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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