Page 21 of Forbidden Temptations

Richard had to force himself to breathe as he watched his wife raise her tit up to her mouth and swirl her tongue around the pebbled nipple. She knew how much he loved her tits. Knew just how to use them to drive him wild.

“A-Alice…”

“Do you want me to beg for it… want me to get down on my hands and knees… and beg to see your cock…” The blouse fell open completely as Alice pushed her breasts together, making them bounce and jiggle before rolling the dusky nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Mmm… you’re so bad. Do it, Dick, I want your cock.”

And his cock definitely wanted her.

That throaty husk of hers had him as hard as steel.

Sensation rippled up and down his length as it fought to be free of its restraints. So insistent and demanding, his white knuckled grip on the armrests of his chair was all that kept him from ripping open his chinos and giving her the show she craved.

Then he felt something brush against his leg.

He froze.

He knew he shouldn’t look, but his eyes had a will of their own. Drawn down like magnets to watch the slow seduction of a hand rising from under the desk. Slowly, step by step, walking up his leg bit by bit towards the bulge of his cock, getting closer and closer and…

“Fuck…” A ragged breath left him in a rush as soft digits curled around his imprisoned length and gave it a testing squeeze.

“That’s it, grab it baby, tell me how big it is… so big and hard and full of cum…” Alice panted in her hot breathy tone, the fingers of her left hand roughly attending to her nipple, twisting and tugging in the way that always got her hot. “Just thinking about you sitting there, jerking your big dick for me… mmm… gets me so wet. Does it feel good, Dick?”

“Yeah… so fucking good…” Richard groaned, Rebecca’s small hand fisting him through his trousers, pumping along his length from root to head, her movements slow but urgent. He tried to focus on the screen, on his wife, to blot out the sensations Rebecca was sending sizzling through him, but he was too finitely aware of her. Aware of her shuffling closer, her head of dark chocolate hair creeping out from beneath the table, her free hand creeping up his other leg. Moving higher and higher towards his zipper.

He needed to stop this. He needed to stop her, but when he tried, his body had a will of its own. Instead of pushing her away, his hands just undid the fastenings of his belt and trousers. Then Rebecca’s hand was dragging him from the confines of his boxers, and it was too late.

“Suck it.” The command was out before he knew what he was saying.

“Fuck yes, baby, I love sucking your cock…" Alice moaned on the screen, thinking the command was for her. “I really wish you were here. Your cock's so big and tasty. I could suck it all day, jerking you off with my tits until you paint my face with your cum. Or would you just bend me over and pound-pound me… pound me from behind…”

She was getting close; he could hear it in her voice. Richard could imagine her hand under the desk, fingers pushing under the silk of her panties to rub her clit. “Stick it in me Dick. I need it. I’ve been such a naughty schoolgirl, bend me over your desk and punish me… punish me with it… spank my ass with your cock and use my naughty little pussy… she’s so nice and hot and wet for you… just begging to get your dick off- oh shit!”

Through the speakers, the school bell sounded faint and distant, but it hit Alice like ice.

In a flash, she was up and pulling herself together as the hall outside filled with the shouts and bangs of children running to their next class. “Sorry babe, gotta go, but we’ll finish this later,” she promised, before killing the Skype connection with a click of her mouse.

Richard hardly noticed.

Instead, his eyes never strayed from the vision of Rebecca’s big doe eyes staring up at him from beneath her bangs as her pink lips wrapped around his cock. A picture of innocence and wickedness. Then she was taking him in. Those lush lips brushing over his glands and down his shaft. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, sucking him in all the way to the gate of her throat, before pulling back to mouth his sensitive crown.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, Mr Martin,” she purred, teasing his underside with slow licks. “I’m sorry, I know it’s wrong, but after Friday night, I just can’t help myself…”

“It’s okay Rebecca, that wasn’t… it-it’s not your fault.”

Richard groaned, his head rolling back as the hand still holding him began pumping up and down.

“It’s alright, Mr Martin. I know you're only saying that. It’s all my fault. I’m such a naughty girl, going down on you while you’re talking to your wife. Have I been bad, Mr Martin?”

“Yeah, so very bad.”

“Do you like it Mr Martin?

“Yes.” The feeling was so intense that Richard’s death grip almost snapped the arms clean off his chair.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“Oh yes, I’m going to put you over my knee alright, and if you don’t make me cum quickly, I’ll bend you over and fuck you across this desk until you can’t walk straight.”

“Oh, promises, promises…”

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