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I’m dirty, I tell him, but he won’t be deterred, persistence being one of his best qualities, I go unheard. When he gets his mindset, it is best that I go with the flow so as not to bruise his delicate ego. Like him, I prefer to be squeaky clean, not to mention I’m in the middle of something. So, like him, I close my ears to see how he perseveres. After he realizes he can’t club me over the head like Captain Caveman, he breaks me down like only he can. I try to avoid his kisses with all my might, both of us knowing they are my kryptonite. I try to look busy at my desk, hoping he’ll see, but what am I to do when he gets down on his knees?

First, I try a diversion and remind him he needs to pick up the kids, but he answers that he only needs a few minutes. Not the best sales pitch and we both know that is a pile of shit, or I would have already jumped on his fucking dick. He rarely ever taps out before me, not to mention having to see his big baby blues looking up at me from between my knees. It is equally difficult to smush away the dimples on his pretty face, so I let him stay to plead his horny case. Then I try a different line and build off my dirty behind; I ask him if I can rinse real quick, thinking that alone will take the wind from his dick. Still undeterred, my plight goes unheard as his subtle roaming caresses around my waist, hips, and thighs break down my crumbling guise. I started to think we’d better get busy because he won’t be deterred while all my pleas and excuses go unheard. He senses my weakness and pulls up my shirt to kiss and nip, taking his time around my sides and hips. I hate him playing with my tummy as I try to pull down my shirt, but he forces my hands away to taste his just desserts. I get over my ego real quick with hungry probing thoughts of his magical dick. His mojo is strong, and I’m craving some dong, and plead with my eyes when he looks up from between my thighs. He straightens between my legs in more ways than one, his kisses promising a lot more fun. His kisses say thank you, and you won’t regret, and savoring his skills, I know it is a sure bet. Finally wiping away any lingering reservations that there might be, my roaming hand finds him hard and straining to be free.

“Fuck it” I say as if I had any choice left in the matter, because he had me as crazy as the Mad Hatter. He skillfully removed all my clothes, and how, nobody knows. I didn’t even remember how he got me to the bed, or how my hand found its way around his thick cock and my lips its head. I smoke him like a big bong, and this time, he is the one rubbing my head to the rhythm of our song. He removed himself from my ravenous mouth, saying it was his turn as he headed south. Who am I to argue even if I could, as he spins me like a top to check under my hood? He forces my legs open rougher than needed, only making me wetter, to which his growls conceded. He first inhales me like a fresh bag of crippy before exalting like a big stoner hippy. He then crushes my nether lips under his own; his kisses progress until I’m a hot mess. The wetter I become, the hungrier his gets, and it isn’t long before I’m singing “I’m cumming,” without regrets. I warn him to see if he cares so that he can proceed if he only dares. He knew I was cumming and plays me just right, and allows me to cum enough without ruining my appetite.

I’m now hornier than ever and in need of something bigger. He stands between my legs again, thick cock in hand ready to pull the trigger. He milks it in long strokes that make my mouth water, and my insides contract in desperate hunger. I’m again suddenly famished and torn wanting to taste it some more, but he pushes me flat to my back like I’m his durty whore. He runs his conquering flag up and down my slickened folds to lather it up before finding my hungry hole. He pushes into my wanton depths while holding me down by my rolling hips. He drives me slowly at first until I beg “harder”, never more anxious and willing to be this suicide martyr. I watch his smile grow to piercing dimples as his tightening muscles flex and ripple. He then takes a running start and rams me impossibly hard, each mind-blowing hit so deep hurting so well, I want to weep. He pumps me up like a balloon, because inhaling is all that I’m able to do; while each of his rapid strikes impale me again and again, each one smashing my clit in glorious sin. Just as I’m about to explode and demand more, he withdraws like the brat he is and pulls me onto the floor. With a handful of my hair, he drags me off the bed and onto my knees to give more head. He is hostile and barbaric as he drives into my hungry mouth, and I can only hope that he won’t pull out. It makes me so hot when he manhandles me that way, that he won’t stop is all I can pray. I gag and choke just to breathe and cum again hoping to give him the same reprieve. I wrap my hand around his cock milking and squeezing with all my might; my eyes watering while tasting the end in sight. “Oh, YES,” I think as the pre-come first falls, only to be denied once again when he withdraws.

Mother Fucker, I was so close, as he lays back on the bed with his hand wrapped around his still fat pulsing head. His smile still deviant as he beckons me to mount, and I’m pissed but determined to seeing this out. Counting to ten and looking back at the clock, I wonder if we have the time to mount his taunting cock. I shake my head and pull him to his feet before walking him back to my office seat. It is where it all started and where it will end, and I push him down to begin. I kneel between his legs, hoping to get him orgasm and to spare myself the long workout and my thighs from spasms. I burn my shoulders to do what I have to and only stop when I taste his salty aju. Satisfied, I stand and turn to take my seat, and guide cock as I lower onto his meat. I feel so full and thinking I might split, as I raise and lower myself on his magnificent dick. Luckily, I’m quick to adjust, and I sit down hard, hoping for it to bust. It isn’t long before my thighs are burning, but I’m happy to look back to see him struggling. I persevere and pummel him with my ass and hips as he holds on tight with two death grips. I considered stopping because it is something he’d do, but I’m not that cruel and decided instead to take him to school. I’m determined to break him and know just what to do, I confess, “I’m coming all over you”. It is always the trigger that sets him free, and I finally feel him giving in to me. It is great to be able to turn the tables and to be the one to see him raddled. I just have to endure a few seconds more before I hear what I am hoping for. He bellows, his guttural cries at max, and I smile, knowing how much better they make the climax. With my thighs on fire from the effort needed to quench our desires, I sit back and rest on his heaving chest, using him as my chair and never more happy for getting us there. He thanks me for playing, and I can only reply by saying, “Yeah yeah,” as I peeled myself off him with one final bid “Get your ass up, and go pick up the kids”. 

Happy Hump Day!!!

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