post date:20th May 2017 Author:Admin
We hadn’t had sex in a while, was all I could think of as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Yes, I was frustrated. It had been months since I had had my body folded over on myself. Since I had strained to scream yet no words come out. Since tears had run down my cheeks due to the intensity and relentless pounding my body was receiving. Since I had been hurt so good! This needed to be rectified. I could not concentrate at work. I needed to scratch this itch and who better with than my fiancée? Guys need sex, right? Well that’s the theory anyway so why was he telling me he was too busy or tired for sex? It was absurd! It was going to happen today. Not tonight, but today. I shutdown my laptop with a decided nod. I was going to take a prolonged lunch break and go over to his office. We were going to do it on his desk whether he liked it or not. I smiled dazzlingly at my colleagues as I breezed out of the office. I went to my car, got in and started the short drive to his office fifteen minutes away. I got there and nodded at the receptionist who let me in without so much as a mutter. He knew we were getting married soon anyway. I knocked once then walked into his office and leaned against the door as he stared at me confusedly. ‘Kamari, why are you here? Is there a problem?’ His confused look had changed to one of concern. I locked the office door without looking away from his eyes and slowly kicked my shoes off. I saw his look change back to confusion then alarm then resignation then desire as I unhurriedly slipped out of my dress. ‘Oh Kamari’, was all he could say as I walked to him in just my purple knickers and sank to my knees to take off his trousers. His head fell back as he closed his eyes while I played with his balls and sucked his cock with so much pleasure. I hummed my pleasure even and this made him groan softly. His hands came round my waist as I took off my knickers and sat astride him before sinking down. I don’t know who moaned louder. I threw my head back and rode him slowly, savouring my fiancee’s cock. It had been a while and it felt like he was back home where he belonged. Then he started thrusting upwards into me. He gripped my waist so tightly that I squeaked a bit. His eyes were slits as he rammed into me, like he was punishing me for something. I smiled lazily back at him and rode the pleasure out. I needed one little thing to set me off and he knew this. He whispered, ‘touch your clit for me.’ For him? No honey, I was touching my clit for myself. I did just that and cried out joyfully as I came. He raised a hand to cover my mouth but I batted it away and moaned louder. It set him off as he gritted his teeth and I felt him tense. Just as he was about to pour, I hopped off him nimbly and he came all over his legs and even splattered his shirt. ‘What the hell, Kamari?’ He spluttered. I wore my knickers back and languidly pulled my dress on, ‘I don’t want to get whatever STD that is lurking in those trifling albeit delicious balls of yours.’ He stopped wiping himself and stared at me gobsmacked. ‘You silly little fool. Did you think I wouldn’t realise what was going on?’ I laughed to myself as I stepped into my shoes and patted my hair. He mouthed like a fish as I brought out my lipstick and little mirror to repair my makeup. ‘Don’t bother coming back, Alade. I’ve changed the locks and your clothes are with the gateman.’ I waved cheerily at him and walked out. His receptionist looked at me like I was mental. He had clearly heard my screams. ‘He's all yours now, Kunle. Enjoy your confused boss.’ With that, I got into the lift and pressed the ground floor button.