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His name was Clint and he was gorgeous; tough and soft and smooth all at the same time. He had the ability to hold me in his arms one minute and get me to do anything the next. When I was in his thrall I could be the cute girl next door who would never do anything wrong – until she got caught sucking off a guy behind the tool shed. Or I could be the whore who would open herself for anything his raging libido desired. I could be anything he wanted and he made me feel like I was oh so right for being that girl he felt like having at the time.

He had this long bench instead of chairs at his table. It was better than any chair because I could get right up next to him. We could eat or drink coffee or do whatever and his body was right there next to mine. I loved to turn my back to him, spread my legs around the bench, and lean into him. His arms would go around me, fingers exploring and probing my body.

One morning, before we both went to work, I woke up horny. Desperately horny. The kind of horny that usually means I spend some time in the girls’ room at work and hope I’m quiet, as I masturbate off to my fucking hot man. He was up before me – as usual – and I did my best all morning to not look at him. I put on my white bra and panties, a simple grey dress, and pretended I wasn’t already soaking my panties.

But I walk out and there he is. Clint. Rugged, amazing Clint in a simple white T-shirt that hugged his chest and showed off his shoulders. He was reading some trade magazine or something but he looked up when I walked into the room and smiled that smile of his – the one that makes my knees go weak and my heart go pitter-pat and my clit start throbbing. It was that smile that could make me do anything. Get down on my knees or spread my legs.

His smile alone could push me over the edge. That smile that told me no matter what I did it was the right thing to do. My body ached for him when he smiled like that, his smile promised hot romantic sex. I ached for his hands, ached for his mouth to lick my pussy. Ached for his cock.


I was already late for work but I had more pressing concerns. Pulsing, throbbing concerns that the girls’ room just wasn’t going to help with. I smiled back, walked to him, and turned him so I could get close. I didn’t say a word, just sat down next to him and pressed into his hard body.

He knew what I wanted if my hands in his hair pulling his lips to mine weren’t enough of a clue, my hand rubbing his dick was. He got hard behind me, his delightful cock pushing into my back. I let him hold me, caress me, fondle me. Frolic me. His hands knew my body inside and out and weren’t afraid of playing with me.

I encouraged those hands to find a place to play, helped them rub my throbbing pussy through my already soaked panties. Then he took over and I settled back into him. His fingers slid into my panties probing for a way to slide into me.

But I wanted more than fingers. I wanted what was growing in his pants. I wanted that hard member inside of me. I pulled him to his feet and dropped to my knees as I tugged his pants down. A hard cock greeted me. I stroked it and fondled it. I knew exactly what that beast could do to me and was looking forward to loving every second of it.

He was big enough to fill my mouth. My hands fondled his balls and stroked his shaft while my lips and tongue worked the tip. I made love to his cock with mouth, sucking and licking him until his grunts became groans and his fingers running through my hair became hands gently pulling me to my feet.

My pussy was throbbing in expectation. It wanted what my mouth had just tasted and I couldn’t wait to feel that amazing sensation of cock pushing into me. I expected him to take me by the hand and lead me back to the bedroom. I was looking forward to stripping off my clothes and tossing them in a heap on the floor but Clint turned me around so I was facing the table.

His hands slid up my thighs and tugged my panties down around my ankles. I tried to turn around and face him he gently – but firmly – kept me facing the table. He pulled up my dress and his hard cock slid into me from behind. I gasped and whimpered. I kept trying to turn around to face him, wanting to see his face, see what he was feeling as he fucked me from behind. There was no turning, though. I was held in place by a huge cock thrusting in and out of me.

He’d never taken me from behind before. I felt a mixture of “oh my God this is so good” and “I feel like an animal right now.” I let the animal take over and the good got better. My fingers grasped at the table in front of me. I pushed my hips back, trying to get more of him inside of me. He fucked me at his leisure, teasing his way in and out of my pussy while I moaned and bit my lip.

He pulled out and turned me around. Before I could complain my dress was over my head and on the floor. He lifted me up and set me on the table. His lips kissed down my body. His mouth and tongue went to work between my legs, sucking and licking my wet sex until I was almost ready to beg. The soft feeling of tongue and lips on my pussy was a stark contrast to the feeling of his hard cock inside of it. Lips and tongue are amazing, but I needed to feel full again.

Clint stood up, lifted my leg and thrust into me. He fucked me, gave me exactly what I wanted. I was so horny my fingers found my clit and I fingered myself in desperation as he slid in and out of me. His dick was amazing but he wanted me another way. He flipped me over again and took me from behind again. This time we fucked like animals. His hands pulled my shoulders and hips, tugging me onto his raging member.

Shock and a bit of anger filled me as much as his cock. Shocked and angry that he was taking me, making me his, and shocked and angry that I loved it so much. He could have pounded away me like that forever and I would have been his willing subject. Clint’s strong hands on my body kept me in place, made me his toy until he said, “I want to see you.”

He laid back on the floor, huge cock pointing to the skies like a flag pole. I mounted him, drove him deep inside my aching pussy until it felt like I was impaled on him. I’m sure I was a gasping, moaning mess at this point. I fucked him, sliding up and down on that amazing dick of his, not caring what I looked like or who was watching. There could have been a dozen people in that room with us and I wouldn’t have cared about anything but the hot guy underneath me and the hard cock inside of me.

We kept going, kept becoming more and more like animals lost in primal passion. We spooned on the floor, his arms holding me close as he pushed inside of me and with each thrust I begged to all the gods I knew of that it just not stop.

When he put me on the chair and spread my legs wide I was so close to the edge I could have exploded from just the air caressing my wet sex. He put himself inside of me and whispered to me to let go, to come for him. I obliged. How could I not? After having his mouth and hands and cock all over me I was willing to do anything he asked.

I came, toes curling, mouth whimpering, crying out to anyone who would listen, singing my song of lust and passion and just how amazing I felt at that moment. He pulled out of me and let me watch as he worked his cock until it exploded, stroking it up and down. White cum, hot as fire, dotted my body. With that final bit he made me his. Naked, sweaty, and covered in his cum I was his. Forever if he wanted me.

THE END