Under my orders, Tiffany, my sluttiest ex-girlfriend, had been fucking my boss for the past two months. Every morning, after she'd gotten her brains fucked out, she'd call and gave me all the sweaty details. Sometimes, she'd even let me listen while DeAngelo fucked her brains out.
With every imaginary orgasm DeAngelo gave me, I unleashed more of my sluttiness. My husband, Oliver, loved my slutty behavior at home, but he did not love my sluttiness when we went out. So, whenever he was away on business, I dressed and acted as slutty and horny as I wanted.
It got to a point where DeAngelo could tell when my husband was out of town. After my husband left on his next business trip, I decided to wear my sluttiest outfit to work.
When I got there, DeAngelo was in his office. "Hey, Aria," he yelled without looking up. "Can you come in here for a moment?"
I loved it when he asked me to come; that one word sparked a soaking wildfire between my thighs. As little beads of juice collected on my puffy labia, I remembered I wasn't wearing panties, so any wetness dripping down my thighs would be visible. The thought of my boss seeing my shiny juices streaming down my legs only made me wetter.
"I'm coming," Ooh, I loved saying that to him. As soon as I was in his line of sight, his eyes widened. "Yes, Mr. Pearson?" I asked innocently.
His mouth hung open as he stared at my perky, C-cup tits resting braless in my white long sleeves sheer short criss-cross crop top with a cut-out front. He bit his bottom lip as my perfectly brown areolas and rock hard nipples begged to be sucked through the sheer fabric.
I tossed my long, curly black hair over my shoulder and pretended to stretch, showing off my tight waist and belly. I put my hands on my hips and posed, tightening my abs and wriggling my soft tits at him. He fixed his pants and shifted his cock's position.
He let out a quiet growl as his eyes glided over my white mini tube skirt that barely covered my slightly bodacious hips, tight thighs, and plump little ass. The skirt made my slender, toned legs look a mile long, perfect for wrapping around a strong man's hips and pulling him deep into my profusely wetting pussy.
"I need you, ah," he mumbled while trailing his eyes down to my four-inch black faux suede ankle heel boots with chic buckle details. "I mean I want you, um..."
He tried to cover his mouth, but I saw him licking his lips; probably thinking about thrusting his colossal chocolate cock into my cute Korean pussy with my boots still on. Coincidently, I thought the same thing when I put them on that morning.
"You want me...?" I asked while giving him a sexy smirk.
"Never mind... I, ah... I'll remember later."
"Oh, well, just let me know when you remember." I smiled sweetly before turning and strutting away.
He immediately closed his door, and the faint sounds of overly orgasmic porn starlets' moans escaped from his office. He hadn't jerked off at work since he started fucking Tiffany, but I guess my outfit was too much for him.
I knew it took him a while to jerk off, so I went to get off in the back room. He used that room as his spa - hangout room. It had a big sectional sofa, a full-size refrigerator, a massive two-thousand-gallon salt-water aquarium, some office plants, and a top-of-the-line sound system.
Secretly, I listened to my recordings of him fucking Tiffany whenever I needed to cum really hard; so, my 'special playlists' were already loaded on to his system. With him preoccupied, I turned on my favorite track and lay on the sofa with my legs wide open. When things started getting good and my head began to rush with delight, my phone rang.
Oliver called to let me know he had to stay a few extra days, which was okay with me. I rushed him off the phone and tried to regain my orgasmic rush as quickly as possible. As my fingers danced inside my soaking wet pussy, DeAngelo walked into the room.
"Is that Tiffany?" he asked.
I snapped my legs shut and jumped up. "Stop playing," I begged the music system. "DeAngelo," I yelled. "I mean, Mr. Pearson, I'm so sorry. I don't know... I didn't think... I thought you were busy."
"Is that Tiffany and me? How did you get that?" A savage grin came across his face as he looked at me. "Have you two sluts been recording me?"
My pussy vibrated when he called me a slut. "Actually, I recorded you. She just let me listen while you fucked her." I saw the bulge in his pants and nearly fainted. "Can I help with that?" I licked my lips and pointed at his bulge. "It looks really hard... and painful."
The therapeutic, soft, blue aquarium glow made the ravenous look in his eyes more spine-tingling. He slowly walked over to me, never taking his eyes off my scantily clad body. His bulge grew bigger as he got closer and as he stood in front of me, he kissed me.
Our bodies quaked as he slid his tongue into my mouth, but then, my phone rang again. He grabbed my phone and threw on the sectional away from us. I melted in his arms as he slid his hands down my back.
"Take off your panties," he commanded.
I grabbed his wrists and used his hands to pull the bottom of my skirt up and showed him my dripping wet, bald pussy. "I'm not wearing any panties!"
"No bra and no panties; you're sluttier than I thought."
He looked at the glistening trails of cunt cider dripping down my thighs and smiled. My legs opened wider as he ran his fingertips over my hairless mound. When his fingers grazed over my clit and slid down my slit, my labia blossomed and welcomed his gentle touch.
As his fingertip pressed at my entrance, my phone rang again. I wanted to answer, but he pulled my skirt up over my hips and began kneading my wet pussy between his fingers. My knees buckled as he slid his thumb up my slit and stroked my clit until my legs shook.
"Oh, shit! I'm about to cum!" He worked his fingers up and down and side to side until my pussy lightly gushed in his hand. "You're about to fuck my boots off, aren't you?" I asked, chills of ecstasy running up and down my spine.
DeAngelo just smiled as he stripped off his tight-fitted smokey grey vest and began unbuttoning his dark blue collared shirt. With each button loose, he revealed more of his extremely muscular chocolate body. His black, tribal tattoos covered his chest and shoulders and forearms like a warrior's armor.
He ran his hands through my hair and caressed my face as he gently slid his tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands down his ripped back and squeezed his tight ass through his jeans. He slid his hands down my back and cupped my plump, little ass.
"Take off your skirt," he commanded. I pushed my skirt down, and he forcefully turned me around and pulled me against his chest. "You naughty little minx," he growled while spanking me.
He didn't spank me hard like they do in porn. It was more like a sensual spanking you'd see in a sexy - funny Jennifer Aniston Rom Com. Though his slaps were gentle, feeling his hand on my bare ass sent shockwaves down my legs. We laughed as he continued playfully spanking me.
When I needed more than a spanking, I turned back around and pulled my top off. In nothing but my black boots, my body looked irresistible under the aquarium light. He tasted my nipples first, lightly sucking and nibbling them both until they were painfully hard. Then, his hands massaged my waist and back until I trembled against his body.
Next, I licked and sucked and kissed his chest and nipples while undoing his dark blue trendy faded jeans. The thick, black stitching matched my black fingernails; a surprising coincidence that made me wetter. My fingers fumbled as I hastily pulled at his zipper, trying to get at his chocolate cock.
Once his jeans fell, only his tight white briefs stood between me and his pleasure pole. More tattoos appeared below his waists, wrapping around his thighs, hips, and calves like armor. I couldn't wait to feel him in my hands, so I reached into his briefs and grabbed his veiny cock.
It throbbed in my tiny hand like a constricting python. Scientists say that dicks don't have muscles, but DeAngelo's cock bulged so hard; it felt more like flexing. I slowly stroked the trapped beast, feeling his monster growing harder by the second.
"Holy shit, this thing is huge!" I gasped.
My hand slicked his dick as I pumped precum from his overfilled balls. The sizable wet spot on his briefs foreshadowed an enormous explosion waiting within his orgasm. My mouth went from his chest to his lips as he begged me to stroke harder. Now fully hardened, his dick greatly outsized my one hand.
