To Pay a Debt

To Pay a Debt To Pay a Debt

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Is this enough, Amy?

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Is this enough, Amy?

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Submitted: October 17, 2016

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Submitted: October 17, 2016

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To Pay a Debt

The office complex was much bigger than I had expected when I arrived. It was not quite closing time, but the receptionist had left for the day. There were several people milling about, some in cubicles, and some in offices with glass walls. Moving towards her office, I walked confidently, as though I belonged there, and nobody seemed to pay any attention to me.

I opened the door and slipped into her office and quickly took a seat in one of the chairs opposite her desk. She looked up, surprised, almost shocked to see me. “What are you doing here?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Paying a debt,” I answered. “I can see under your desk. Spread your legs for me.”

“You have to LEAVE; there are still people as work here, and they don’t know about my online life,” she said hurriedly.

“Doesn’t matter; you know why I’m here and what I’m going to do to you, and I will not be denied. So…spread your legs for me.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, her eyes locked on mine as she considered the situation. Then her knees parted and I could see the insides of her legs.

“Wider.”

Her knees opened widely and the crotch of her panties came into view. Red. I love red panties.

“Reach down and rub yourself.”

She hesitated less than half a minute but slowly slid her hand under the desk, under her dress and touched the crotch of her panties. I watched her fingers begin to rub up and down. “Keep rubbing while I tell you what I’m going to do to you,” I instructed.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, not NOW,” she said worriedly, but she kept massaging the fabric of her panties.

“Doesn’t matter; we’re going to do what I came for. First, you’re going to get good and wet while I watch you. I’ll be thinking of how sweet you will taste when I get you in the supply room. You’ll be thinking of how it will feel to have my mouth on you, tongue fucking you and sucking your clit until you scream for more.”

“We should wait and go somewhere after work,” she suggested, but her fingers continued working on their goal. I had her and she knew it.

Just then the phone on her desk rang and she picked it up with her free hand. She listened a few minutes and then said, “Okay, thanks, Roger; I’ll lock up when I leave.” When she hung up the received she said, “The last of the office is leaving, but Mike, the janitor and his helper are starting their rounds.” Her hand was still busy under her skirt.

“Take your hand away and let me see the crotch of your panties.”

She removed her hand but there was no evidence of her arousal as I started between her legs. “It doesn’t look like you did a very good job getting ready for me,” I said.

She stood up and came around her desk to where I sat and put her fingers under my nose. “The panties are silk so the wetness is inside the crotch, but I know how to arouse myself; see for yourself.”

I smelled her fingers, smiled and stood up. “Which way to the supply room,” I asked.

“Just follow me,” she said, “If we run into Mike or his helper, I’ll handle it.”

I trailed her as we left her office, took a turn town a short corridor and in through the door with the “Supply Room” sign on it. She flipped on a light switch as I shut the door behind us. Turning to face me, she slipped her arms around my neck and we kissed, long and hard. Her breathing was almost as urgent as mine as I groped her through her clothing.

I wanted to suck on her tits but I was too horny to wait much longer to get inside her. I reached under her skirt, pushed the panties aside and slipped two fingers into a pool of her sweetness. I wanted to get on my knees and drink her dry but I owed her, and I was her to pay.

Breaking the kiss, I unbuckled my belt and yanked my pants and boxers to my knees. She worked her panties down her legs and kicked them aside, then turned around and bent over, pulling her skirt up over her back. I wondered; why do women always want to be fucked from behind? Does it feel better or do they just not want to look at me when I come inside them?

Looking at her sexy ass, I decided an answer was not necessary and I shuffled between her spread legs. Her hand was waiting for my cock and suddenly I was enveloped in her warm wet center, balls deep. Damn! I could feel her contracting as soon as I started thrusting. I gave it to her hard and fast, just as I knew she would want it.

I wasn’t even close when she whispered, almost too loudly, “I’m coming, don’t stop….!”

Hell, why would I stop? Even sopping wet she was tight and it felt wonderful. I could tell she was trying not to moan, so I pounded into her harder; I wanted her to get all she could handle.

Then we heard voices outside, obviously Mike and his helper passing by the supply room. “You mop the bathroom floors and I’ll work on the corridor and the rooms back here,” someone said.

She stood up straight as I withdrew and pulled my pants and boxers back into place. She smoothed her skirt, picked up her panties and handed them to me. “Put these in your pocket,” she said.

She opened the door and peeked out and when it was clear, she led me to the stairwell at the end of the corridor. We opened and closed the exit door quietly. We were on the landing between floors and a large rail ran down the stairs.

I turned and sat down on the stairs going up. “Bring it to me; I didn’t get to taste you yet,” I said.

I didn’t have to wait. She stepped up on the stairs, pulled up her skirt and straddled my head. She held up her skirt so she could watch me, and then hanging on to the rail with her other hand, she brought her dripping pussy right to me.

I filled my hands with her sweet ass and held her against my hungry mouth. Her sweetness practically flowed against my face, dripping down my chin and cheeks as I gorged myself, tonguing, lapping and sucking until she came, her legs shuddering against my cheeks. I gently pushed her away and she stepped back to the bottom of the stairs.

She held onto the rail and bent over. “Finish it; I want to feel you come inside me,” she said.

A woman demanding I come for her; how could I resist? I dropped my pants and boxers again, lifted her skirt over her back and eased into her slowly. She leaned back, seeking more penetration, and I gave it to her. Deep. Hard. Just the way I knew she liked it, except that I didn’t rush.

She already had a quickie, and I wanted her to enjoy this ride as much as I would, so I went deep and pulled back to brush the tip of my cock against her labia and then sunk deep. In and out I went for as long as I could stand it. She seemed to sense my urgency to come when I began moaning. I didn’t care if anybody heard us.

I grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and fucked her pussy like I owned it. Every thrust took me closer and closer to oblivion and she knew it. Her moans almost matched mine and when I finally jerked against her, thrusting deep to blow my load deep inside her, she almost sighed, “Oh…yes….give it to me…”

When I had emptied my balls into her I stood back. She turned around, let her dress fall back down over her legs and kissed me softly. “You taste like pussy,” she said with a grin.

“Yep, and proud of it,” I replied. “Was that good enough to pay my debt to you?”

The look in her eyes said it all.

 


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