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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