Excerpt When she had a mind to Angela could suck him off and swallow his load, and all without spilling a drop. So Torrance was suspicious when her
mouth backed away and she started rubbing the seeping head over her full lips. His tight, aching balls were on the verge of climax and were
pushing a surprising amount of cum through the elongated eye. It was a nearly steady surge that left her mouth and chin milky wet. She
collected the rest on her tongue.
Angela leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down toward her. Torrance wasn’t sure why he cooperated.
Maybe he was curious, or maybe ... hell, he didn’t know why. Maybe he just did it because she looked so beautiful at that moment with her
dark eyes sparkling with emotion and those full lips glistening with seed.
As soon as their lips met her tongue pushed deeply into Torrance’s mouth and entwined with his. A burst of salty flavor was injected into
the kiss. Suddenly semen was smeared on his lips and chin. It was the messiest embrace he’d ever participated in, but he couldn’t deny
that it felt extremely erotic. Then Angela broke it off, licking his lips and chin clean. He liked that part the best.
“How do you want it, baby?” she inquired. “What turns you on, huh? I can fuck you in the chair, or I can bend over the desk and take you
from behind. Just tell me. I want so badly to make you happy.”
Torrance briefly considered the options. What he really wanted was to pull Liz or one of the other cuties into the mix. Watch the two
dames go at it for a while and then fuck them both. But somehow he knew better than to voice that suggestion. Dames didn’t think outside
the box like that, not at a time like this. They just wanted a man to have what was in their box.
“Bend over the desk, that’d be fine,” he decided.
She grinned. “Aren’t you glad I cleaned it off? You haven’t seen the top of your desk since I first started working here.”
“Yeah, you done real good,” he automatically replied without giving her comment any serious thought. At a time like this his mental
process was focused in on one thing only.
Angela leaned over the uncluttered desk and grabbed the far edge with both hands. She felt his hands on her hips as he moved in behind
her. The tip of his cock easily speared between her swollen folds and quickly found its mark. With an insistent pushing of his hips
Torrance stretched the narrow orifice wide.
“Oh baby, you are bigger,” she realized as the normally brief sting was lasting longer.
He kept pushing, forcing her muscle to take him. The rounded head penetrated and eased inside. Beads of perspiration appeared on Angela’s
brow. She breathed a sigh of relief when his prick gained entry. He pulled back on her hips as he thrust forward. His throbbing shaft
shifted along the tight, wet canal as she took half of his length. As he did Angela rotated her hips, helping to work him inside.
He pulled back and took a deep breath before pushing forward a second time. Angela knew he wanted to be fully engulfed by her cunt and she
braced her body, giving him something hard to push against. After a brief effort her luscious sex yielded and he sank into her completely.
When Angela heard a long groan of delight behind her she knew Torrance was enjoying what her pussy was giving him.
This time it wasn’t about Angela, it was all about him. Torrance felt no compulsion to satisfy her sexual needs, just his own. Besides,
the dame had left him high and dry earlier. He’d do the same to her if necessary. With only his own desire to consider he grasped those
shapely ass cheeks and fucked her fast and hard. His powerful thrusts slammed the front of her thighs into the desktop hard.
There was no emotion in the act for him, it was just sheer animalistic mating. All mechanical with the only goal being the pursuit of his
self-pleasure. When Torrance heard her breathing growing heavier, he knew she was getting close. But his cum was already moving upward,
and he had no intention of delaying his orgasm.
Seconds later he grunted aloud. His body stiffened as the tingling pressure in his sacs peaked. Torrance burrowed deep inside of her
juicy canal and climaxed. A long, thin vein of cum was ejaculated from the head. His hips kept driving, repeatedly stimulating the
sensitized tip and triggering several successive contractions that drained his aching balls of all that they contained.
“Oh Torrance, I was so close,” Angela breathlessly complained after he immediately withdrew.
He sat back in his chair. As she turned around and confronted him with a frustrated scowl on her face he grinned and reached for a
cigarette. She silently watched as he lit up.
“You could’ve stayed inside and gotten me off, we both know that,” she pointedly stated. “You’re one selfish bastard.”
Torrance shook his head in disbelief as he listened to her accusation. This dame had worked her way under his skin, talked him into
erecting a strip club that she already had set her sights on running, and somehow he was the selfish bastard? He heavily sighed. Dames had
a short memory when it suited them.
“What was that I heard you say?” he wondered, trying to recall the exact wording. “Oh yeah. Take care of matters with your own two
hands.”
Angela angrily leaned over and reclaimed her scattered clothing. She didn’t dress there. She refused to give him the satisfaction of
watching her. The Ladies restroom was just across the hall. But she wasn’t quite finished yet.
“Don’t play with me, Torrance, I’ll bite!”
He wasn’t overly concerned. She needed him. After a few hours she’d cool off and things would be back to normal. He sucked on the
cigarette and exhaled a cloud of acrid white smoke. He silently considered which one of his vices would kill him first.
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