Her office was nice, spacious and well-lit, with a wide mahogany desk, a comfortable leather office chair, a sleek PC setup, and floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall. Being on a higher floor, the view was good: city skyline stretching out below, sunlight glinting off glass buildings, distant traffic moving like slow rivers far beneath us.
The room smelled faintly of her perfume, something floral and warm, mixed with the clean scent of printer paper and coffee.
"Nice office, Judy," I said as I looked around, taking it all in.
"Thanks, Alex. Please take a seat," she replied, gesturing toward the wide sofa against the opposite wall. It was plush, dark gray, big enough for two people to sit comfortably.
I walked over and sat down, leaning back against the cushions with my arms spread wide along the backrest and my legs parted.
Judy came slowly and deliberately, hips swaying just enough to draw my eyes. She sat right beside me, so close our thighs touched from hip to knee. The heat of her body radiated through her tight black office pants, soft but firm against my leg.
She smelled even better up close, her perfume, the smell of faint soap, and the subtle musk of her arousal.
"I missed you so much, Alex," Judy said, voice low and husky. She leaned closer, pressing her side against mine, and placed her hand on my thigh, fingers splaying wide, caressing slowly in small circles. Her touch was light at first, then firmer, tracing higher toward my growing bulge.
Her fingers felt really good, warm, confident, nails lightly scraping through the denim. My dick twitched hard under her palm as she kept playing with my thigh, inching closer to the thick ridge straining against my zipper.
She'd probably fingered herself a hundred times waiting for me, every ignored message, every late-night fantasy about my cock stretching her again. I could see how turned on she was just from getting close to me again.
"Yeah?" I said, putting my hand on her chin and gently lifting her face so she had to look into my eyes instead of staring at my crotch. "I'm sure you had fun with Neil's dad over the weekend."
She moved even closer, pressing her full body against my side now, one heavy breast squishing softly against my arm, nipple stiff through her shirt and bra. Her breath hitched at my words, cheeks flushing deeper.
"No, Alex... he just doesn't have what you do," Judy said, squeezing my thigh harder, her fingers digging into the muscle just inches from my bulge. Her touch was possessive, needy, like she was trying to claim me right there in her office.
"Yeah?" I asked, teasing her, voice low as I leaned back further on the sofa. "What's that?"
Judy's cheeks flushed deeper. She looked down at my growing bulge, then back up at me, eyes dark, lips parted. "He wanted to get away for the weekend, Alex. Said he wanted to surprise me. He'd been taking some pills for enhancement... but after that night with you, I just couldn't even look at him that way anymore."
She was fully addicted to my cock, just like every other woman I'd fucked over the past few days. The memory of how I'd stretched her, filled her, made her scream in my room while Neil saw some of it had ruined her husband for good. No pill could compete with the real thing.
"See these?" Judy whispered, her voice trembling with need. She opened her shirt a little more, tugging the fabric aside until her black lace bra came fully into view. She cupped one heavy breast and squeezed it gently, showing me how sensitive they still were.
Her nipples were rock-hard beneath the thin lace, dark and swollen, pressing against the material like they were begging for my mouth again. "They've been so hard since that night. You were so rough on them... ahh... I've been aching ever since."
"You should have gone with him, Judy," I teased, voice dropping lower. "Your husband might have wanted to give Neil a brother or sister."
"Why don't we give Neil a sibling, Alex?" she replied instantly, her hand sliding from my thigh to my abs. She pulled my shirt up slowly, exposing my stomach, and ran her fingers over bare skin, caressing lower, closer to my pubes.
Her touch was light but deliberate, nails grazing just above my waistband, making my cock jump hard in my pants. "I want you to cum inside me again... deep... filling me until I'm dripping. Please..."
The thought of getting my friend's mom pregnant was really exciting, seeing her belly swell with my child while she tried to keep up her strict, disciplined facade at work and home. The risk, the taboo, the way her body would change because of my cum inside her, it made my dick throb harder than ever.
And right now, looking at her like this, shirt half-open, heavy breasts spilling over black lace, nipples dark and straining against the thin fabric like they were begging to be sucked again, my cock wanted to cum inside her so bad, while her colleagues outside listening through the thin walls, hearing her moans turn into desperate cries as I bred her, dying with jealousy because the hot, untouchable Judy was getting ruined by a guy half her age.
I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed, hard enough to make her gasp softly.
Her ass was really so hot; I remembered the way I'd bent her over the stool in my room that night, spreading her cheeks wide and fucking her tight asshole deep while she tried to stay quiet so Neil wouldn't hear.
The memory made me grip her thigh tighter, thumb brushing higher toward the seam of her pants where I could already feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
She leaned in closer, lips brushing my ear, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. "I've been touching myself every night thinking about you, Alex... imagining your thick cock stretching me again, filling me until I'm dripping. I can't wait anymore, Alex..."
Her breathing was ragged now, chest heaving, breasts rising and falling in the open shirt, nipples straining against the lace like they were about to tear through. Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to ease the ache between them, but it only made her squirm more on the sofa.
Her hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers grazing the outline of my hard cock through my pants, squeezing gently as she felt how thick and ready I was. She whimpered softly at the contact, hips rocking once against nothing, desperate for friction.
"It's so hard, Alex," Judy said, her voice low and trembling as she pressed her palm firmly against my bulge. She rubbed slowly in circles, feeling every thick inch straining against my jeans, the heat of her hand making my cock throb even harder.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark, needy, full of that same desperate hunger she'd had the first time I bent her over.
"Take it out, Judy," I said, voice rough. My dick was aching for relief, trapped and pulsing in my pants, leaking steadily against the fabric.
She didn't hesitate. Her fingers reached up and slowly unbuttoned my jeans, popping it free with a quiet snap, then dragged the zipper down tooth by tooth. The sound was loud in the quiet office, almost obscene. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and pulled them halfway down my thighs, letting my cock spring free.
It lay heavy between my legs, thick and veined, already half-hard from her teasing, the shaft lined with prominent ridges, head swollen and dark, a bead of precum glistening at the slit.
Judy stared at it like she'd found an oasis in the desert after days without water.
She wrapped her hand around it immediately, soft palm squeezing gently, fingers barely meeting around the girth. "Oh God, Alex... I missed it so much," she whispered, almost reverently, as she worshipped my cock with slow, loving strokes.
Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the leaking precum, making it glisten under the office light.
"Make it fully hard, Judy," I said, leaning back further on the sofa. My dick wanted more stimulation, needed to be stroked, sucked, worshipped until it stood like a metal rod, ready to stretch her again.
Judy stood up slowly, then knelt down in front of me on the carpeted floor between my spread thighs. Her knees hit the ground with a soft thud. She looked up at me, eyes locked on mine, while her hand kept working my cock, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls.
Her heavy breasts hung forward inside her open blouse, the black lace bra barely containing them, her nipples stiff and dark behind the sheer material.
I felt like a king, sitting comfortably in a plush office sofa in the middle of the afternoon, arms spread wide along the backrest, legs open, while a hot, married woman worshipped my cock on her knees in front of me.
Outside the big glass windows, the world kept moving, people worrying about their daily lives, rushing between meetings, checking their phones, stressing over bills and responsibilities, but in here, time had slowed to the rhythm of her mouth and my breathing.
The blinds were down, the AC hummed softly, and the only thing that mattered was the wet heat of Judy's tongue sliding along my shaft.
I pulled my phone from the pocket of my jeans, which were still bunched around my lower thighs, and unlocked the screen while Judy kept sucking my cock with slow, devoted pulls.
Judy leaned in close, pressing her nose right against the base of my cock and inhaling deeply, like my scent was better than any perfume she owned. She inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering closed in pure bliss, she was fully addicted to it.
Every other smell, every other man, every other thing in her life paled in comparison to the raw, musky aroma of my dick.
"It's so tasty, Alex... ahh," she whispered, voice trembling with need. She dragged her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the swollen head, long, deliberate licks, tasting every inch, every ridge, every vein.
"Ahh, Judy... your tongue feels so good," I groaned, hips bucking forward instinctively, pushing deeper into her warm mouth. She moaned around my cock, vibrations shooting straight through me, determined to pleasure me fully while I casually scrolled my phone.
I glanced at my phone and noticed a few messages waiting for me, one of them was from my mom.
"What does she need?" I muttered under my breath as I opened it.
'Alex, Julie and Lucy will be staying at your place this Wednesday. They're coming into town for some work, and I've already sent them your address.'
What the fuck? Why would they? And who decided that? I thought, staring at the screen.
Julie and Lucy were my cousins, the daughters of my dad's older brother. Julie was thirty, married two years ago, and already had a baby who had just turned one. Lucy was two years younger—twenty-eight, and always a little more reckless than her sister.
Now they were coming to stay at my apartment. Great. Both of them were nothing but trouble.
When we were kids, they used to gang up on me every time the family got together, never missing a chance to tease or push me around. And now my mom had casually handed them my address like it was no big deal.
I looked down and saw that Judy had made my dick fully hard with her mouth. She sucked it so greedily, lips stretched wide around the thick shaft, cheeks hollowing with every deep pull, tongue swirling relentlessly over the head and underside.
My cock glistened completely, coated in a thick layer of her saliva that dripped down the veiny length.
"Come here, Judy," I said, setting my phone aside on the sofa. I reached for her arms and guided her to stand up between my spread legs.
She rose slowly.
I slid my hands over her tight black office pants and rested them on her wide hips, pulling her closer to me.
"You've gotten more thick, Judy," I murmured, letting one hand drift over the curve of her ass before giving it a slow, firm squeeze.
"Alex... Please," Judy moaned softly, her body melting into my touch.
I kept feeling her ass, it looked so much thicker than before, rounder, fuller, straining against the tight black office pants like the fabric was about to give up. Every squeeze made her cheeks overflow my palms, soft yet firm, warm through the material.
"Turn around, Judy," I said, gripping her hips firmly. "Let me see that ass."
She turned slowly between my legs.
My God, that ass was too juicy. Her massive cheeks were trapped in those tight pants, the seam running straight down the middle like an invitation. The pants hugged every curve so closely that I could see the faint outline of her panties. I wanted to bury my face between those massive cheeks, spread them wide, and lick every inch of her.
"Damn, you are thick as hell," I said, voice rough with hunger.
I slapped one ass cheek hard.
SLAP
The sound cracked sharply in the quiet office. Her cheek tried to jiggle, flesh rippling under the impact, but the pants were too tight, holding everything in place, turning the bounce into a firm, controlled tremor.
I pulled her closer by the hips, then I leaned in and put my mouth on her ass over the pants—nose pressed into the deep cleft, inhaling deeply.
"Ahhh.."
I could smell her perfume, light and floral, mixed with the faint powdery scent of whatever she'd dusted on her panties that morning. Underneath it all was her own warm, musky arousal—subtle but unmistakable, making my cock throb painfully.
I slapped again, harder, then brought both my hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed.
They were so juicy and firm, overflowing my grip, soft flesh yielding under my fingers, yet springing back with every knead. I spread them slightly through the pants, feeling the heat radiating from her crack, imagining how wet her thong must be right now.
"Alex... someone might hear us," Judy moaned, voice cracking with a mix of shame and need.
My slaps had been loud, sharp cracks echoing off the walls, and people outside must have been wondering what the fuck was happening in the locked office of their strict colleague.
"Let them hear it, Judy," I said, voice low and commanding.
I pulled her back fully and made her sit between my legs—her tight ass pressing directly against my dick. My pants were still halfway down my thighs, cock standing straight up, thick and leaking, trapped between her cheeks through the thin barrier of her pants.
She rocked back instinctively, grinding once, slow and needy, making us both groan.
Her shirt was already a mess, half-unbuttoned, wrinkled, clinging tightly to her boobs, but it was still on. I placed my hands on the remaining buttons and opened them slowly, one by one, letting the fabric part wider with deliberate patience.
Judy watched my fingers intently, her eyes fixed on every button as it slipped free, a slow hunger building in her gaze.
Her breathing grew heavier with each small release, just from the anticipation of how I was going to pleasure her nipples.
The first time Judy met me, I had broken her by twisting her sensitive nipples until she cried out and begged. That memory was written all over her face right now, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes dark as she relived it.
She knew exactly what my hands could do, and the thought alone had her trembling.
I slid the shirt off her shoulders completely and threw it aside. It landed in a crumpled heap on her office floor. Now she was just in her black lace bra, thin straps digging into her shoulders, cups straining to contain her huge, heavy breasts.
The lace was sheer enough that her dark pink areolas showed through, nipples already stiff and poking hard against the material like they were desperate for attention.
I reached behind her back, my fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With one quick motion, I unhooked it, the hooks popping free, and let the fabric fall forward. It slid down her arms and dropped to the ground near the sofa, the straps brushing lightly against my foot as it landed.
Her massive melons were completely free now, heavy and full, swaying slightly as they settled into their natural shape. Her skin was creamy and faintly flushed with arousal, subtle veins visible beneath the surface. Her nipples stood thick and erect, straining forward as if silently begging to be touched.
I reached forward immediately and took both breasts in my hands, and squeezed them firmly.
"Ahh, Alex..." Judy moaned, voice cracking as my fingers finally grazed her sensitive nipples.
I wasn't even focusing on them yet, just the lightest brush, and she was already melting. Her back arched, pushing her chest harder into my hands, hips shifting restlessly against my dick.
My dick was going crazy, throbbing painfully against her ass leaking steadily, thinking how I was fondling my friend's mom's boobs like I fucking owned them. And I did. These tits were mine to play with, mine to do whatever I wanted.
The thought made me squeeze harder, thumbs rolling her nipples now, pinching lightly, tugging just enough to make her gasp and whimper.
"Ahh... you are so rough, Alex..." Judy moaned, her voice cracking into a high, needy whimper as she placed her hands over mine and made me squeeze even harder.
Her fingers pressed down on top of mine, guiding me to crush her heavy breast more firmly, the soft flesh spilling between my knuckles while her nipple throbbed against my palm like it was trying to push through the skin.
Hearing her moans made me more hornier.
I pinched her nipples even harder, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make her gasp and arch her back, pushing her tits deeper into my hands.
My dick was straining painfully against her ass through her tight office pants, trapped between those massive, juicy cheeks.
My cock begged me to rip those pants down and bury itself in her ass right then, stretch that tight hole while her male colleagues outside jerked off to the sound of her moans, knowing full well they'd never get an ass like Judy's.
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She was naked from the waist up, but I still had my shirt on. I quickly pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed.
Then I pulled Judy fully back against me, her thick body molding perfectly to my chest, and leaned forward from the left side.
My mouth found her left nipple immediately. I bit down hard, teeth sinking into the swollen peak. Judy cried out, sharp and desperate, hips bucking back against my cock as fresh wetness soaked through her panties and pants.
"Ahh..., Oh God, Alex," she cried out in pleasure as I bit her nipple.
I didn't stop, sucking the bitten nipple deep into my mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud while my other hand kept kneading her right breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in rhythm.
Milk-white skin flushed red around the areolas from how roughly I handled them, veins standing out under the surface as her tits swelled even more under my touch.
After I sucked and bit her nipples for a while, leaving them red, swollen, and throbbing, I made Judy stand up between my legs and turned her around to face me.
Her heavy breasts swayed freely as she moved, still flushed and sensitive from my mouth, nipples dark and erect like they were begging for more.
I put my hands on her pants and unbuttoned them slowly. I slid them down over her wide hips. The fabric resisted, her ass was too thick, but she helped me work them lower. Once they were down, I pushed them off completely and threw them aside.
I quickly removed my own pants that were still bunched around my lower thighs, shoving them off completely and tossing them to the floor. Now I was fully naked, no underwear, my thick cock standing straight up, veined, hard, leaking steadily from the tip.
Judy still had her black lace panties on, thin and sheer, already soaked through in the center where her arousal had darkened the fabric. The sight made her look so fucking breedable, wide hips flaring out, thick thighs pressed together, the damp lace clinging to her swollen lips like a second skin.
I pulled her closer, hands on her hips, and kissed her along the waistband of her panties. My lips traced the line where the lace met her skin, slow, open-mouthed kisses tasting the salt of her sweat. Judy put her hands in my hair and pulled me closer, her fingers threading through the strands, her hips tilting forward instinctively to give me better access.
Then I pressed my tongue flat against her pussy over the fabric and licked, long, firm strokes from bottom to top. The lace was so damp now, soaked with her juices, and I could taste her arousal clearly, sweet, musky and addictive.
The thin material did nothing to hide how swollen and wet she was, every lick made her clit throb visibly beneath the lace.
"You are so wet, Judy," I said, looking up at her as I rubbed her pussy with my fingers, circling her clit through the panties, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp.
"It's because of you, Alex," she whispered, voice trembling, thighs shaking slightly as she fought to stay standing.
I quickly pulled off her panties and threw them aside. Now we were both fully naked.
She looked so incredibly hot standing there like that, her heavy breasts, her wide hips, and that ass that was making my making my cock scream.
I stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her thick body pressed tightly against mine.
"You love my ass, Alex?" Judy said, breaking the kiss, then turning slightly to show me how huge her ass looked, how thick her ass-cheeks were.
I stepped closer and pressed my hard dick right against her hips, rubbing the thick shaft slowly along the upper curve of one cheek.
"It's so hot, Judy," I said, voice rough, hands sliding down to grip her waist and pull her tighter against me.
Judy smiled, wicked and knowing, and pushed me playfully with her palms against my chest. She moved slowly, getting closer to the sofa while glancing over her shoulder the whole time, watching how hungrily my eyes followed her ass. Every step made her cheeks sway and bounce.
Then she climbed onto the sofa, her knees sinking into the cushions, her hands braced on the backrest, and got on all fours. She kept her ass hanging out over the edge, arching her back deeply so her cheeks pushed out even more, the position making her hole and pussy completely visible, ready to be devoured by me, inviting me to fuck her ass raw right there in her office.
"Come here then," she said, glancing back with a smile, biting her lower lip. "Show me how much you love it." She gestured with a small wiggle of her hips, making her heavy cheeks jiggle, begging me to come close and shove my cock in her ass.
I moved closer immediately and placed my swollen dick head right against her asshole, pressing the thick tip against the tight ring.
"You are such a slutty mother, Judy," I said, as I moved my head on her asshole.
"Oh god... it's so thick," Judy moaned, voice cracking as she realized just how wide my head felt against her tiny hole. Her asshole clenched instinctively, pulsing against the pressure, while her thighs trembled and her back arched even deeper, pushing back toward me like she couldn't wait to be stretched.
As I kept rubbing my swollen cock-head against her twitching asshole, someone suddenly opened Judy's office door without knocking.
"Ma'am, can I get your signature on these?"
A young woman stood at the door with a stack of files in her hands. She spoke without fully looking inside, pushing the door open halfway and leaning her head in to ask for permission.
The words had barely left her mouth before she froze in place.
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The girl froze in the doorway, a stack of documents clutched tightly against her chest. She stood half in, half out of the room, the door propped open just wide enough to poke her head inside. From her angle, she could see us clearly, the sofa positioned slightly to the left of the entrance, shielded from the open-plan area outside where her colleagues were working.
No one else could see in, but she had a perfect view.
Her eyes went wide when they landed on my massive cock, thick, veined, swollen head glistening with precum, pressed firmly against Judy's tight asshole. Judy was still on all fours on the sofa.
My cock-head nudged insistently against the tiny ring, stretching the pink skin slightly with every slow rub, ready to push in.
"Sorry, ma'am... I'll come back," the girl stammered, her cheeks flaming red as she began to retreat, already pulling the door closed.
"No, no, it's okay—just come in," Judy said calmly, voice steady despite the way her body trembled. She stayed bent forward on all fours, ass still hanging out over the edge of the sofa, pussy visibly leaking fresh juices down her inner thighs.
The interruption had only made her more aroused, her hole clenching around nothing, more wetness dripping as the thrill of being watched coursed through her.
The girl hesitated, eyes darting from Judy's flushed, naked body to my hard cock still pressed against her boss's asshole, but she couldn't say no to Judy.
She stepped fully inside, closed the door softly behind her, and stood there awkwardly, files pressed to her chest like a shield.
"Ma'am, these documents are important," the girl said quietly, her voice shaking. "I need your signatures on them."
She couldn't look away, her gaze kept flicking back to my cock, the thick head pressing against Judy's tight ring, the slow grind that made Judy's ass cheeks quiver slightly with each movement.
I stopped rubbing for a moment, thinking Judy might get up to sign the papers. But she didn't move.
"Alex, this is my assistant," Judy said casually, as if introducing someone during a normal meeting. "Don't mind her."
She wasn't in any hurry to sign anything. She wanted the girl to see, wanted her young assistant to witness exactly what was happening. The girl was around my age, pretty, nervous, dressed in a neat blouse and skirt, and Judy's face held a clear look of smug satisfaction.
It was a power dynamic thing for her: showing off how an older, married woman like herself could command a young, well-hung man in the middle of the workday.
She enjoyed the way the girl's eyes kept drifting back to me, wide with shock and something else, curiosity, maybe even envy.
"Please take a seat," Judy said to her assistant, voice smooth and authoritative. Then, turning her head slightly to look back at me over her shoulder: "Alex, don't stop... please..."
Her assistant didn't resist.
Instead of saying she'd come back later, the assistant walked over, pulled a chair closer to Judy's desk, and sat down facing us.
She placed the files carefully on her lap, her hands folded on top of them, but her eyes never left us. She watched, cheeks burning, breathing shallow, carefully, wondering how my thick cock was going to even enter Judy's tight asshole.
"Ahhh..." Judy moaned deeply as my swollen head stretched her tight ring, the pink muscle yielding slowly around the thick tip.
"Fuck, Judy... has my cock gotten thicker than before?" I groaned, grinding my hands harder into her wide hips for leverage.
My fingers dug into the soft flesh, pulling her back while I pushed forward, feeding just the head deeper, watching her tight hole stretch wide around it, pink skin turning white at the edges from the strain.
"Yes, Alex... it's bigger than before... I love it," Judy moaned, voice breaking into a needy whimper. She pushed her ass out further—arching her back sharply, cheeks spreading wider, desperate to take my full length. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier bites, brushing the sofa cushions with every small movement.
"I might need some lubrication, Judy... shit, it's too tight," I said, hips rocking gently but unable to sink deeper.
"I have some body lotion in my upper drawer," Judy said to her assistant, glancing back over her shoulder in that bossy, commanding tone she used at work. "Please get it for Alex."
Her assistant moved quickly.
She stood, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and grabbed a bottle of lotion. She returned without hesitation, eyes flicking nervously between Judy's stretched hole and my thick cock pressed against it.
"Put it on his dick, please... ahh..." Judy moaned, pushing back again, making the head sink just a fraction deeper.
The assistant didn't refuse, she looked eager, almost relieved to help. She pointed the nozzle at my shaft, and pressed. A thick stream of cool, creamy lotion dripped onto my cock, running down the veiny length, coating the head and shaft in a slick sheen.
"Thanks," I said to her assistant, smiling as I met her eyes.
Judy's assistant smiled shyly and blushed a deep pink. "Let me help you, sir," she said softly, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. She reached out with both hands, and wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft spreading the lotion over my entire length.
"Ahh..." I moaned low, hips twitching forward as her soft hands worked me.
"That's enough... thank you," Judy said briskly, her voice edged with possession. She didn't like any other woman touching me.
The assistant stopped immediately.
She stepped away without a word, returning to the chair she'd been sitting in earlier and sat down again.
The lotion really made everything easier. I gripped her wide hips harder, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and pushed forward in one good, steady thrust.
"Ahhh... fuck... Alex..." Judy cried out, voice breaking into a high, trembling moan as I shoved my dick fully inside.
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I started thrusting slowly, stretching Judy's asshole with careful, deliberate pushes. The lotion made every inch slide in easier, but the tightness was still incredible.
Each time I bottomed out, my balls pressed against her soaked pussy lips, and she moaned louder, deep, broken sounds that echoed in the quiet office.
As I fucked her, making her moan with every thrust, her assistant suddenly spoke up from the chair.
"Ma'am, sorry for disturbing you, but I forgot to tell you something," the assistant said, voice small but steady, eyes still fixed on the sight of her boss bent over the sofa, my cock disappearing into her stretched asshole with every slow push.
"What is it... ahh..." Judy asked, moaning in between words, voice cracking as I drove in deep again.
"Your husband called because he couldn't reach you," the assistant continued sincerely. "He said he wants to take you out for a candlelight dinner tonight and was trying to see if you'd be free earlier this evening."
"Just tell him I have meetings," Judy said immediately, pushing back harder onto my cock, enjoying every thick inch stretching her. She didn't care about any dinner with her husband, the only meal she cared about now was my dick buried deep inside her.
The assistant nodded once, and stayed seated, watching without another word.
Judy's pussy became so stimulated that it was leaking nonstop. Even though I hadn't entered her pussy yet.
After a few more thrusts, she came.
"Ahah... Alex... I'm coming..." Judy cried out suddenly, voice breaking into a high, shuddering wail. Her entire body convulsed, back arching sharply, ass cheeks clenching hard around my cock, pussy spasming wildly as she came hard.
A powerful squirt erupted from her, hot, clear juices gushing out in rhythmic pulses, drenching my thighs, the sofa, and the carpet below. She shook violently, moaning nonstop, thighs trembling as wave after wave rolled through her.
"I hadn't even put it in there yet, Judy... god," I said, voice rough with amazement and arousal as she really drenched me. My cock was still buried deep in her ass, throbbing from the way her hole spasmed around it, but her pussy had come untouched, just from the pressure and fullness in her ass.
"I know, Alex... but your touch made me lose myself," she panted, her voice shaky and breathless. She reached down from the front with trembling fingers, spreading her pink folds wide to expose her dripping, swollen pussy completely. "Please... show my pussy some love..."
My cock loved the view of her pussy, pink, swollen, glistening with fresh arousal, lips parted and dripping as she held them open with trembling fingers. The sight pushed me over the edge of control.
I quickly pulled my thick shaft out of her stretched asshole, then lined up and shoved it straight into her pussy in one firm push.
"Ahh... Judy, you are so warm," I said, voice rough as I sank deep. Her pussy enveloped me instantly, hot, velvety walls hugging every inch, fluttering and clenching like they were welcoming me home after too long apart.
Her assistant watched, growing aroused herself. She wanted my cock too, but Judy wouldn't share me with anyone right now. She had met me after so many days and she wanted me all to herself.
"Ahh... I missed your cock so much, Alex," Judy moaned, voice breaking into high, needy whimpers as my shaft stretched her pussy wide. Her pussy had already come so much earlier, and it was spasming wildly around my cock with every slow thrust.
After a few more thrusts. I lost it.
"Fuck..." I groaned, hips slamming forward one last time as I came hard.
My dick pulsed violently inside her, thick, warm ropes of cum shooting deep, painting her insides white. Each spurt felt endless, flooding her pussy until it overflowed, creamy seed leaking out around my shaft and dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets.
"Yeah... ahhh... so warm..." Judy moaned senselessly, body shaking as she felt me fill her completely.
I kept fucking her through orgasm. Her pussy greedily milked my cock until I had nothing left to give.
Finally, I pulled out slowly, thick white cum immediately oozing out and running down her inner thighs in slow, creamy trails.
Judy panted heavily, body trembling, and fell forward onto the sofa, face pressed into the cushions, ass still high, legs shaking. Cum continued to drip from her pussy, pooling on the cushion beneath her.
After a while, Judy made herself sit on the sofa.
"Let me see those documents," she called to her assistant. She reached out one hand, ready to sign now, sitting naked against the cushions.
Her assistant walked over and handed the documents to her.
My phone buzzed on the sofa. I picked it up and saw that Sofia had messaged me to remind me we were supposed to meet.
It was 1:30 p.m.
I still had half an hour.
"Judy, I'll meet you later," I said as I picked up my jeans to put them on, but I hesitated because my dick was messy, too dirty to just shove back into my pants.
Judy's assistant noticed immediately. Before I could react, she moved forward quickly, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the desk.
"Let me clean it, sir," she said softly, voice shy but eager. She knelt down in front of me without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet right between my feet.
Her face hovered close, close enough that I could feel her warm breath against my shaft, as she started wiping gently. The tissues glided over the head first, soaking up the creamy mixture, then down the veiny length, her fingers brushing my skin through the thin paper.
"Thanks," I said, placing one hand lightly on the top of her head, fingers threading into her hair.
She kept cleaning, slow, careful strokes, making sure every inch was spotless, even lingering a little longer than necessary around the sensitive head.
She glanced up at me the whole time with hunger in her eyes. I knew she wanted to put my cock in her mouth.
But right now I had to be with Sofia, this young girl could taste my cum later.
After her assistant finished cleaning me, I quickly put my clothes back on and gave Judy a kiss.
"I'll call you later, Alex," Judy said as we parted.
I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, leaving both women behind, flushed and aching.
Sofia was waiting at her store.
-x-X-x-
I walked out of Judy's office, closing the door softly behind me. The open-plan area outside was suddenly quiet, too quiet.
Every man looked at me as if I had done something they had all wished to do for years. Some glared, older ones with tight jaws, younger ones with clenched fists, looking ready to punch me.
The women at their desks stopped typing mid-sentence, fingers hovering over their keyboards, absently tucking hair behind their ears as they watched me pass. Some offered shy, lingering smiles, while others bit their lips or shifted subtly in their chairs.
They had all heard Judy's moans through the thin walls. They knew exactly what had happened in there, and jealousy burned in every stare.
I ignored them completely and headed straight for the elevator. The doors opened, and I stepped inside, pressed the ground-floor button, and let them close on their envious faces, a smirk playing on my lips.
The ride down was quick. I stepped out into the lobby and walked out of the building into the afternoon sun.
I quickly took the subway and headed to the area where Sofia's store was; it was near my Aunt Melanie's home.
I could visit her too.
She had messaged me constantly during the trip, long texts, voice notes, even a few suggestive photos, begging me to come see her when I got back.
She had wanted to join me on the trip too, but I couldn't let her come then.
And honestly, I wanted to fuck my horny aunt again too, last time, we had been interrupted by Helen.
But now wasn't the time for her. Right now, I was thirsty for Sofia's milk.
I got off the subway and walked toward the store where Sofia worked. I covered the last few blocks quickly, city noise buzzing around me, until I reached it.
I stepped into her store, eager to see her after so many days. She was sitting behind the counter, unaware of my arrival.
It was mid-afternoon, and the place was nearly empty. With no customers around, she leaned back in her chair behind the register, absently scrolling through her phone to pass the time, not noticing me walk in.
"I'd like these condoms," I said, acting like a regular customer, my voice low and teasing as I stepped up to the counter.
She looked up and realized it was me, a wide smile spreading across her face.
"Alex, you're here!" she said, jumping to her feet and hurrying around the counter. She rushed straight into me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"I really missed you," she said as she wrapped her arms around me, pulled me in tight, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I missed you too," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her even closer.
We held each other tightly for a few moments. The store was empty, but Sofia didn't care.
She probably wouldn't have cared even if someone had seen us like that; she had missed me too much to worry about being seen.
"How do I look?" Sofia asked, stepping back and gesturing for me to check her out.
She was wearing a tight blue dress with thin straps that made her curvy figure look even more striking, ending mid-thigh, showing off her smooth, tanned legs. The neckline barely contained her cleavage, and the way the fabric hugged her child-bearing hips made her ass look so delicious.
She turned slightly to give me a full view, clearly having dressed up for me as if it were a special occasion.
"You look so hot, Sofia," I said, my eyes traveling slowly from her feet to her face.
Sofia loved my compliment, her eyes lit up, a hungry spark flashing in them as she pulled me closer again.
"You don't know how much I missed you, Alex," she whispered, voice thick with emotion and need. Her hands slid down to my waist, pulling me even closer until my growing bulge pressed firmly against her lower belly.
The heat of her body soaked through the thin fabric, her soft stomach yielding against my hardening cock, making it throb harder with every heartbeat.
She looked so hot and needy like this, eyes glassy with longing, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink, the tight dress clinging to every sinful curve: deep cleavage spilling over the neckline, wide hips flaring out, thick thighs shifting restlessly as she rubbed herself subtly against me.
"I know, baby," I said, voice low and rough. I pulled her into a filthy kiss, lips crashing together, tongues meeting immediately in a wet, hungry tangle.
I kissed her deeply, tasting her, sweet lip gloss mixed with the faint salt of her skin, my tongue sliding against hers, exploring her mouth while she moaned softly into me.
"Ahh, Alex..." she whimpered into the kiss, voice breaking as I made her turn on even more. Her body melted against mine, hips rocking once, grinding her lower belly against my bulge, feeling how thick and hard I was getting just from holding her.
I put my hands on her ass cheeks, palms spreading wide over the round, plump flesh, and gave them a firm squeeze. The tight dress did nothing to hide how soft and full they were; my fingers dug in, kneading the thick meat, feeling it overflow my grip after so many days apart.
I looked straight into her eyes while I squeezed, showing her exactly how hungry I was for her today, how badly I wanted to rip that dress off and bury myself inside every hole until she was dripping and shaking.
"Let me put the closed sign up, Alex," Sofia said breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at me.
She fully realized how wild I was getting, my eyes dark, my breathing heavy, my hands still gripping her ass like I owned it.
The store was already empty, no customers browsing, no one at the door, but she didn't want any interruptions now.
-x-X-x-
She stepped away reluctantly, my hands sliding off her ass with a final squeeze, then walked quickly to the front door.
Her hips swayed with every step, the tight dress riding up slightly to show more thigh, ass cheeks jiggling under the fabric. She flipped the sign to "Closed," turned the lock with a quiet click, and pulled the shade down over the glass door, cutting off the outside world completely.
When she turned back to me, her eyes were pure hunger, glassy, needy, lips swollen from our kiss. She walked slowly toward me again, straps of her dress slipping off one shoulder, exposing more cleavage.
"Let's go to the break room, Alex," Sofia said, her voice low and eager as she pulled me by the hand. Her fingers intertwined tightly with mine, her grip firm, like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go. She led me through the empty store, past racks of household goods, the soft hum of the AC the only sound besides our footsteps and her quick, excited breathing.'
We both walked toward the break room at the back. It was a small space, cozy and private, with a simple desk against one wall, a worn but comfortable two-seater sofa for staff to relax on during breaks, a coffee machine humming quietly in the corner, and a few cabinetss.
The door was already half-open, Sofia pushed it wider and flicked on the light, casting a warm glow over the room.
Sofia led me to the sofa and gestured for me to sit first, patting the cushion with a small, inviting smile. I dropped down, legs spread comfortably, still half-hard from earlier and already stirring again at the sight of her in that tight blue dress.
"Let's have some coffee, Alex," Sofia said, moving toward the coffee machine.
She worked quickly, pouring two cups and adding just the right amount of milk and sugar. The rich aroma filled the small room.
I had come so much inside Judy not long ago, and my body was still drained from it. I needed something to steady myself. Coffee sounded perfect right now. I leaned back on the sofa, watching Sofia's hips sway as she prepared the cups.
She came back and sat close to me, pressing tightly against my side, her thick thigh flush against mine. She handed me one steaming cup, fingers lingering on mine for a second longer than necessary.
"So... how was your trip, Alex?" Sofia asked, sipping her coffee slowly while looking straight into my eyes. Her voice was soft but curious, hungry for every detail.
"It was great, Sofia," I said, taking a sip of the hot coffee. "But you weren't there, so it wasn't perfect."
She smiled brightly, and her free hand slid to my thigh, her fingers tracing slow circles higher, brushing closer to my growing bulge. "You really know how to impress a lady."
I smiled and sipped again, letting the hot coffee linger on my tongue before setting the cup down on the small table beside the sofa.
"Hey, I think you didn't put enough milk," I said, pretending the coffee was too bitter, my voice low and teasing as I looked straight into her eyes.
"But I did, Alex," Sofia replied innocently, tilting her head in confusion.
She genuinely didn't understand at first, brows furrowing slightly, lips pursing in that cute, puzzled way she had. Then realization dawned slowly. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deeper pink as she caught the double meaning. The coffee wasn't the only thing that needed more milk today.
She bit her lower lip, trying to hide the smile that was already spreading.
"I think that's enough milk for you today," Sofia said, smiling as she looked up at me with those playful, knowing eyes. Her voice was soft and teasing, but the flush on her cheeks and the way her thighs shifted told me she was already thinking about how much more she wanted to give.
"But how can I enjoy the coffee without milk?" I said, keeping my tone light and innocent, though my eyes dropped deliberately to her chest.
Sofia blushed instantly, deep pink spreading across her cheeks and down her neck, as the memory hit her.
She remembered exactly how much I loved the milk from her tits, how I had latched on and drank from them like a hungry child the last time we met. How she had moaned and trembled while I sucked greedily, swallowing every warm drop until she trembled just from the sensation.
Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling faster, and wet spots began forming over her nipples beneath the dress. Fresh milk slowly seeped through the thin fabric as her body responded to the memory, and to my words.
I moved closer to her on the sofa and placed my hand on her bare thigh where the dress had ridden up. My palm rested warmly against her soft, smooth skin, fingers splayed wide, my thumb brushing slow circles just below the hem. She shivered at the contact, her legs parting slightly on instinct.
"See? They're already leaking, Sofia," I said, my voice low and rough.
"Alex..." she whispered, voice trembling with need.
"Shh, let me, Sofia," I said softly, voice low and commanding as I placed my fingers on the thin right strap of her dress. I hooked it gently and lowered it over her shoulder, slow and deliberate, revealing the milky smooth skin of her upper chest and the graceful curve of her shoulder.
The fabric slid down easily, exposing more of her creamy cleavage, the swell of her heavy breast barely contained by the neckline, revealing her areola. The exposed areola was a deep pink, drawing my eyes as it peeked above the edge of the dress.
Sofia looked at me like she couldn't control herself anymore, eyes glassy and dark, lips parted in a soft gasp, breathing quick and shallow.
I leaned closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, and bit her right where I'd just revealed her. My teeth sank into the soft flesh of her shoulder, firm enough to leave a mark, a sharp sting that made her gasp and arch.
"Ahhh..." Sofia moaned, voice cracking into a high, needy whimper. Her hand flew to the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me tighter against her skin like she wanted the bite to last forever.
-x-X-x-
After biting her shoulder, I kissed the spot carefully, soft, lingering presses of my lips against the warm skin where my teeth had left faint red marks.
I tasted her there: faint salt from her sweat, the clean sweetness of her perfume, and something uniquely Sofia, warm and addictive. My tongue flicked lightly over the bite, soothing the sting while making her shiver harder against me.
Then I placed both hands on her shoulders, thumbs brushing the thin straps of her dress, and kissed her neck slowly, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat, then lower to the upper swell of her chest. My lips brushed the creamy skin just above her cleavage, tasting more of her, sweat and arousal.
She arched into every kiss, head tilting back to give me better access, soft whimpers escaping her lips.
"Alex... I shouldn't be doing this... ahh," Sofia moaned, her voice trembling as my kiss sent fresh heat rushing through her body. Her thighs pressed together tightly, hips shifting restlessly on the sofa, the tight blue dress riding higher up her legs.
"What do you mean, Sofia?" I asked, breaking the kiss to look into her needy eyes. My voice was low, gentle but firm, coaxing her to say it out loud.
"Alex... I never cheated on my husband before I met you. I still feel guilty about the other day..." Sofia said, her voice cracking slightly. She placed a trembling hand on my cheek and looked at me as if the infidelity was making her lose her sense of self.
I knew she had been faithful before I met her, devoted wife, perfect mother, never straying even once. All of this, cheating, sneaking away, letting a younger man touch her like this in the back room of her workplace, was completely new for her.
She had wanted to stay the ideal wife who only loved her husband, who came home every night and never thought of anyone else. But her body was denying everything she once believed.
She was fighting a losing battle between guilt and need, and the need was winning.
The way she looked saying those words, eyes glassy with shame and desire, lips trembling, cheeks flushed, made my dick jump hard in my pants.
It loved how I was stealing a hot wife from some guy, turning a faithful woman into a moaning, leaking mess who begged for my cum while her husband worked hard for his family.
The guilt in her voice only made it hotter, made me harder, knowing I was the one breaking her, owning her body in ways her husband never could.
"You want me to go?" I asked, placing my hand on her cheek and moving it slowly, thumb brushing her lower lip.
She melted into my touch instantly, face leaning heavily into my palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second like she was drawing strength from it.
"No, Alex..." Sofia whispered, voice barely audible.
She was so vulnerable right now, caught between her old life and this new, filthy addiction to me.
I moved my face closer, slowly, and kissed her on the lips again. This time it was gentle at first, soft presses, tasting her guilt and need, then deeper as she kissed back desperately.
Her tongue met mine eagerly, wet and hungry, hands clutching my shirt like she needed an anchor.
"Ahh, I love you, Alex," Sofia moaned into my mouth, her voice breaking with raw need as our tongues tangled deeper. Her moans were making me lose control, high, desperate sounds that vibrated against my lips, each one pushing me closer to the edge of restraint.
She was filthy in ways her husband could never even imagine.
Her dress had ridden higher up her thigh, exposing the soft, juicy flesh right in front of me.
I placed my hand on her exposed thigh, palm flat against the soft, warm skin, and squeezed.
It was so juicy, so full, the flesh yielding under my fingers like ripe fruit. My mouth watered at the sight and feel of her, curves overflowing the dress, skin glowing under the break room lights, the scent of her arousal mixing with the faint coffee aroma still lingering in the air.
"Come here, Sofia," I said, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing for her to come sit on my lap. My voice was rough, thick with hunger.
She stood up from the sofa slowly, her ass and boobs jiggling with the movement, heavy breasts swaying in the low-cut dress, the right strap already slipped down her arm.
She straddled my hips carefully, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of me, and sat down right on my growing bulge through my pants. Her hair fell forward over her shoulder in dark waves, framing her flushed face.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close, and kissed me deeply again, her tongue sliding against mine in slow strokes.
"Ahh... you don't know how much I missed you, Alex," she moaned between kisses, hips rocking once, grinding against my hardness through our clothes.
"How much did you miss me, baby?" I asked, kissing her back, slow and deep, tasting her desperation.
"I fingered myself every night thinking about you... waiting for you," she whispered against my lips, voice trembling. "I came so many times but it was never enough. Nothing feels like you."
I broke the kiss and looked down at her tits, they were leaking nonstop now, dark wet patches spreading across the tight blue fabric, milk beading at her nipples and soaking through in slow, creamy trails.
I pulled the dress lower, tugging the neckline down over both breasts, and revealed her massive milkers completely. They spilled free, heavy, full, swollen with milk, areolas dark and wide, nipples thick and erect, dripping steadily.
"They're so full, Alex... ahh," Sofia moaned, squeezing one tit with her own hand to show me. Milk squirted out in a thin white stream, landing on my shirt, running down her skin, her nipple throbbing visibly as she milked herself for me.
-x-X-x-
I went crazy looking at her. I quickly latched onto the nipple, my mouth closing around it firmly, as I sucked hard, my tongue swirling over the swollen bud. Warm, sweet milk flooded my mouth in thick spurts. I swallowed greedily, not wasting a single drop.
Sofia cried out with pleasure, her head falling back, hips grinding harder against my bulge.
"Ahh... yes... drink it, Alex... take it all..." she gasped, rocking faster, pussy soaking through her panties and onto my pants. Her free hand squeezed her other breast, more milk leaking, dripping down her belly, pooling on my lap, while she rode my hardness like she couldn't get close enough.
"It's so tasty, Sofia... ahh..." I moaned as I drank more, swallowing thick, warm spurts of her sweet milk.
I licked the swollen nipple with slow, loving strokes, tongue circling the dark, puffy areola, tracing every ridge, before biting down hard, teeth sinking into the sensitive bud just enough to make her cry out in sharp pleasure-pain.
"Oh god... you are so rough... ahh..." Sofia cried, her voice breaking into high, needy whimpers as I worshipped her boobs. Her hands clutched the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me tighter against her chest like she never wanted me to stop.
I latched on to the other nipple, mouth closing around it greedily, and drank like I couldn't get enough. Milk flooded my tongue in heavy, sweet waves; I swallowed hungrily, sucking hard while my hands squeezed her massive breasts, kneading the full, heavy flesh.
They overflowed my palms, so soft yet firm, veins faintly visible under the creamy skin, milk leaking steadily from both nipples now, running in white trails down her curves and dripping onto my shirt and lap.
I squeezed them like my life depended on it, fingers digging in, thumbs rolling the nipples between pulls, making even more milk squirt out in rhythmic pulses.
"You don't like how rough I am?" I asked, voice muffled against her tit as I bit her nipple again, harder this time, tugging outward before releasing with a wet pop.
"Oh god... I love it... fuck... bite them harder, please..." Sofia cried, pleasure overwhelming her pain. She pushed her boobs harder into my face, offering them completely, begging me to bite more, to mark her, to claim every inch.
Her hips rocked faster against my lap, grinding her soaked pussy over my bulge through our clothes, desperate for friction.
I bit harder, teeth sinking deep into the swollen bud, then soothed the sting with slow, gentle kisses and licks, alternating between rough and tender while I drank. Milk kept flowing, sweet, warm, endless, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow, some leaking from the corners of my lips and dripping down my chin.
I drank for a long time, tasting every drop of her warm, sweet milk.
My dick was getting harder and harder against Sofia's pussy while she ground on me, thick shaft straining painfully against my pants, leaking steadily into the fabric.
She realized how hard I was, felt the thick ridge pressing up into her wet heat, and smiled against my mouth.
"Alex... I want to taste your cum," Sofia said, leaning in to kiss my cheek softly, then my jaw, then lower toward my neck. Her breath was hot against my skin, voice husky with need.
"Then take it out, Sofia," I said, voice rough and thick.
Sofia smiled, slow and hungry, eyes sparkling with anticipation, and gave me one more deep kiss, tongue sliding against mine in a final, teasing swirl before she pulled away.
She slid off my lap gracefully, her thick thighs brushing mine as she moved, and dropped to her knees in front of me between my spread legs. The tight blue dress bunched around her hips, riding up to expose more of her creamy thighs and the damp spot darkening her panties.
She placed both hands on my bulge, palms flat, fingers splaying wide, and squeezed firmly, feeling every thick inch straining against the fabric of my pants. Her thumbs traced the outline slowly, up and down, taking in how hard and full I was.
She leaned forward and pressed her open mouth against the bulge over my pants, kissing it softly at first, then more insistently, her lips dragging along the rigid shape and leaving small wet spots on the pants.
"It's so big... mmmm," Sofia whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Her tongue flicked out through the fabric, tasting the faint salt of my precum that had already soaked through in places.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants together, nails lightly scraping my skin, and pulled them lower slowly, deliberately, smiling up at me the whole time like she was unwrapping a gift she'd been waiting for.
The pants slid down my thighs inch by inch until my cock sprang free, thick, veiny and rock-hard, the shaft flushed dark and glistening with a steady bead of precum at the slit.
Sofia's eyes widened, breath catching, as she stared at it. She wrapped her soft hand around the base, fingers barely meeting around the girth, and gave it a slow, appreciative stroke.
"You're even bigger than last time," she murmured, almost in awe, thumb brushing over the swollen head and spreading the precum down the length.
She realized I had grown bigger since the last time we met.
"Be gentle with it, Sofia," I smiled, voice low and teasing as I watched how hungrily she looked at my dick. Her eyes were locked on it, wide, dark, almost feral, lips parted, breathing quick and shallow like she was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy her.
Sofia looked up at me and gave me a smile that meant she wasn't going to be gentle at all. It was wicked, full of promise, corners of her mouth curling up slowly, eyes sparkling with mischief and raw need.
She didn't say a word; she just leaned in closer, eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust, and took a big, slow inhale right against the base of my cock. Her nose pressed lightly to the skin, nostrils flaring as she breathed me in deeply, like the raw, musky scent of my arousal was the most intoxicating perfume she'd ever encountered.
"You smell so good, Alex..." Her voice was thick, wrecked with need, like breathing me in was already pushing her closer to the edge.
She kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time, telling me without words that this was going to be the best blowjob of my life.
-x-X-x-
Sofia licked slowly along my dick, starting from the base where her fingers were still wrapped tightly around the shaft. Her tongue flattened wide and dragged upward in one long, deliberate stroke, tracing every thick vein along the underside, until she reached the swollen head.
She swirled the tip of her tongue around the slit, catching the steady bead of precum that had gathered there, tasting it like it was the sweetest nectar she'd ever had.
"Mmm... so tasty," she moaned, voice low and trembling with pure hunger. Her hand stayed locked around my cock, fingers squeezing firmly, almost possessively, as if she was afraid I might pull away from her.
She looked up at me through her lashes, eyes dark and glassy, lips shiny with spit and my precum, completely lost in the taste and feel of me.
"You are so filthy, Sofia," I said, voice rough as I watched her savor every drop like it was precious. The way she treated my precum, lapping it up eagerly, humming in pleasure, made my cock twitch hard in her grip.
Then she opened her mouth wide and took me in slowly, lips stretching around the thick head, sliding down inch by inch until half my length filled her warm, wet mouth. She moaned deeply against my cock, the vibrations rumbling straight through me, eyes half-lidded in bliss as she savored the weight and taste on her tongue.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently at first, tongue pressing flat against the underside while she bobbed in slow, loving strokes.
She was rough on my cock, exactly the way I loved. She pulled my foreskin back fully with her fingers, exposing the sensitive head completely, then licked every inch she could reach, circling the ridge, flicking the slit, dragging her tongue down the shaft in wet, messy lines.
Spit dripped from her lips, running down my length and coating her hand as she stroked the base in time with her mouth.
"It's so hard, Alex," Sofia said, pulling off with a wet pop to roughly stroke my full length, eyes locked on mine. "Did you masturbate thinking about my tits?"
Her hand twisted at the head on every upstroke, firm, almost punishing, getting more aroused by how rock-hard and throbbing I was for her.
"I didn't, Sofia," I said, voice strained as she pumped me roughly. "I didn't want to waste my cum. I kept it all for you."
Her eyes lit up, relieved, hungry and proud.
"It's so full, Alex... looks like you're gonna cum a lot," she said, smiling wide as she realized I had saved everything for her. She gave the head one long, slow lick, tasting the fresh precum that welled up, then dove back down.
She sucked me roughly now, head bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing with every pull, throat relaxing to take me deeper. Spit poured from her mouth, dripping down my shaft, coating my balls, making everything slick and messy.
She spat directly on the head once, thick string of saliva landing right on the slit, then smeared it around with her tongue before swallowing me again, moaning like she couldn't get enough.
Her free hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, squeezing just hard enough to make me groan, while her mouth worked the shaft in wet, filthy strokes.
She gagged softly when she took me too deep, eyes watering, but didn't pull back; instead she held me there, throat fluttering around the head, humming in pleasure as she breathed through her nose.
The way Sofia sucked my dick, pushed me right to the edge.
I felt the pressure build fast, balls tightening, cock throbbing violently, but I controlled myself, holding back the urge to shoot thick ropes straight down her throat.
I pulled my dick out of her mouth with a wet, obscene pop. A thick string of spit and precum connected her swollen lower lip to the glistening head for a second before snapping.
She looked so filthy in that moment. I wanted to punish her for being so rough on my dick, for pushing me so close when I wanted to make this last.
I grabbed her neck with my left hand, fingers wrapping firmly around her throat, not choking hard enough to hurt but tight enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm, and slapped her cheek with my right hand.
SLAP
The sound cracked sharply in the quiet break room. Her head turned slightly with the impact, cheek blooming pink instantly, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and hungry.
"You want this dick?" I asked, voice low and rough, slapping her again, harder this time, watching how the sting made her gasp and her thighs clench together.
"Yes... I want your dick, daddy," Sofia moaned, her voice trembling with raw need as I kept choking her throat. She leaned into the grip, throat pressing against my fingers, begging for more without words.
"You have to earn this," I said, slapping her face again, watching her cheek flush deeper red. Each slap made her whimper, but the sound was pure pleasure, her body arching toward me like she craved the punishment.
"Ahh... harder... punish me harder..." she cried, looking straight into my eyes. She was so far gone, filthy wife and mother completely surrendered, enjoying being roughly punished by a young guy who owned her body in ways her husband never could.
I put my rock-hard dick on her face, hot and slick shaft resting heavy against her cheek, and smeared the glistening length everywhere. Precum and her spit left shiny trails across her flushed skin, over her cheekbones, down her jaw, across her swollen lips.
She tried to lick it every time it passed her mouth, tongue darting out desperately, but I pulled back just enough to deny her, teasing her, making her chase it like a needy slut.
"Please, Alex..." she whimpered, voice hoarse from my grip on her throat. "Let me taste it... I need your cum... I've been so good waiting for you..."
Her hands reached up, fingers wrapping around my thighs, nails digging in, as she leaned forward, mouth open, tongue extended, begging for just one taste.
I tightened my grip on her throat just a little, enough to make her gasp, then rubbed the head across her lips again.
"Beg better, baby," I said, voice low. "Tell me how bad you need this dick down your throat."
I kept rubbing the swollen head of my cock across her lips, letting her taste exactly what she craved. Each slow pass left a glistening trail of precum on her full lower lip.
Her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss, a soft, addicted moan humming from her throat every time the tip brushed her tongue. She was completely lost in it, savoring me like I was her only source of pleasure, her breath hot and shaky against my skin.
But I was done playing.
"Come here," I said, voice low and commanding.
I grabbed Sofia roughly, hands clamping onto her upper arms, and manhandled her to stand up in front of me between my spread thighs. She rose quickly, breath hitching, her tight blue dress already bunched high around her waist.
I hooked my fingers into the neckline and pulled it down completely, fabric sliding over her wide hips and thick thighs until it pooled at her feet. Now she stood in just her soaked white lace panties, no bra, heavy breasts fully exposed and swaying slightly, nipples dark and erect, still leaking faint trails of milk down her curves.
I quickly shoved my pants the rest of the way off, kicking them aside along with my shirt, until I was fully naked.
The way her wide, child-bearing hips flared out, the way her thick, juicy ass curved behind her, round, thick, begging to be grabbed and spread, made me ready to break her completely.
I was still sitting on the sofa and she stood between my thighs.
I put both hands on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and pulled her closer until her belly pressed against my face.
I kissed her there, slow, open-mouthed kisses across the soft curve of her lower stomach, tongue dipping into her navel deeply, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the sweet trace of milk that had dripped down from her tits earlier.
Sofia put her hands in my hair, and moaned softly as I worshipped her body. She trembled under my mouth, breathing ragged, thighs shaking, as I licked and kissed lower, tracing the waistband of her panties with my tongue.
Then I made her turn around slowly, guiding her with firm hands on her hips, until her massive ass came fully into view.
My god, that view was a deadly sin, thick, round cheeks perfectly framed by the thin white lace, the fabric disappearing deep between them, soaked through at the crotch from how wet she was. Her ass jiggled slightly with the turn, soft yet firm, begging to be spanked.
I put both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed roughly, fingers sinking deep into the juicy flesh, spreading them wide so the lace stretched taut across her crack. I pulled her closer, bringing her ass right to my face, and bit her right ass-cheek hard, teeth sinking into the juicy meat.
"Ahhh!" Sofia cried out, sharp pain mixing with pleasure, body jolting forward then pushing back immediately, craving more. The bite left a bright red mark on her creamy skin, perfect imprint of my teeth.
"You are so juicy, Sofia," I said, voice rough with hunger.
I jiggled her ass cheek, watching the flesh ripple and bounce, then went for the left one, biting down just as hard. She cried out again, moan turning into a needy whimper, hips rocking back, pressing her ass harder against my face.
My dick was getting restless with the way I was playing with her ass. It ached for her warmth, and I couldn't wait any longer. The need to bury myself inside her was overwhelming.
"Alex, please..." Sofia moaned, her voice cracking with desperation. She reached back with both hands, grabbed her own ass cheeks, and spread them a little wider.
The gesture was a pure invitation, her body begging me to stop teasing and give her what she'd been aching for.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. The damp fabric peeled away from her skin with a soft, wet sound, clinging for a second to her swollen lips before sliding down her thick thighs.
Her pussy was revealed fully, pink, glistening with her juices, lips puffy and parted, clit throbbing visibly at the top. Fresh arousal dripped slowly from her entrance, running in thin trails down her inner thighs.
"You are so wet, Sofia," I said, voice low and rough as I slid one finger under her pussy, tracing the slick folds from bottom to top, collecting her juices. Her pussy clenched hard around my finger the moment it brushed her entrance, greedy, fluttering, like it thought my finger was my cock.
"It wants you," Sofia whimpered, hips rocking back instinctively, trying to take my finger deeper. "It's been aching for you... every night... please, Alex..."
My cock was fully straight up and begging. I wrapped my hand around the base, keeping it straight and steady.
"Take it in, Sofia," I said, voice thick with need.
She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes dark, lips parted in a soft gasp, then pushed herself backward slowly. She lined up her dripping pussy with my cock, the swollen head brushing her entrance, then sank down inch by inch, taking me slowly and letting her warm, wet walls stretch around my thickness.
The heat enveloped me immediately.
"Ahhh..." we both moaned at the contact, her pussy so warm and welcoming, my dick remembering instantly how much it loved Sofia's warm, motherly pussy.
Sofia put her hands on my thighs for balance, fingers digging into the muscle, as she settled fully onto my cock. But I could see she was uncomfortable in that position.
I leaned back fully on the sofa, then wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest so she leaned into me completely, her knees folding and spreading over me as she was impaled on my cock.
Sofia realized this was how I had fucked her the first time at her home. Her pussy spasmed around my cock from the shame of the position, her pussy fully exposed in front, spread wide, as I thrust slowly, keeping her held in place over me.
"You love my cock like this, huh?" I teased.
"Ahh... I love it, Alex," Sofia moaned.
I was fully leaned back on the sofa, and Sofia was tightly leaned back against me, her legs lifted in the air, folded at the knees and spread wide by my hands while I slowly thrust my dick up into her pussy. We were pressed so tightly together that there was almost no space between us.
I sat slightly to the right side of her, her head leaned back into my left shoulder, my mouth close enough to her neck that I could feel the heat of her skin and the rapid beat of her pulse.
My left hand held her left leg spread open, fingers gripping the soft flesh of her thigh, while my right hand played with her leaking breasts. I squeezed one heavy tit firmly, watching milk bead at the dark nipple and flow in warm, white streams down her body, dripping onto her belly and my thigh below.
"Ahh, you are leaking crazy, Sofia," I said, voice rough as I squeezed harder, forcing more milk to spill out in thick rivulets that ran down her curves and soaked into the sofa cushion.
"Squeeze them harder, please," Sofia moaned, her voice trembling with overstimulation and raw pleasure. My cock was slowly fucking her from below, deep and steady, while my hand worked her sensitive breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently.
The combination was driving her wild, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my shaft, juices coating me completely as she rocked her hips in small circles to take me even deeper.
While she moaned, lost in the feeling of being filled and drained at the same time, I heard a faint noise outside the break room. The door had been left open since we were the only ones in the convenience store and hadn't needed to close it.
For a second I thought I heard footsteps or the soft rustle of movement, but then I remembered that Sofia had locked the main store door from the inside earlier.
It was probably just my imagination, or the faint rustling of something somewhere in the building, mixed with the distant hum of the AC.
No one else was here. No one could walk in on us.
I pushed the thought aside and focused on Sofia, her warm, wet pussy gripping me, her heavy breasts overflowing my hand, her soft moans filling the small room as she gave herself completely to me.
The afternoon light filtered through the half-open break room door, casting a warm glow over her body.
Then I put my hand on her clit while I fucked her and started rubbing it in slow, firm circles, fingers pressing just the right amount of pressure against the swollen, oversensitive bud.
Sofia's pussy was already so wet and hot around my cock that every thrust made a slick, wet sound, her juices coating me completely and dripping down my balls.
"Ahhh... oh god..." Sofia cried out with pleasure, her voice breaking into a high, trembling whimper.
Her clit was so sensitive right now, swollen and throbbing from how long she'd been aroused, from the slow teasing and the way my cock had been filling her pussy without mercy. Every rub of my fingers sent jolts through her body, her hips bucked involuntarily, pussy clenching hard around my shaft as she lost her mind completely.
"You like it, huh?" I teased, voice low and rough as I rubbed her clit more furiously now, faster circles, pressing harder, feeling it pulse under my fingers while I kept thrusting slow and deep into her.
"Hmmm... ahhh... I love it..." Sofia moaned, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark.
She looked straight into my eyes, glassy, dark, completely wrecked, moaning openly as her body trembled. The way I rubbed her clit was driving her out of control; her thighs shook in the air, legs still spread wide and held open by my hands, her pussy spasming tightly around my cock with every stroke.
She looked utterly filthy, hair messy, face flushed, breasts leaking milk in slow white trails down her belly, her pussy stretched tight around me, her clit throbbing under my thumb like it was about to explode.
My dick almost came just from the sight of her, completely surrendered, her moans the kind that could make a man shoot cum for days.
We both kept looking into each other's eyes, locked in that intense, filthy stare, as I thrust a little faster now, keeping her legs spread wide and rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm with every deep push. Her moans grew louder, higher, more desperate, body arching off my lap, breasts bouncing with every thrust, milk dripping faster from her nipples.
"Yeah... ahhh... harder..." Sofia moaned, completely lost in pleasure.
Then suddenly, before I could even turn to look, I sensed someone standing in the open doorway of the break room. A voice rang out, sharp with shock.
"Sofia!"
We both froze for a second before our heads snapped toward the doorway. A man was standing there, staring at us in stunned silence. He looked completely frozen, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing happening right in front of him.
Then I realized who it was.
It was Sofia's husband, the same man I had seen in the pictures at Sofia's home.
"Honey?" Sofia said, her voice cracking with disbelief as she stared toward the doorway. She couldn't believe her husband was standing there, watching his wife getting fucked in that filthy position.
His face went from confusion to pure disbelief, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as he took in the scene: his wife completely naked on top of me, legs spread wide in the air, my thick cock buried deep in her pussy, my hand on her clit, her breasts leaking milk down her belly, both of us sweating and moaning in the middle of her workplace break room.
"What are you doing here?" Sofia asked her husband, her voice shaky and small, like she still couldn't believe he was standing there either.
"Sofia?" her husband spoke again, voice cracking slightly, still not able to fully believe what he was seeing. He stood frozen in the open doorway of the break room, one hand still on the handle like he needed it to stay upright.
His eyes darted from her flushed face to her naked body, legs spread wide in the air, thighs trembling, my thick cock buried deep inside her dripping pussy, her heavy breasts leaking milk down her belly, nipples dark and swollen.
The sight hit him like a physical blow, his faithful wife, the mother of his child, getting fucked raw and slow on the staff sofa in her own workplace, moaning my name while I held her open and thrust into her without a hint of shame.
He was a tall Mexican man of average build, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, with a key in one hand and a paper bag in the other. It was probably the spare key to the store's main door, and the bag was likely lunch.
I could see the look on Sofia's husband's face, he was almost about to cry. His eyes were wide and glassy, tears already gathering at the corners, his mouth slightly open like he couldn't find the air to breathe.
The color had drained from his cheeks, leaving him pale and shaken, as if the world he knew had just cracked open in front of him. He stood there in the doorway of the break room, still holding the spare key in one hand and the small paper bag he'd brought in the other, his knuckles white around the bag's handles, his body rigid like he might collapse if he moved.
Sofia, while still in disbelief, reacted in a way that shocked even her. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, tight, sudden, almost painful, as the reality of being caught like this by her husband sank in.
Instead of shame pushing her away, something dark awakened inside her. The thrill of exposure, the twisted rush of having her faithful life shattered while my thick cock was buried deep inside her, sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body.
Her pussy leaked more juices, hot, slick, running down my shaft and dripping onto my balls, while her nipples hardened further and leaked fresh milk in slow white streams down her heaving breasts.
My hand stayed on her clit that made her whimper softly, hips rocking once in a tiny, involuntary grind that took me deeper despite everything.
Her husband finally moved, taking slow, unsteady steps forward until he stood directly in front of us. From there, he could see everything clearly, how his wife was spread wide and impaled on my cock, legs held open in the air by my hands, thick thighs trembling, pussy stretched tight around my massive cock as it disappeared inside her, her face flushed and wrecked with pleasure and guilt.
He could see every detail, the way her swollen lips gripped my shaft, the creamy ring of her arousal coating me, the way her clit throbbed under my fingers.
He stood for a moment just staring, thinking, or perhaps praying it was only a bad dream he could wake up from.
"I... I came to surprise you," he said, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. He sounded lost, like he couldn't find the right words. "Brought lunch... thought we could eat together after your shift. I called..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence. His voice cracked on the last word.
"Sofia, what are you doing?" His voice came out almost like a cry, raw, broken, tears finally spilling over and running down his cheeks.
He looked directly at where my massive cock disappeared inside Sofia's spread pussy, her walls clenching visibly around me.
"Honey, please don't look," Sofia said, a single tear running down her cheek as she reached down with her hand, trying to cover her pussy. But her fingers brushed her sensitive clit in the process, and she moaned involuntarily, "Ahhhh... please don't look, honey."
Her eyes met her husband's, wide with shock, guilt, and something darker, something that looked almost like defiant pleasure.
Hearing Sofia's moans and feeling how her pussy clenched hard around my cock, milking me deeper even as she tried to hide, made something even darker awaken inside me.
The way her husband looked at her body, how I was claiming it, owning it right in front of him, made me lose every last sense of morality.
I didn't feel sorry. I didn't feel guilt. I felt powerful. Possessive. Like I was showing him exactly who Sofia belonged to now.
I placed my hand over Sofia's, the one she was using to cover her pussy, and gently but firmly guided it away, pinning it against her thigh instead.
"Let him see, Sofia," I said, voice low and deliberate, looking straight at her husband while I spoke. "Let him see how wet his faithful wife is." My words were calm, almost gentle, but they carried the weight of ownership.
Then I put my hand on Sofia's clit again and rubbed slowly, deliberate circles with just the right pressure, while staring straight at her husband. I wanted him to see every detail: how his wife melted under my touch, how her body responded instantly to me in ways it would never do for him.
"Ahhh... ahhhh... Please don't rub it, Alex," Sofia moaned again, her voice high and trembling with pleasure from the simple touch of my fingers on her clit.
Then I quickly put my hand on Sofia's throbbing nipple, that had hardened even more from the intensity of everything, and pinched it tightly between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it with deliberate pressure.
"You don't like it, huh?" I said roughly, voice low and gravelly against her ear, twisting just enough to make the sting bloom into sharp pleasure.
Sofia's head fell back against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, mouth open in continuous whimpers, completely lost in the pleasure.
"Ahhh... it's not that," Sofia cried out.