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A routine filing task ends up with a pleasurable surprise.
She looked right at it now, overcoming her embarrassment. "James, I want you to fuck me."
The camera swung back to Lynn grinning maniacally. "See? I love you so much. I can't wait to get married. Now fuck that bitch raw. Oh, and take pictures!"
The video ended and James looked back up at Anne, her hand still rubbing against her clit. He was frozen watching her.
She raised an eyebrow at him, and exposed her breasts to him. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
It was all the invitation he needed, but she still had him off balance. He couldn't take his eyes off her, but something was stopping him from getting up and taking her.
"Your wife might like a submissive little bitch for a husband, but I need a real man right now, James. Are you going to fuck me or what?"
Without another moment's hesitation, he stood and crossed to the other side of the table. Anne shifted her chair, giving him full view of her lithe body. She was sinuous and sensual, made even more erotic by the dress that was now failing to hold back her most alluring assets.
James sank to his knees and kissed her warm thighs. She was on fire, burning with lust, and he traced his way up her legs like a bloodhound, following the scent of her heady musk. When his tongue reached her pussy, she withdrew her hand and ran it through his hair, arching her hips to meet his mouth. She tasted like wanting, and he did his best to oblige. She shuddered as his tongue flitted over her clit, and he could hear the tension in her breathing as he explored her tender folds.
Soon, she took his hair in her hand and pulled him away. The playfulness was gone in her face, replaced with a rosy glow of animal attraction.
"If I wanted someone to suck my clit, I could make Marie come down here," she said. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you waiting for another dick in your ass?"
James growled and yanked his pants down, releasing his throbbing erection. She smiled at him, eyes devouring his cock. He stood and grabbed Anne by the waist, then pushed her up against the counter.
"Is this more like it?"
"You're getting there," she said.
Her backside was exquisite. Round and shapely, with the bare lips of her pussy peeking out from between her legs. She looked back at him, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, and wiggled her perfect ass suggestively.
"Come on, are you going to fuck me or what?"
James took her by the hips and ran his cock along the slickness of her cunt. She was so ready for it...but maybe that was part of the game. "Soon," he said, pulling his dick away from her. "I'm not sure if you really want it."
"Please," she hissed. She tried to push back against him, to guide her hips to meet his.
James slapped her ass, leaving a bright red impression. "Please, what?"
"Please fuck me."
"Fuck you? Like this?" He let the tip of his cock slide into her.
She gasped. "Yessss."
He pulled out. "I see. Is that what you want? What you really want?"
Anne whimpered. "Yes! Please!"
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, right by the base of her skull, and pulled back. "Then take it."
With one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, he thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Anne gasped, head tossed back as he held onto her hair.
"You like that?"
"Yes," she hissed, pressing herself into him. "More."
He drew back slowly, letting the lips of her pussy drag against his cock until only the head remained inside her. Then he pounded forward again - once, twice, three times in rapid succession - before building into a steady rhythm of powerful thrusts.
"Yes, just like that," she cried, face full of ecstasy. "More!"
"Yes," she said. "Pull my hair. Slap my ass. Call me a bitch."
James stopped for a second. She looked back at him with betrayal, her eyes wild with need. He spanked her hard on the left cheek, and she gasped again with animal passion.
James smiled. "Greedy little bitch, aren't you?"
He slammed his cock into her, taking firm grip of her hair again until her head was pulled back and facing him.