So I've decided to write a second episode to this, without kinda finishing the first one. Re-reading it again, it felt like it had reached a natural climax (pun intended), so I thought I might just re-start again as there were some thoughts and ideas I wanted to explore that I didn't there. Reading Episode 1 is not essential. Knowing how to play Hearts is. Well it'll make a lot more sense if you know the game. Feedback is more than welcome but be nice k?
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"Aaaahhhhhhh!!"
In one motion, with his hands on her hips, Michael entered her deep and hard from behind as Rachel gasped. His blonde girlfriend instinctively reached to grab at anything on the office table, lifting her elbows off the table and trying to steady herself. She gritted her teeth as Michael held her in place, and with her skirt hiked up and her panties around her ankles, she tried to focus on breathing and not squirm. Michael took a few moments to enjoy her wearing him, taking in the view from behind of her bent over his office table, before starting to thrust slowly and deliberately and causing Rachel to now have to try and decide between groaning and wanting to just scream out loud.
It was late, and there was no one left in the office. He had left specific instructions with the security guards to not disturb him as he had "important work to do", which was usually true for the most part. But in recent times, Rachel and him had had more romps in the office than ever. There was something about this exhibitionism that thrilled both of them, though there was really no danger of them being caught or in trouble. Not especially when he owned the building. He had expected Rachel tonight, so the shirt he still had on and the pants he had stripped off, leaving him nude waist down, was of the more wrinkle free variety.
Michael picked up his pace, and his 8 ½ inch cock was filling Rachel up quicker as her moans picked up and her breathing became more ragged. He leaned forward and kissed her on the neck as he continued fucking her at a steady pace while she tried to turn her head a little to allow him access, and at the same time reaching her hand back to caress his face. He moved his hands to her 36C tits, firm and soft and still felt wonderful even through her dress blouse. He caressed her soft breasts for a few moments while continuing to thrust, before deciding that her blouse must definitely go.
He started to undo the buttons, fumbling at them but throwing in a handful of un-rhythmic thrust for good measure as they tongued each other. Peeking over her shoulder, he saw that she had a lacy black and white bra on, with her tits clearly spilling out the top.
Gosh these tits are awesome...
With her buttons finally all undone and sliding her blouse off her, he pushed her forward down on the table again. With her head down and elbows on the table, she half expected him to be unhooking her bra. What he did caused her to shriek - with his left hand on her back, his right hand grabbed a handful of hair and pistoned her hard.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!! Ahh! Ahh! FUCK!! Ah!! Ah!!"
Rachel cried and grunted in sync with Michael's strokes; after all she had nowhere to go in this position and there was nothing she could do other than to try and focus on the intense sensation of Michael filling her up while trying to steady herself.
He kept at this pace for a minute or so before slowing down momentarily, sensing that he was building up to a climax. It had been a long day at work and he wasn't going to perform like usual, but he didn't get want to get done so soon either. Rachel took a moment to catch her breath, herself being close to orgasm.
Michael unhooked her bra, which he then slid off her shoulders. He then reached around and grabbed both her soft yet firm bare breasts as she pushed off the table and leaned back into him. He fondled her gorgeous tits, while giving her short strokes, pinching her nipples as she moaned in contentment. With his left hand still on her breasts, his right moved down to her mound, tracing her body all the way down and sending shivers down her spine. He knew he had found the spot when her body jerked in response, and he began to rub and thrust as Rachel's moans started to turn to long guttural groans.
She was close. Gathering enough of her breath between grunts and moans, she managed to eek out - "Babe... I'm... gonna cum."
He immediately picked up his fucking, and she screamed with the increased pace. He moved his hands back to her hips, causing her to lean forward with her elbows on her table again.
"AAHHH... Fuck me... Oh god...! OH FUCK!!...urghh... OH YES! OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!... OOHHHH... HERE IT COMES...GO... DEEP... nggnnhh... GO DEEEEP!!"
He obliged and penetrated her to the hilt, holding it there as she came. She rode the waves of pleasure as her legs trembled, while Michael gave her short strokes between pushing his cock all the way in.
"OH... FUCK... Nnnngh..."
As her legs trembled and her orgasm washed over her, Michael pulled out and stepped back. Her legs buckled as she finished cumming, but he caught her and turned her around. She found the strength to kick her panties away, stripped off her skirt, and allowed Michael to step between her legs. They had to move slightly to the side of the table, before he lifted her onto it. He grabbed her legs under her knees on either side, causing her to lean back on the table with her elbows propping her up. Her face still flushed from cumming, she sexily looked at him as he put both her legs on his shoulders, causing her to lie flat on her back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and penetrated her again.
Rachel grunted and moaned as she closed her eyes, her pussy still sensitive from the orgasm. Her right hand managed to grab the side of the table, her left grabbed at whatever she could grab at as he picked up the pace. As he hugged her legs and fucked her, he was able to also lean forward and caress her tits. She continued to moan with each thrust as her body continues to be pleasured with each penetration.
Another minute of this and he sensed it was near. She sensed it too especially as he was really picked up the pace. She moaned louder and louder too with each thrust, and with a few more strokes, he came.
"FUCK ME HERE IT COMES..."
He grunted and pumped his load into her, holding her legs to steady himself as he continued to cum.
"Hnnghh..."
He tried to catch his breath as he pumped his final load into her. He held her in place by her legs, his cock buried within her as he recovered and tried to catch his breath. Flushed, he finally took her legs off his shoulders as he leaned forward to kiss her. She thought there was gonna be more, but it looked like he was done. He gently kissed her a few more times before pulling his half limp cock out and falling back on his chair.
She sat up on the table, somewhat surprised this time that he wasn't going to fuck her senseless. He always had this extra fervour during these sessions at his office.
He saw the look in her eyes and laughed.
"I told you I'm tired babe!"
She made a face at him before getting off the table and looked around for her panties. As she put them on, she looked at him with a sly grin.
"You still made me cum."
She continued to get dressed, starting with her skirt and then her bra and finally her blouse.
He sat back enjoying the view.
"Hey I might have more if you come home with me tonight..."
She heard him but pretended not to, though the slight smile gave it away.
"So the great Michael L. is human after all."
"Oh really? Well don't believe everything you hear."
"Don't worry babe... I've experienced plenty to believe it myself."
