I was hurrying from one chore to another when M came upstairs and asked, “Can you help me for a minute?” I said “Sure.” in a distracted fashion and followed her down the hallway to the back room. When I got there, she had already removed her pants and was laying face down across the table, one knee cocked to the side, making her crotch open and available. Even as I reached for her, I was making excuses, “This will have to be a brief appetizer. I’m supposed to be working.”
I put one hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table, and the other hand slipped between her thighs and reached under to manipulate her clit. I love this position for rubbing a pussy; my fingers can reach the clit, my palm rubs against the lips and my thumb is free to squirm inside if I choose. M purred and spread her thighs a little wider, her pussy blossoming with warmth and moisture. I held my fingers together and rubbed her clit up and down the trough formed between my middle and ring fingers. She squirmed and twisted under my hands and thrashed her way to an orgasm rather quickly. I held still for a couple of seconds, holding pressure against her clit and mound the way she likes. Then I pulled my hand back, as if I was going to let her go, and instead slapped/spanked her spread pussy with my fingers, just hard enough to bring a little more warmth and blood to the area. M’s hips bucked and I started rubbing again, even more intensely.
I think M also likes being taken from behind. For her, there’s something extra naughty, extra dirty about being taken from behind like some rutting animal. And we all know, sex is even better when it’s wrong or forbidden. For such a strong-willed girl, there’s also a part of M that enjoys being dominated and having no control over how she is being used. Pinned to the table like this, hands gripping the table, M twisted side to side to get away from a hand that wrenched orgasms from her against her will. I finally relented, pulling my hands back and listening to her pant. She managed to get out, “You have to fuck me now.”
I teased her a little. “I don’t think we have time. I’d have to get undressed, and then cleaned up and dressed again later, and we’re late as it is…”
She wasn’t hearing of it. “No, right here. Just drop your pants.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a brief taste, but we don’t have enough time for fucking.”
M pressed up from the table and stood on shaky legs. I unfastened my pants and pushed them down to my knees and laid back on the table, feeling the warmth from where M’s body was splayed. She wasted no time in engulfing my cock, slurping up and down my shaft. “Tighten up”, I ordered, and she pressed her lips and tongue more firmly, working my cock up and down, making me groan in appreciation. It’s hard for me to maintain any pretense of will power once M is sucking me, and I suddenly knew she was right, that she was going to get fucked after all.
Once she had me ramrod stiff and gasping, she pulled away from my cock. I stood up and pushed the table back, clearing some space. “Move to the window and put your hands on the sill.” “Oh, right here?”, she asked. Like this wasn’t what she had in mind all along. She folded her elbows and rested her forearms on the windowsill, turning her head so her cheek rested on her arms. I grabbed her hipbone with one hand, pulling her back to me, and with the other, aimed my cock towards her pussy. Despite how wet we were, it took a little work to find the right angle of attack, and then her cunt clamped down on just the head of my cock and didn’t want to open for more. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her ass back to me a little, pressing home the point. I battered my way in, a half inch at a time, M gasping with each effort. She pushed away from the window sill and put her palms on the floor, folded in half. This opened her cunt even more and my cock sank the rest of the way in.
“Bring your legs together a little. Lift that ass.”, I grunted, and she complied. I found the angle I wanted and started stroking in and out of her, knocking insistently at her g-spot. M started wailing and crying out, “So good! Oh yes, so good!” When she’s like this, over stimulated and her g-spot under assault by a throbbing cock head, it’s hard to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. She reacheed a hand between her legs and stroked my balls with her fingers. She cried and moaned and pushed back against her unseen assailant, lost to any rational thought. I had my hands full, literally, holding on to her hips, keeping her from falling over, watching her hair toss side to side, feeling my balls swing and slap against her clit with each thrust. At this stage, it was less like stroking and more like slamming, our bodies slapping wetly. If I’m wasn’t paying attention, M’s head would begin tapping rhythmically against the wall or the window pane and I had to pull her back a bit while continuing to fuck her senseless. Finally, my balls tightened and I sank in as deeply as I could, spewing hot cum against her cervix. M gasped and we held still, feeling the pulsing and throbbing, listening to our ragged breathing. I finally leaned back, my cock slipping free, and M reached a hand back to catch the falling threads of cum from where we were joined together. I held tight to her hips, and helped her stand. “That’ll do for now”, she said with a smile, and left the room.