A Big Meaty Cock Makes Me Do Bad Things ♕

The big meaty cock boy of a coworker was with me alone.

He had a big meaty cock. I happily pressed the send button on my last email, then turned to my colleague John, and before I knew what I was doing, my lips were on his. So the first kiss was not romantic, but rather a happy ending to our hard work. The second kiss, however, when he leaned into me, was soft and gentle and lit a fire in my heart that made me forget my husband.

“I’ve wanted to do this all week. I’m glad you took the first step.”

My lips parted in surprise at his admission. The feeling was mutual.

Before either of us could say another word and ruin the moment, I threw myself at him again, wrapped my arms around his neck, then thrust my tongue into his mouth and we kissed. Between my legs, the tension flowed like a river.

He began to explore my body, and everything felt good – very good.

I was afraid our colleagues would find me. If we did, it would mean that both John and I would be fired, and I would have to explain to my husband why. This conversation and its consequences would ruin my life. As John’s tongue licked my lips and tongue and his hands explored my body, I had no time to think about it. I sighed passionately against his lips, wanting his big meaty cock.

His hands slipped under my blouse and caressed my breasts for a moment over my bra before the dress rose up shamelessly. My swollen nipples pressed hot against his hands, and I began to pant like a horny bitch.

John spun me, and I pressed back against him. His hands found my breasts again, tickling my nipples and twitching them as he kissed my neck.

To make room for him I undid the button on my pants for his big meaty cock.

So he took the hint, and his hand slid down my stomach to my pants. He felt between my legs under my panties. I was in heaven.

“God, yes,” I hissed, reaching my hand into his clinging hair.

I panted and flexed my hips as John’s fingers groped my sex, wanting to get inside me. When he found out my secret, he did it milliseconds later. I was soaked to the skin. His fingers reached out again, finding my clit and drawing tight circles around it as my body writhed under his touch.

“Oh yes,” I sighed, my breath catching in my throat. So within seconds, I uttered words I never thought I’d say to my counterpart: “Fuck me.”

So John grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me long and hard. My bare breasts pressed against the warm wood of the conference table, I was obsessed and didn’t want my lover to stop. I told him so, and he began to thrust violently, and my orgasm started immediately.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him as pleasure flowed through me. So John tightened his grip on my hips as he pushed his big meaty cock into me, “Harder.” “Harder.”

John stared at me as my hips bumped against the edge of the table. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted John to punish me for what I had done to my husband, and at the same time, I wanted to feel his big cock fill me completely.

As I tried in vain to stifle my screams, after a few minutes my orgasm came violently. His cock slammed into me, my body dissolved, and my sex pulsed around him. When my orgasm subsided, I pressed my forehead to the table in exhaustion, and he continued thrusting.

“I’m so full,” I groaned. John filled me to the brim, and I wanted to feel his big meaty cock.

I wanted to feel his cum explode inside me. “Come on, get inside me. Fill me up some more.”

So John ran his other hand down my spine and grabbed my shoulders. His thrusts intensified as he pushed his big juicy cock into me harder. As he neared his climax, another orgasm began, his considerable manhood throbbing deep inside me.

“I’m coming,” he announced as his thrusts intensified.

So I rose from the table, turned to face him, and saw his cock for the first time. His cock glistened with cum, dangling between his legs, and I couldn’t believe all the cum that had just entered my body. It was a big meaty cock.

So John reluctantly pulled his cock in and buttoned his pants while I tried to do the same. Finally, I took off my bra and wiped my top in place. As I did so, he looked at me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re married.” He said to me quietly.

“I know. It’s not right.” I looked at her. “But I would do it again and again.”

“That’s what we do.” John said to me as he took me back into his arms.” I want more from you.”

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