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I have one hobby that I don't share with anyone, sometimes I..
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 21:00:11 +0000 UTC I have one hobby that I don't share with anyone, sometimes I anonymously post my stories . I like to write my erotic fantasies or different sexual stories. Starting today I want to start posting them here. I will be glad if you will be active, now enjoy the first story, which I called "more than a job?" *The story is fictional, as are the characters. 😋 I had wanted him for a long time, we worked very close to each other, saw each other almost every day, and barely knew each other, but he had a strange quality that attracted me like a magnet. Always dressed with a needle, the smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes just drove me crazy. In my mind, I had sex with him every five minutes. I imagined how I would seduce him, I wanted to sink into his arms, to feel the strength of his hands, to breathe in his bitter smell with my full chest. I imagined myself as a little fluffy kitten purring softly in pleasure when he was lightly scratched behind the ear. I was afraid of him and wanted him, and he didn't even seem to notice me. And so when once again, dying to get him, I decided to do this strange thing. I wrote him a note: "Words can not say everything, but the eyes can give you away and say much more. If in your eyes I see what I dream of myself, then...." The rest of it is not really important. When I got to his office, standing at the open window, I watched the clouds running quickly across the sky, shivering with cold or excitement, clutching the cursed note in my hand and thinking about what a fool I was and why I had come here. I chickened out and was about to leave. I headed for the exit, but as I passed him, I stopped for a second, pretending I'd forgotten to say something, and then what I'd been waiting for happened. He reached out and took my hand in his, and I didn't pull it away, waiting to see what would happen next. He pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and looked up at me, a mute question in his eyes. I didn't say a word, but I didn't lash out either. I looked at him as a man dying of thirst in the desert looks at a pitcher of water, afraid that it will disappear, and I couldn't think about anything, and I didn't want to. His eyes reflected the whole sea. We were overwhelmed with feelings, we were under a paradise ocean wave, which gently caressed us, and then dragged us into the abyss of passion. He put me on his lap, and I could feel his swollen cock through his pants. We kissed like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in three hundred years, shaking with excitement like a fever. Our tongues were touching, lightly nibbling each other's lips. He unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my breasts. I couldn't brag about the size of them-I didn't even need to wear a bra-but they were beautiful. My nipples were hard and swollen like rosebuds, ready to explode at any touch, and he nipped at them with his lips, and everything swam before my eyes, all I could think of was, "More, more...". For a moment he loosened his embrace and said: "Honey, we need to be more careful," then stood up and went to the door. The key turned in the keyhole and I realized there was no turning back. I went to the window again. He came up behind me, pulled up my skirt, got down on his knee, and my ass was in front of his nose. It was summer, and in summer I don't wear underwear and always shave my crotch. Not finding panties under my skirt, and seeing such a lovely, elastic ass, he got even more excited. Gently spreading my legs with his hands, he gently ran his tongue over me, as if tasting me, then he sucked in the air with his nose, wanting to smell my scent, and I froze in anticipation. He began to caress my pussy, his tongue so soft, a little rough touched my lips, I felt his hot breath, it burned my clit. The orgasm didn't take long to come, and came in a wave almost as soon as he touched me. I felt goosebumps, something whimpering in my lower abdomen and a sweet numbness spreading throughout my body, echoing in every cell, and he kept going and going. My pussy was already wet, and I was oozing love juice. He ran his tongue gently and quietly over my lips, then penetrated me, piercing me through and through. He fucked me with his tongue, plunging it into me time after time, he licked me all over without a trace, sometimes taking a second to pull away from my pussy, he repeated softly, "How sweet you are, my girl, do you feel good? I had never felt such pleasure before. I was writhing like a cat on a hot roof and moaning softly as his fingers joined his tongue. One finger he inserted into my pussy, and with the other he began to work my ass. At first she was reluctant to let even his finger inside her, but he was gentle and tactful. First he plunged his finger into her slit, wet with love and lube, and then he began to slowly and carefully insert it into my ass. This time it was much more pleasurable, fucking me with his fingers, alternately inserting them from hole to hole, he teased my clit with his tongue, but it was already harder and faster. do you want a sequel?
