Page 31 of Watcher

Watcher sits me back on the desk and spreads my legs, leaving my panties on. He moves to his knees and buries his face between my legs.

“Fuck,” he whispers, eating me through the panties. I place a hand on the back of his head and press as I buck forward. He moans loudly, and I know I’ve done something to please him. My panties are moved to the side, and he pulls my ass to the desk’s edge, licking my clit as I press back and forth, fucking his face as much as his tongue is fucking me.

When two fingers slip inside me, his tongue’s assault driving me crazy, I come hard against Watcher’s face.

He doesn’t back away or stop, his face staying buried against my pussy until the last orgasmic wave subsides. When I start to relax, Watcher stands and lays me back on the desk.

“I’m soaked,” I say.

“I know. It’ll make this next part a little easier.” He undoes his jeans and pushes them down, his dick so hard it appears to be throbbing in need of release. “I’m going to start slow, just like the last time.”

I nod. “Okay.”

Watcher moves forward and guides his cock to my soaked hole. His eyes narrow as he looks at me. I think he likes to watch my reaction as he pushes forward. I think he wants to see both my pleasure and my pain.

“Fuck,” I whimper as he enters me. He slows and lets me catch my breath, his hands grasping my waist, thumbs caressing my stomach.

Watcher moves in deeper, his eyes growing dark, mine growing wider, feeling myself spreading yet accepting. He goes a bit deeper and then some more. I reach up and place my hands on his forearms, holding on, anticipating his next thrust. He doesn’t disappoint, and I doubt he ever will. Once he’s all the way inside me, he stops and leans over, kissing me, our mouths opening wide.

When our lips part, his hands grow tighter around my waist, his thrusts faster, his grunts louder, the desk screeching as it moves. He never stops watching me, his hands never loosening.

I feel his arms tensing and I know he’s only moments away.

“Fuck me, baby,” I say, and although it sounds a bit comical, Watcher does exactly as I ask, moving harder, the desk sliding, his jaws clenching.

“Fuck,” he says, and when he does, I begin to rock against him, slamming forward on his cock. He growls like an animal in the wild, and just when I think he’s about to come, the office door opens, and he stops. “Who the fuck are you?”

I turn my head to see who entered and then try to get up. Watcher holds me in place. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m going to finish,” Watcher says. “Fuck him.”

“Get out, Jeremy!”

“No. He needs to stay. Maybe he’ll learn how to knock the next time.” Watcher starts fucking me again, and Jeremy starts to leave. “You’re staying, asshole,” Watcher says. “In fact, bring your ass over here and sit in that chair.” Watcher points at the leather chair he’d been sitting in earlier.

Jeremy, scared to fucking death, does exactly what Watcher says. I watch him cross the room and sit, keeping my eyes on him as Watcher continues fucking me.

“The fuck are you doing?” I ask. “He’s watching us.”

“You embarrassed or a little turned on by it?”

Fuck. I’m one hundred percent turned on by it! I glance back at Jeremy. He’s got his hand down his pants! “Fucking pervs.”

Watcher plants his lips against mine and pushes deeper, my pussy throbbing. I giggle at the thought I may not be able to walk tomorrow.

“You find this funny?” Watcher asks.

Jeremy groans, and I look back in time to see his head go back and his hand stop pumping. His shorts grow dark and wet.

“Oh, shit,” Watcher says and fills me with his warm seed. He smiles and then kisses me again. He steps back, his cock dripping. He stares between my legs. “Wait,” he says when I try to move. He moves a finger between my pussy lips, allowing his come to escape.

I look back at Jeremy, who still has his head back, his right hand a mess and on top of his shorts.

“What the fuck did we just do, Watcher?”

“We had a little fun, baby.”

I get off the desk and see the mess we left behind. Watcher pulls up his jeans, his cock still wet. I grab my shorts and head to the bathroom in my office, closing the door before standing in front of the mirror wide-eyed.

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