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Author: Chris-t6290 Picture in profile
Added: May 31 2018Views / Reads: 4529 / 3454 [76%]Story vote: 9.86 (14 votes)
Attending Billís birthday party, in a sexy little black skater dress and little more, Roxanne noticed that she was just one of a handful of invited women, while the men, a good few of who were black, outnumbered them many times over.

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Story outline: Attending Bill's birthday party, in a sexy little black skater dress and little more, Roxanne noticed that she was just one of a handful of invited women, while the men, a good few of who were black, outnumbered them many times over.

"Yes, Bill, lick my clit, make cum, you lovely bastard," I urged, my legs spread wide and open for him as I watched my co-worker circle my clit with perfect rhythm and all while three of his fingers massaged the folds of my dripping wet pussy.

We had just finished a meeting with a client. To celebrate its success he slapped his hand on my ass. Rather than slap him round the face for sexual harassment, I leaned over the meeting room table, placed my hands on the surface and moved my feet apart, inviting his further attention.

Knelt behind me, his hands on my skirt in readiness to lift it up, he pondered: "Thong or panties." Whichever, it was damp as always.

Of all the work colleagues I've fucked, and there have been several, Bill is the most considerate. He knows not to waste the time we could otherwise be enjoying ourselves with prolonged foreplay by taking me out for a meal like all the others. Not only that, but he's got this lovely long dick that reaches so many other parts; my sweet spot for one.

Slowly yet teasingly, as he drew up my skirt, he caught a glimpse of my shapely round ass cheeks, naked, save for the narrow strap of my black thong. The perfect item of underwear, next to a g-string, for getting a good fucking.

Yes, as every woman knows, the design makes it easy to move the gusset to the side, unlike panties, and we had very little time to take advantage of that. All the same, Bill wasn't remiss with his attention to my needs. Granted, it wouldn't be anywhere close to the hours of pleasure that he devotes to me outside of work but I was quite horny he noticed as I surreptitiously stroked his thigh during the meeting - I'm such a slut like that.

With the strap exposed, he wasted little time in sliding his right thumb under it and then sliding it up and down, from the very top all the way down past my asshole to the base of my wet pussy then back up again to the middle. He then drew it to one side and momentarily teased my rosebud with his tongue tip before slowly sliding it down over my perineum, which he subsequently teased before finally arriving at my dripping wet pussy.

"God, yes. Quick, before someone comes in," I voiced my concern.

"It's okay, I checked, there are no more meetings planned until after lunch. I also took the precaution of locking the door when they left," he informed me.

"So, we've got -"

"Quite a while, enough for me to enjoy this lovely wet pussy of yours," he said; music to my ears.

In view of that piece of information, most welcome, in fact, I reached back and urged Bill up. Having released him, I turned around and undid my skirt, letting it slide down my lithe nylon clad legs to the floor. Not one for stockings, I was wearing a pair of black hold ups with a broad lace top. I stepped out of my skirt and hooked it to one side with the toe end of my right shoe, one of a pair of black slingbacks that had a five inch heel. I then leaned against the table, perching on it almost, drew my thong to one side and enjoined, "Eat me."

Bill didn't need a second invitation to dine on my cunt. He grabbed my

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Mattie writes Thu 31 May 2018 19:51:

Excellent as usual C


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