Eric thinks he's just had steam sex with the assistant of the company's only female bigwig, Alison McCarthy. Except it was actually Alison he was pounding. An unabashed womanizer, he turns her down when she asks to see him again. Alison doesn't take rejection lightly and Eric is about to get the punishment he deserves. Warning: contains graphic depictions of sexual acts including anal play. More
“...Does my pussy look good enough to eat?” she asked him, still in control of herself. He nodded, his eyes devouring her.
“But you were a dick today. Do you really think you deserve such a treat?”
An animal noise sounded in his throat and he looked tortured. “Please, Alison. I’m sorry. I will never treat you like that again.”
“First, tell me honestly. Why didn’t you want to see me again? I’ll know if you’re lying. Tell the truth and I’ll let you tongue-fuck me.”
His mind reeled at the thought of dipping his tongue into that sweet slit. “It was just that… Jane was similar to every other girl I’ve been with. So passive!” Eric blurted out.
Alison seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “I guess it’s your lucky day then that I’m not really Jane.” There was a silence, then, “I want your tongue inside of me. Eat me out like you mean it.”
Before she’d even finished, his face was pushed up between her legs, tongue stretching into her warmth, his nose pressed against her clit. She gripped the large table behind her and moaned as he lapped at her, licking at her with gusto, sucking and savouring the taste of her.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and suddenly pulled his face away from her. He looked up at her in confusion through half-closed eyes, his lips shining with her juices.
“Get up and lie on the table on your back.”
He stood up and did as she said, lying down on the cold wooden surface with his knees hanging over the edge. The table was large, made of heavy oak, and could easily sit twenty people around its perimeter.
“That was nice, but that dirty mouth of yours needs a good fucking.”