The Neighbor's Boy Part 3b | 2016

After the rather frenzied way we had gotten each other off. I stand back up and cleaned myself up a bit. I get a tissue off the desk and try to clean off my glasses. However the thin tissue just spreads the cum around. To horny to go to the bathroom to wash the cum off, I instead lick the cum off my glasses before trying again with the tissues. I smile at Eric and say, "I've missed you." Putting my glasses back on, I can smell his cum on them, making me aroused again.

Having cum he's a lot calmer and he holds me kissing me tenderly. He's still hard despite the amount of cum he had expended. I gently touch his cock and ask, "Was there no one to take care of you in New York?"

"No one as good as you." He starts to unbutton my blouse. He caresses my sides sending shivers down my spine. I shrug the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I want to feel his mouth on my nipples with have become hard little nubs. Taking the hint, he pops open my bra. I laugh a little at how quickly he can do that.

"Eric, you must get a whole lot of ass. Why me?" I'm still insecure about our relationship. He’s far too handsome to need to settle for me. I'm happy that he finds me attractive, but there are tons of hot nubile willing girls who want to fuck him, and seeing how quickly he unsnapped my bra, he’s been with a lot. I slip my blouse off my shoulders and let my bra fall to the ground. I start pulling his shirt off, and I want to feel his body up against mine. I hold him close and savor how close he is to me finally. As he holds me, I start kissing his chest and the lower part of his neck and I can feel his cock getting back to its original hardness.

"Because with you, I can fuck you whenever, wherever and however I want." To prove a point he says, "Where is your bosses desk? I going to fuck you on it." Knowing that he was right I led him into Mr Sharpe's office. Eric sat down in Mr Sharpe's chair. Dutifully I sat in the table in front of him. "Give me your panties," he said. Obediently I took them off and handed them to him. He stands up and begins to finger me again. I start moaning softly as he does this to me. I close my legs to keep his hands close to me. He leans over me and pulls my hair back so we’re arched over my boss’s desk. While in this position he begins to lick my right breast. He whispers, “Cindy, tell me that I can fuck you whenever, wherever and however I want.”

As his fingers bang me, I moan back, “Oh Eric, yes, you can have me however you want. “ I lean back and start to fondle my left breast. In the background I can hear my phone ringing. It’s either my son or Marc, but at this point I don’t care. I need Eric’s cock deep inside me. He stops momentarily and pulls his hands out from my dripping pussy. When he does this, I scream out, “Don’t stop!” He’s a bit forceful and he turns me around. He grabs my hair forcefully and pushes me down on the desk just enough so my nipples graze the leather table mat on the desk. He lifts my skirt and hikes it around my waist with his other hand.

His cock is rock hard and easily penetrates me. I’m so wet that my pussy offers minimal resistance. The balance between the pain I feel in my hair and the pleasure my pussy is feeling is exquisite. His thrusts are slow and powerful and we slowly push Mr. Sharpe’s desk across the room until it’s up against the opposite wall without anywhere else to go.

Eric goes faster and faster, and I keep moaning like a needy slut. I keep telling him, “faster,” or “harder,” but he ignores me. He goes at whatever pace he wishes and I’m unable to cum. My hands are trying to push myself off the table because my nipples are feeling raw from the friction between them and the table pad but he’s too big and too strong. The fact that he’s delaying when I cum, I find myself being brought to the edge over and over again each time getting closer and closer. I’m screaming myself hoarse, “Stop this, you asshole. I need to cum.”

Finally he stops and pulls out. I scream in frustration, “What are you doing! Please don’t stop.” However, he takes that chance and shoves at this point his well lubricated cock into my asshole. I’ve never had anal sex before and as tight as I was the first time we had sex, this was an order of magnitude tighter. When he shoves himself into my ass I scream in pain and pleasure. I reach down and touch my swollen and hyper sensitive clit. Unlike the other times, he doesn’t bother pinning my hands so I can’t touch myself and I quickly cum. The orgasm coupled with my asshole being assaulted by his cock is too much for me to bear. I feel a long drop of drool fall on Mr. Sharpe’s desk.

Eric cums in my ass soon after. He pulls out of me and shoots his cum on the back of my legs and I feel it run down my leg. He turns me around and kisses me deeply, “God I’ve missed you,” he says again. I can barely hear him, the blood pounding in my ears as I’m limp from the orgasm. He goes to the bathroom to clean off his cock. I manage to stagger into the women’s room and I look at myself, my hair a mess, my glasses still a tad cloudy from the cum, and my eyes looking like an addict.

I’m glad no one is at work, as I awkwardly try to clean myself up with soapy water and a paper towel. I smell of sex and I don’t want it to be that obvious when I go out. When I finish Eric was sweet enough to be cleaning off Mr. Sharpe’s desk, “Wouldn’t want you to get fired because your boss’s desk is a bit messy,” he laughs.

His phone rings, “Mom, I’ll be home in about 10 minutes,” is the only thing he says. He looks at me and says, “Ms. B,” I need to go. I sit back at my desk, too exhausted to drive home.

I look at my phone and see a message for me from Marc, “Hey sweetie, meet you at 7 at work?” I look at the clock and it’s 6:50. God, I feel like such a whore for hiding Eric from the other men in my life. However, my orgasm continues and I don’t think I can stop myself.