Spanked and Taken Hard

He rolled off, panting, careful not to crush me, his cock slipping out with a trickle of his cum running down my ass, staining my marital bed – right there, in Tom’s room, I’d been fucked like never before, a big “screw you” to him!

I was glowing, transformed, smitten with this guy, showing it by cuddling up to him. We lay there, wordless, catching our breath in each other’s arms. I got up, feeling his warm cum drip down my thighs, and he pulled me back for more kisses and caresses.

“Claire, I want you again, baby…”

“Wait, I need the bathroom – I’ll be right back…”

When I returned, he was standing, his half-hard cock still slick – what a sight! Still naked except for my heels, sweaty and hot, I sauntered over and teased, “Come on, let’s go somewhere else…”

I led him to Tom’s study, perched on the desk, spread my legs, and purred, “Want a taste? I cleaned up nice…”

He didn’t hesitate, lifting my legs and diving in, licking me while squeezing my ass over Tom’s papers and blueprints.

“Now sit in the chair – I’m gonna suck you like you’ve never had…”

He plopped into Tom’s executive chair, and I went down on him like his personal slut, working his cock until it promised more.

“Hang on, I’ll be quick – I want you to fuck me until I can’t take anymore…” – he stayed put, a bit stunned, watching my ass sway as I headed back to the bedroom.

I slipped into a black garter belt, stockings, and my favorite strappy heels – no panties, of course. I dressed up like a sexy exec in a skirt and blouse, did my makeup like a tramp, and doused myself in perfume before strutting back to him. His jaw dropped.

“I’ve always wanted to be the slut my boss fucks – now you’re my boss…” – I flashed my ass, hiking up my skirt to frame it with the garters.

Playing along, he grinned, “Come here, Claire, I’ve got something for you to take down…”

“Yes, sir…”

“What are you waiting for? Sit…”

“Where, sir? There’s no chair…”

“You little tease, you’ve always wanted to ride a real man – here’s your chance!” – he pointed to his throbbing cock.

“Oh, sir, you’ve got me all wrong! I’m a married woman, not some tramp… but since you insist, I’ll do it – just don’t think less of me. Sitting on your cock doesn’t make me a slut…”

I circled the desk, and as I sat on his lap – not taking him in yet – he landed a hard smack on my ass. I wiggled against him, teasing, and he groaned, probably never having a woman like me grinding on him, playing his dirty secretary.

“Goddamn, Claire, you’ve got an ass on you – and you smell so fucking good…”

“Oh, sir, stop moving – you’re poking me with that thing!”

“Bet it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked right, huh?”

“Yes, sir, my idiot husband can’t keep up – he leaves me hanging. You believe that? Sometimes I think he doesn’t even want me…”

“He’s a damn fool, letting an ass like this go to waste – but don’t worry, I’ll fuck you whenever he doesn’t. You’re my slut now.”

“Oh, sir, but you’re used to real women – I don’t know if I measure up…”

“Don’t say that, Claire – you’re a wild filly starving to be ridden… hell, not a filly, a full-on mare with an ass that needs a hard cock to make it sing!”

“Sir, you say the hottest things, but I think you’re just flattering me. Look, my boobs aren’t as big as I’d like, but my ass? I think it holds its own…” – I thrust my chest out and arched my back.

“Claire, you’re killing me, and you think you’re not enough? Every time I see you, I want to own you – and now that I’ve got you, you feel how hard you make me, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I feel it digging into me, begging for attention… Don’t think I’m ungrateful – let me suck it for you…” – I kept the game going.

I went down on him again, giving it my all, then climbed on, sliding his huge cock inside me and riding him slow and sweet, rocking my hips while he groped my ass and sucked my tits spilling out of my blouse. A finger slipped into my tight backdoor, making me moan.

“You like it there, don’t you, slut? You fuck so good – bet that little hole’s nice and snug…” – Derek growled.

“I don’t know, sir, no one’s ever taken me there – it’s untouched…”

“Don’t tell me that, you little tease – I’m gonna break it in right now!”

“No, sir, my husband will notice!” – I kept riding him, hotter than ever.

“He won’t know shit – and if he does, I don’t give a fuck. Let him see how a real man handles his whore wife.”

“No, not that!” – I slid off and moved to the couch.

Derek followed, and without another word, I offered my ass, guiding his thick tip to my tight entrance. He spat on it and pushed in – it was agony at first, stretching me painfully, but I urged him on, adjusting to take him. With a final thrust, he buried it all, yanking my hair as I cried out, tears mixing with the filthy pleasure. He pulled back and slammed in again, over and over, until the burn turned delicious. I begged him to stop, but he spanked me hard instead, reddening my cheeks, fucking me raw and wild – and I loved it, craving his brutality.

“Harder, fuck my ass! It’s yours, take it however you want!” – I screamed, and he did.