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Desktop by Amy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Amy
"Desktop"
It was a rainy weekday afternoon. I was scanning the net
looking for some entertainment. Unable to find anything
stimulating, I settled on reading some old sex stories that I had
saved for no particular reason. About a good half an hour later,
I became excited. There was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of
my jeans, but nobody was paying attention. They were all staring
into their screen's content, flirting with the keyboard.
Just as I was about to leave, the woman next to me clumsily
dropped her papers. As she scurried to pick them up, her hand
brushed up against the head of my stiff cock. Realizing what she
had discovered, she quickly apologized, blushing ever so
slightly. "That's okay." I looked down and could see the
outline of her breasts under her shirt. Her lips were full and
luscious, almost inviting me to taste them.
I quickly came back from my distraction, smiled and left. I
was walking briskly down the hall when I felt a hand tap me. It
was her. She pushed me into the wall and began hungrily sucking
on my lips. Her hot tongue explored explored every inch of my
mouth. She sucked on my tongue, as if to tease me.
By now, my cock was throbbing. I wanted to fuck this
mysterious woman who had seduced me silently. Before long, she
grabbed me and whisked me into a nearby empty classroom.Once
inside, we closed the door and got to it. She grabbed my stiff
penis over my jeans and began stroking wildly. I cupped her firm
breasts with both hands as if they were my own. Her nipples were
poking at me, as if they wanted some attention.
I slowly licked my way to her nipple. I lovingly kissed
both breasts with my tongue. Suddenly, I clenched my teeth down
on her already hard nipple. It stood at attention while she
screamed, "AAAAHHH! Bite the other one!" I did, and she writhed
in pleasure from the pain.
I worked my way under her plaid skirt to find she had no
panties on. I gently rubbed her mound of soft hair down to her
warm moist slit. Her pussy was so inviting. I inserted a finger
into the depths of her pink opening and began to lick her sweet
clit until more of her love juices were streaming down my hand.
I was stroking her depths with my finger and lapping her clit
like an ice-cream cone when I felt the urge to bite her once
again. She shivered with pain and pleaded for me not to do it
again, but when I did, she smudged her love nest all over my
face, moaning the while. This woman was so luscious, I could
have licked her all day.
To my surprise, she grabbed my dick violently and stuck it
in her mouth. She sucked me harder than anyone ever has. I lost
myself in the pleasure. Her tongue lingered around the rim, then
down to my balls, around the bottom and back up the length of my
shaft. My cock slid easily into her hot mouth and down her
throat. I was ready to come when she pushed me back.
Stunned, I just stood there for a moment until she pulled me
in closer. She was lying on the desk with her legs spread so
wide in the air, her lips parted and seemed to invite me inside.
I pushed myself into her depths. It wasn't long before she
guided my hand to her ass. Her juices were dribbling out of her
tight pussy onto her ass. My finger lingered around the rim and
then finally eased in. She gasped, "Yes! Fuck me! OOOOHHH!"
Her walls clamped down on my penis, her ass squeezed my
finger almost simultaneously. Then her body shook from the force
of her orgasm. I couldn't hold out any longer. I squirted my
hot liquid inside of her.
Silently, we gathered our clothes. I turned around after
dressing, and she was gone. I zipped my jeans and ran to the
doorway. There she was. I could see her walking down the
hallway. Her hair was noticeably out of place, and a drip of
liquid was sliding down her leg. I called to her. She never
looked back.
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