The Work Place (2)

THE WORK PLACE

Chapter Two

Angie and Anthony stumbled out of the car, their knees still shaking from what they had just performed. Angie’s hair was plastered to her head, Anthony’s cum sticking to her scalp like excess conditioner that she’d forgotten to wash off. Anthony’s belt was unbuckled and hung loosely around his waist, while Angie’s skirt was hastily placed on her hips, her panties forgotten. With Angie leading the way up the steep steps to Anthony’s large Tudor house, Anthony had a full view of the smooth, peach-colored mounds that peeked out from under her skirt. Just the sight of her gently bouncing butt was enough to revive his limp cock.

With the tight sensation spreading over his groin, Anthony hesitated on the steps, making Angie turn, place her hands on her slim waist, and look at him impatiently. This, however, only made Anthony’s cock even more erect because he had a full view of her still-damp, pink slit. Noticing the immediate effect the sight of her vagina had on him, Angie grabbed Anthony by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to the door. Grabbing his rock-hard penis in her hand, she slowly squeezed, ordering, “Open the door. Now.”

Anthony fumbled for his keys, looking around furtively, trying to spot anyone that may be around to catch this domineering display of affection. Finally finding the right key, Anthony stuck it in the lock quickly and opened the door. Angie slammed it behind them, pushed Anthony onto a nearby couch, and started a little strip tease for him.

Angie pulled down her tight skirt, once again revealing the damp slit between her legs. She turned around, bent over, revealing her wide asshole, and stuck a finger down her vagina. She twirled it around in there for a while before adding a second finger, and then a third. At this point, Angie was already gasping with pleasure, but she knew that she had to wait for the real pleasure to begin. She pulled out her fingers, covered with white liquid, and sucked on the first two. Swallowing, she went over to Anthony on the couch, whose seven-inch bulge was very much obvious beneath his jeans. She held the last cum-covered finger up to Anthony’s lips. Obediently, he took her finger into his mouth and gently cleaned it up with his tongue.

“Very good,” Angie showed her approval, “Now, as a reward, I’m going to take the rest of my clothes off…” Saying this, she very slowly lifter her shirt over her head, displaying her large, D-cup tits, bursting their way through her sports bra. Unhooking the strap at the back, her stupendous boobs flounced out, making Anthony’s mouth literally water with anticipation. Being unable to hold back, he jumped up and started running his hands all over her breasts.

Angie glared at him and slapped his hands away. “I said we do it my way.” Anthony sat back down, a dejected look on his face. “I have to punish you now,” she continued. “Take off your pants.”

Anthony did as he was told, and brought his boxers down, as well. “Very nice,” Angie declared, taking in his well-toned bums and thighs, “Very efficient. Now, bend over onto the couch, and give me a full view of your backside.”

Anthony leaned over, exposing his gaping hole, and tittering in excitement. He slowly started rubbing and pinching his nipples. Behind him, Angie started grinding on his cheeks, sending him to new realms of never-before-felt pleasure. His delight heightened when Angie started spanking his bottom. Hard. “Uh!” he nearly yelled, but it came out in a low grunt. At the back, Angie was severely turned on by the back view of his raging hard on, plus the sight of the tight muscles in his calves. She stuck her index finger into her mouth, covering it in her warm spit. She pulled Anthony’s asscheeks apart and twisted her finger deep inside him. This caused Anthony to howl and double over onto the couch, grabbing his cock and jerking off crazily. Angie, seeing this, violently pulled his hand away. “Not just yet, Tony. Just wait.”

Anthony was getting severely uncomfortable from feeling all wound up for so long. “Will you please speed it up a little?” He said. “Because I don’t think I can take this any longer.”

Angie slapped his ass again and again, emphasizing each word with another, harder slap, “Just—be—PATIENT! I know what will make your hair stand up.” With that, Angie give him one final slap on his red bottom, bent over, and started sliding her tongue along the outer edge of his wrinkled anus. She slowly worked her way inside, probing the different lumps with her tongue oh-so-delicately. Suddenly, she pulled out, ran to her bag, and started rummaging around in it.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asked.

“Just you wait. I’ve almost found it… Aha!” Angie hid whatever she had behind her back as she walked seductively back to Anthony’s side. She pushed his head roughly into the cushions of the couch, blinding him to whatever she had planned for him. “Stay still.”

Anthony was getting more anxious by the minute, but his train of thought was cut short by the feeling of something being shoved up his ass. It’s too big wide to be Anj’s finger. Maybe it’s two. But it’s too sm-smoo-sm—! “Augh…” Anthony panted as the whatever-it-was that Angie had put inside him started to vibrate and shiver in all the right places. “Ah—ah—ah…” His voice became embarrassingly high-pitched as Angie slowly moved what felt like an electric toothbrush in and out of his butt.

“You like that? Yeah?” Angie asked teasingly, stroking his cheeks delicately while thrusting the toothbrush into Anthony’s hole faster and faster. Standing up, Angie started banging her hips onto Anthony’s butt, in time with the movement of the toothbrush. She started rubbing her clit rapidly and soon felt the urge to cum again.

Leaving the vibrating toothbrush inside his asshole, Angie turned Anthony around, pulled him up, and then pushed him down onto the coffee table. Magazines and coffee table books crunched under him, but they didn’t care. Anthony’s erection made his cock stick straight up, like a spike, and the pleasure toothbrush made his buttcheeks jiggle in the sexiest way.

Angie slowly lowered herself onto Anthony’s manhood, enveloping the head of his cock in her pink folds. She started rubbing her clit against his penis, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.

All of a sudden, she slammed herself hard onto Anthony’s pelvis, slowly grinding and peppering kisses onto his chest and neck. The table cracked under them, and this gave Anthony the reason to lift Angie up by her ass and press her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around Anthony’s waist with a moan of delight. Anthony fucked her good and hard against that wall, going in deep.

“This… feels… too… good.” Angie gasped. “Don’t… stop!”

“I won’t.” Anthony said.

Angie dig her nails into Anthony’s back, trapping herself between the man making love to her, and the wall. Anthony roughly went in and out, slapping pelvis with pelvis.

Soon, both of them were cumming together amid unison shouts of ecstasy.

They lay together on the floor, spent and content with the exercising they had just finished doing. When they were just about to start another round, the door opened and a slim, red-headed woman walked in the door and froze at the sight of their breathless, naked bodies.

“Who are you?” Angie asked, annoyed.

“I’m Anthony’s wife. Who may I ask, are you?”