taut and I grabbed onto the thickness of the oak desk in front of me for dear life, while she mercilessly pounded me from behind.

"Cum for me, baby," her voice was smoky, raspy, "Come for me now."

My legs felt like they were collapsing, as I braced the desk harder for support as my head lifted. I was straining back to reach her lips. But she arched her head back and began to groan, plunging to the hilt deeply within me and I screamed with wild abandon as my body spun and tumbled, crashing into orgasm, clenching, thrashing my head about, grinding my teeth as my eyes became glazed, then blindingly bright light exploded around me.

My juices were gushing, drenching Christine’s strap-on phallus, inciting her more. She grabbed my legs and pulled them even wider, giving herself better access to my aching pussy. I let out an excited little yelp, followed by a deep, hungering groan.

There I was, my body tensing up, intense moaning coming louder and louder as my pussy juices were flowing out of me. My tits glistening with sweat as my chest was bouncing and heaving up and down. My nipples hardening while she was voraciously grabbing them from behind me. Her gasping breaths making the sensitive skin on the back of my neck tingle with trepidation. My hair was messed up and it hung down over my face, covering my smile of satisfaction.

She was giving me what I craved, what I’d been begging for. To keep going.

“We’re just getting started baby,” Christine said.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back down head first onto the edge of the desk, my round ass sticking up in the air, begging to be fucked and fucked hard.

“Higher” she said, lifting and pulling my hips up so she could still fuck me while standing. “That’s it. Right there honey.”

I was kneeling, doggy-style, my hands still grabbing the edges of the expensive oak desk for leverage. My legs forming a perfect L shape, ass sticking up in the air, hovering directly in front of her strap-on shaft.

I turned up and around to look back at her. I was gasping with my mouth hanging open begging her to penetrate me, I couldn’t stand it. Christine proudly looking upon me, obviously satisfied with how she had manipulated her positioning. Christine’s smile then quickly turned to a scowl as she seemingly decided to wipe that look off my innocent little face. Stepping up to me, she inserted her cock into the magical little triangle right beneath my delicate little butt-hole. The strap-on sank in without any resistance, my pussy was filled with such warm stickiness from before, that her enormous cock was just what the doctor ordered to fill my every aching crevice.

I gasped softly. She tried to control herself from cumming by taking a deep breath to stifle the sensations her end must have been giving her. Then she started to fuck me harder from behind, slamming right into my hot pussy. My ass cheeks shaking from the slapping of her hips against them. She was too far gone as if in a maddening trance to take things slow. My little charade of getting her to take control had her excited beyond belief. Christine knew that she didn’t have very long before she would be overcome with orgasms. It just felt too damn good for her to stop now. Especially from her pounding me from behind.

Christine pummeled away and I was loving every moment, my tight, round ass slamming up against her hips, the underside of my pussy loving every thrust. My back was arched, making my shoulder blades and spine visible beneath my smooth white skin, which for some reason turned her on like to no end. I turned my head back every chance I got towards her, watching her as she was fucking me senseless.

“You like that, don’t you baby,” Christine said. “Me fucking you from behind, pounding your tight little pussy with my huge cock, while I’m staring down at her beautiful round ass.”

I didn’t reply, instead choosing to answer her by slamming my ass against her magic wand causing her to fuck me more aggressively.

“There you go,” Christine said, my breath growing more shallow with each thrust.

“Just like that baby. Like you deserve to be fucked.”

She pressed down on the small of my back, leaning forward, into me just a little bit, changing the angle of penetration, allowing her more depth and leverage. She held it there in position as she hammered away at me. My breathing was becoming more rhythmic, in tune with her thrusts. I caught myself grunting, sounding more animalistic making Christine feel like she doing everything right, which she was. How could we escalate the situation to another level without cumming? Neither of us wanted this to end.

I had shifted so that I was once again facing forward, my face no longer needing to turn back towards Christine. She pulled me in closer, my wavy brown hair spilling wildly down back. Christine grabbed a handful of it and gave it a quick tug causing my head to jerk back. I yelped in surprise and delight as my head snapped back. Then Christine went in like a vampire for my neck, tonguing and suckling it. She slowly and with short quick movements guided her tongue to my earlobes and began flicking them feverishly, making my spine tingle uncontrollably.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you baby?” she said. “You like my tongue on your earlobes?”

I nodded.

“What?” she asked. “I can’t hear you”

“I love it, please give me more” I said, my voice now reduced a primal groan.

Christine gave my hair another tug and held it there, forcing my back to arch even further, exposing my delicate spine and shoulder blades even more. A shiver of excitement coursed through my body. I didn’t know why the sight of my back straining turned her on so much but it obviously did.

“Harder,” I pleaded. “Pull it harder. Bend me over like a fucking violin.” I screamed. I couldn’t take much more, I just wanted her deeper and deeper.

Christine did as I begged, pulling hard enough to lift my upper body up and back towards her. I halted my progress by grabbing even more tightly onto wood of the desk, creating that much more tension in my back and more arch in my spine. I thought I was going to snap, but I didn’t care by that point.

My throat was now way too stretched for any words or light conversation. All I could do was growl and moan like a bitch in heat. My body was still eagerly bucking against Christine’s though, I was obviously still enjoying myself. The position of my body, which accentuated my ass, pleased her. My ass still round, yet not too small but not too big, was built for naturally fucking from behind. Christine was mesmerized and found that she couldn’t take her eyes off my ample bottom. I knew she wanted to shove her toy in my perfect tiny little pink asshole, which was opened slightly due to my excitement, even though Christine had gave it a nice tongue lashing before, I wasn’t sure if I could take her whole enchilada, it was just so damn big!.

I know that by now she was tempted to give it a shot just to see how I’d react, but the mere thought of it was too much for me to handle. Just the idea of her playing with my asshole was enough to send me over the edge.

She was now pounding away at me even more aggressively as our impending orgasms grew closer and closer. And then.

“I’m gonna cum,” Christine whispered harshly.

“Right now?” I asked.

“Yes, right now.” she replied.

“Here I cum baby. Here I fucking cum!”

But I just kept on going, I wanted all of it too. Finally she began releasing as she grabbed on to my hips with every once of strength she could muster just to hold on, Suddenly she let out, “Fuhhhck!”. Before collapsing over my bent over frame, kissing my neck passionately.

After a few moments of simmering in the afterglows of our ecstasies, both of us bent over the desk, her listless, sweaty body covering mine. She got up, laughed and slapped me on the ass, then I stood up and headed towards the executive bathroom to pee. She dropped onto her plush office carpeting, feeling exhausted and a little spent.

When I returned, I got down and lied next to her, snuggling into her bosom. We laid there for a few minutes without saying a word, the she got up and asked, “Another drink?”

She mixed another shaker with a fruity type of martini this time and set both glasses down on the low but wide table in front the sofa at the other side of the room. I had never really noticed before how elegant everything was, but you could tell that no expense was spared for the furnishing, nor I’m sure for the interior designer.

Smiling, “Here you are dear.” she said.

“Thank you.” I replied, savoring the moment of being served by my CEO boss for whom I had spent most of my waking hours at her office serving.

After we had finished our drinks, she said,

“One more and then we’ll slow things down a bit”.

I took a deep breath and nodded. This time, she finished hers first and I followed, but barely taking a few sips. Then she set her glass down and so did I.

“Are you ready for round two?” she said with a devilish grin.

Christine set her empty cocktail glass on the table and stood up. Then she walked and stood over me, waiting, looking at me and then down at her cunt. This woman had true stamina. A real independent woman who liked her martini’s shaken not stirred and her women big, beautiful and curvy.

“What do you want?” I asked coyly, feigning a slight ignorance.

Smiling once again, she said, “You know what I want baby.”

Then she said “I want you to eat my pussy”, this time more forcefully.

It was time to get down to business and start fucking.

“Get over here and suck my fucking cunt.” “That’s it,” Christine said, flashing her shit eating grin.

“That’s the Brenda I’ve been checking out these past few months. Let’s see if you can handle part two.” “Get on your knees,” Christine said, getting into it now. After all, this is what I had dreamed about for 6 months too.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, and did as I was told.

On my knees before her, her glistening pussy glaring at me in the eye, still fully moist and begging for attention. I turned and looked up at her. My eyes as wide as a puppy-dog’s wagging its tail, I asked,

“Now what Ma’am?”.

“Now open your pretty little mouth,” she said.

Which I did with pleasure.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” I could sense a little drivel forming in anticipation. “Now stick your tongue in.”

With that I took the folds of her vulva and started caressing them with the tip of my tongue the dipping in inside just a little, teasing her while lapping up all her sweet juices savoring every bit of her goodness.

By now Christine didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew instinctively and took care of it myself, going down to work on that swollen nub of hers, which needed my desperate attention and I was only too happy to oblige. Suckling and licking, while looking up at her with her head back in pleasure. Pushing her snatch further to my mouth and brushing up it against the sides of my cheeks. I knew she liked how I worked her pussy.

“More,” she moaned. “More”.

I brought the tip of her clit in for a moment before popping it back out of my mouth, again and again, bobbing it in and out. Then I went in total deep-throat with my tongue. This excited Christine to no end as her groans became deeper and deeper with each lapping sound my willing mouth was causing. My hand still working her butt-hole while savoring her pussy, I wanted to taste her more and more I couldn’t get enough.

As I tilted my head slightly upward Christine told me,

“Take me, take me all the way baby”.

This time adding a little more urgency to it. I dutifully obeyed, taking her cunt in my mouth even deeper. This time the slobbering came much louder as I was almost at the point of suffocating down there, but I didn’t care. I had my face buried so far down her womanhood that it had almost disappeared from sight.

“Holy shit, you’re so damn good down there, baby!” Christine said, looking down at me as I was lapping up her pussy, saliva now dripping from the corners of my mouth.

My nose was almost brushing up against her stomach, my mind completely engaged on making her cum. I was able to hold her clit on my tongue for a good 10 seconds before finally pulling off to get some air. Her glistening pussy and swollen clit were incredible. “How was I able to get her to moan like that at will?” I asked myself, clearly impressed with my quickly developing oral skills.

I took a deep breath and smiled innocently up at her. My eyes shone in the excitement of pleasing her.

“You liked that, didn’t you baby?” she asked.

I nodded in agreement.

“Now I want to fuck your face. Do you think you can handle that baby?”

I nodded again.

Christine grabbed the mess of the thick hair on the back of my head and began slamming her cunt into my willingly opened mouth. Holding my head in place with two handfuls of hair, she began to fuck my face, pumping her hips rhythmically forward, giving me just part of her pussy’s sweetness to taste with every thrust. She was holding back a little, was she teasing me? Or was she training me one lick at a time. I knew that this was exactly what I wanted, but I was still feeling a little self-conscious, not sure if I would be able to please her in the manner she wanted. I reflexively pushed her back just a little, but this seemed to encourage her determination and I was getting turned on as the skin between my thighs began to heat up.

A little flare of anger rose up through the depths of my body, I was determined to use it to give her what she wanted.

“Better, baby, that’s right.” she said, sliding one hand from the back to the top of my bobbing head while grasping a clump of my messy hair in a firm grip.

“Just like that, baby” she moaned.

When I opened her mouth to look up at her, she would just slam her cunt right back into my face.

Every time she ground her cunt I was determined to hold it there, but her grinds were too strong, but it didn’t upset me. Actually, it turned me on even more, just knowing how much she wanted me to be inside of her using anything she had access to. I was in heaven, smiling blissfully with her pussy in my mouth eyes dancing like sugar plumbs in my head. I was clearly

enjoying this, perhaps even more than anything else we’d done so far. Taking Christine’s luscious cunt deeper into my mouth. The gagging, coughing and slurping sounds coming from my mouth just encouraged her even more.

“That’s so good baby,” she said as she continued brushing her cunt against my mouth, giving the whole thing.

I was finally fully comfortable with the situation, feeling her pussy clenching more and more seemingly with each thrust, I could feel that she was about to cum when...

Suddenly, Christine stopped, leaned down and put her hands on both sides of my head and lowered her body on top of mine. Wrapping her arms around my torso and rolled me over so that I was now on top of her. I squealed in utter pleasure as she slid her hands down to palm each cheek of my hot round buttocks. She squeezed and wiggled my hips over her own, enjoying every womanly curve of my body. I was so wet and that had her even more fucking hot, I thought she would take me right there. But she began kissing me deeply, trailing her tongue down my neck to my shoulder. I felt her cunt rubbing fiercely on to mine more and more. She had only been my second woman, but what a woman! They were so different in pleasuring me. Christine could keep loving a woman’s body like mine until they pleaded with her to stop. Feeling no regrets about my decisions I spread my thighs to straddle her thrusting hips as I slid back and forth over her wanting, aching pussy, feeling it rubbing my already sensitive and swollen clit. Christine seemed to enjoy watching my ecstatic facial expressions while pounding my flesh, riding me like a wild filly. I was absorbing the sensations of stimulating her little nub this way.

My bare breasts were swaying as I bounced up and down on her. We were both moaning so loud! Her hands gripping my wide hips and she started rocking me on her. I was very very wet, and I could feel my juices sticking to the skin of her crotch as I ground my body down against her.

"That's right, baby," Christine said, as she was holding me steady while riding her.

I tilted my hips slightly for a different angle and Christine’s cunt brushed against my clit.

“Oh my God! Right there!” I screamed as I pressed down harder, searching desperately for more friction at that spot. I continued to get wetter soaking her womanhood as it was slamming my sweet pussy.

Beneath me, Christine’s strong body was tense and tight, but being on top of her felt natural, my body knew what to do and how to react to her every movement. It was almost as if we were one. Bracing my feet on the floor, I rubbed myself harder against her snatch. My thighs were trembling with wanton desire. I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm, but I didn’t want the closeness, the pleasure to end. I needed a little more control or she would push me over into that wonderful feeling of orgasm. I felt her hand reach and cover my breast, squeezing my nipple roughly as it was as hard as hers.

This was a long session, but more intense than our first. Our first had been naughty and exciting. The thrill of finally being able to touch each other, making each other cum had been exhilarating. This time though, it was more about pushing our bodies and orgasms to the limit. I had been on top of her, riding her hard, my ass rippling beneath her hard fingers as she pressed them deeper and deeper into my flesh.

Christine began slapping my bare ass as I panted on top of her. She was kissing me passionately, her tongue licking and sucking on my tits as if they were lollipops.

I kept grinding my pussy into her harder. Fucking this woman was my only reality now, I was in the moment and her heightened pleasure just made me drawn to it, everything had become so real and animalistic. Christine grunted as she slapped and grabbed my ass again. Her palms slapping my reddened flesh in sharper blows whenever I slowed down.

“Oh...My God...oh, yes. Holy Fuck!” I grunted, biting my teeth into my lower lip.

This only made Christine slam me even harder, grinding me with her snatch using all her strength.

Her fingers anchoring my wide hips down in position as I kept convulsively gyrating and bobbing with all my might over her crotch, I’m surprised I didn’t break her. My breasts were flopping in her face, my sore swollen nipples teasing her lips and tongue. Her athletic shape flexing and jerking beneath me. My breasts, my hips and all my curves pouncing on top of her.

Christine was a real woman and was able to control all of the feminine glory I was throwing at her and she wanted more. I was at the edge, about to tighten and twitch with the release my yearning body craved.

My hips were coming down hard on her pelvis while she kept hammering her into me as I got wetter and stickier, we were still on the carpet and my hands clenched the legs of the arm chair in front of me with all my strength. Her pounding was tearing me up, turning me into a grunting, sweating, heaving mess on top of her taut body, but she could take it, every single inch of me, my curves. The more I pounced the harder she ground. Her fingers biting into my jiggling ass cheeks, my breasts flopping up and down, my nipples teasing her face. Christine’s lips and teeth clamping down and caressing every part of my body they could reach.

Suddenly, I felt the rush throughout my body beginning to bubble and tingle within me. I was about to cum and explode like a volcano and there was no way I could hold it back any longer.

“OH MY GOD!” I moaned at the top of whatever strength in my voice I had left.

My orgasm shook me to my very core. Wave after wave of tingling sensation flowing over me like an ocean. Christine then took my ass and yanked it closer to her for one last jolt. She held it there with every last bit of strength she had left for what seemed was forever. Each muscle in her body so tense to the point that they were about to explode. Then, suddenly she pulled me in tight and she burst into jolts of electricity which seemingly took her over the edge into ecstasy.

Our convulsions slowing rhythmically with each jolt. Her hips jabbing up, her back arching up behind her with only shoulder blades touching the luxurious carpet below her. Her spasms lessened as my orgasm began to soften, and then stopped, leaving me exhausted, slumping over this beautiful sweating example of womanhood, gasping for air. I froze there above her, shaking and sobbing as I had cum for the second time that evening. Christine's hardened muscles began to relax. Finally laying there flat under me, resting her slender, tired out limbs draping over me. I lifted my face and kissed her cheek softly.

We shared a smile as she kissed the back of my hand in a very polite yet in an oddly gentleman sort of way, while my other hand caressed her, following the line of her form, still slick from our passionate fever.

“Why don’t you take tomorrow off my little kitten. Have a 3 day weekend, you deserve it.” she said.

We laid there for a while, then she said, “You know we both deserve it. Let’s spend the weekend at my beach house, what do you say?”

Cooing in her arms, I nodded and smiled……..