This is the first time that I am sharing this story since it all began 3 years ago. I have not been able to share the dark side of my marriage with even my closest friends, as doing so would further embarrass and humiliate me. I had heard about SBF many years ago but had never come across this section until a week or two ago. I read many of the threads, with bros sharing their true/partially true stories of their wives etc. They all seemed to feel that it offered them closure and lifted a weight off their shoulders, so ive decided to do the same. I don’t even know if anyone would read it.
This is my true story about my marriage and my wife. I have embellished some of the graphic details for effect but the general course of events follows reality. First a short intro. My wife and I met when I was 24 and she was 18. We dated for a few years and got hitched when I was 27 and she was 21. Up until our marriage I was her only bf/lover.
My wife is abt 1.6m tall and very curvy (not those skin and bones type). She has 36DD tits, a small waist and a really full ass. A lot of guys have commented before that she is a Chinese girl with a black girls ass. Think Kim Kardashian except a smaller bosom.
Anyway, we got married in late 2008 and things were good. She graduated a few months after we got hitched and went out looking for a job. Given the state of the job market then, she was thrilled when she got a job at the local branch of a multinational marketing firm (wont say any more than this). She was hired as a marketing associate/executive assistant to the regional director. The director was some angmor chap named Smith. In the beginning, she was very happy and so was I, and I didn’t think anything was amiss until I started noticing some strange things when she returned home from work. Nothing major, just that sometimes she was wearing a different top from when she left, and she was starting to work until really late every night. I brushed it off that her boss must be riding the new associate. (How ironic that thought would turn out to be).
Anyway, 3 months into her new job, she came back home close to midnight and she seemed in a hurry to jump in the shower. I was curious but didn’t say a word once she started undressing. My wife pulled the tight white blouse over her head and slid the knee length skirt off. I immediately got hard looking at her juicy ass as she bent over to step out of her skirt, but was also surprised that her panties were missing. I could clearly remember her putting on a black lace thong that morning, but now they were missing. My wife turned and unhooked her bra, a black satin bra with tiger print on the top half of the cups, from which her tits were pouring out of. She then hurried into the bathroom, without saying a word. My curiosity compelled me to look for the panties, and I rummaged through her handbag, and sure enough, there they were bunched in a corner. I pulled them out wondering why my wife put them there, when I felt how wet they were. I also noticed some white sticky substance (which I later found out was semen).
I waited for her to come out of the shower before confronting my wife. I pointed to the panties and the late nights and the changing clothes and demanded to know what she was hiding. As she stared at me in shock, her expression went from shock to fear, to embarrassment and finally shame.
“Ive been sleeping with my boss, im so sorry. Im so ashamed.” I was shocked. I never imagined my sweetheart would ever cheat on me. “Please don’t be angry honey, Its only been going on for a month…”
A MONTH!! I was still speechless, my emotions ranging from hatred to jealousy and then pain. I looked at her face, her innocent face, but now it wasn’t innocent. I suddenly felt ANGER welling up and shouted at my wife, demanding that she tell me everything. She agreed to tell me everything that had happened, as long as I promised not to leave her. I refused to agree to that term, but a new emotion was creeping up on me. I was curious to know everything, hell the thought of the sordid details turned me on! I didn’t know why. I had always enjoyed the jealous looks that other men gave me when I was out with my wife, but had never considered her with another man.
Finally, with her in tears, I agreed, but on the condition that she writes down every detail as a full confession. I wanted the proof, but also, a part of me wanted to hear her description of events. So here below I reproduce the confession written by my wife. As I mentioned earlier, I have embellished some areas, making the sex description more graphic, but the flow of events is according to her confession.
To be continued….
Hi bros, i am heartened to read the supportive comments. I will post part 2 tonight at home (currently accessing via hp).
This first happened in 2009 and we are still married. Things have developed a great deal since then, and i will detail it all in my posts. Just need to be patient as i can only write after work.
Thanks bros.
CONFESSION:
It had started almost from the day that I joined the marketing firm. Mr Smith, the regional director I reported to, clearly found me attractive. Sometimes I would catch him staring down my blouse at my tits, or sometimes I would look back while bent over my desk and find his eyes glued to my ass. On day 1, Mr Smith told me that a marketing company is judged by its employees, and he expects me to dress “appropriately”. He made it clear that loose frumpy outfits were out of the question, and he expected me to be professional. I made it a point from that day forth to make sure I was dressed in tight, figure hugging skirts and tops, and always always, stiletto heels. The first couple of months, he did not try anything with me. I would catch him staring and often undressing me with his eyes, but no physical contact.
That was until my third month when Mr Smith and I were alone in the office working late. I was sitting at my desk typing on my computer, when he came out of his office and stood beside me. I looked up and smiled, my lips painted red and noticed he was looking down my blouse. I was wearing a v-neck dress blouse which gave a great view of my 36DD tits. He smiled at me, not even the least bit embarrassed at being caught staring. When my husband stares at my tits continuously, it never fails to get me wet, in anticipation of a good hard fucking. But now I began to feel my pussy get wet, and the embarrassment caused me to turn red. Mr Smith saw my reaction and smiled, moving to stand behind me and he placed his big hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. I was apprehensive at first, but his firm but gentle rubbing caused me to relax, and I let out a sigh. He began asking me about the project I was handling, and I started to bring up the documents on the screen. All the while his hands kept massaging my shoulders, slowly moving down my arms and then back up again. Soon his hands were on my neck and began inching down my front. I looked down at his hands as they moved closer, inch by inch, towards my chest. Instinctively I knew what he was doing, but for some unknown reason I remained completely still, my tits heaving up and down with every breath I took. I looked up at him over my shoulder, and noticed the lustful stare as his hands slowly moved onto their targets. Soon his hands slid over my tits, and I gasped as he started to knead them and fondle them. Despite his large hands, my tits were too big to fit in his hands. He whispered in my ear, “God you have a great set of tits, Chinadoll”. That’s his nickname for me, due to my oriental features, and being an arrogant angmor prick, he doesn’t care whether im from China or Singapore.
As he says that, he slides his hands down and unbuttons the top two buttons of my blouse, and opens it to reveal my black half cup bra. I moan softly as he resumes massaging my tits, feeling my pussy get wetter. “This is so wrong Mr Smith, you are my boss….and im married…” but he ignores me, continuing to play with my tits, reaching in to pull out my nipples, which have always been very sensitive. I moan louder as he begins to tweak and pull on my nipples, and his attention to my swollen nipples only causes me to get even wetter, till the point that the smell of my pussy fills the room. By now, I’m repeatedly asking him to stop, but he ignores my weak pleas, and rubs his crotch against my back. I call feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants, twitching repeatedly, as if calling to be released from its prison. I know that this is the point of no return so I summon all my willpower and pull his hands off my tits and stand up facing him. “I can’t do this, I married.”
Mr Smith glared at me, his rock hard cock creating an obscene tent in his pants, and said “fine, here’s the deal Chinadoll. You have a choice, either you do everything I tell you to, or you can leave this place for good. But choose wisely, because there aren’t many jobs out there for girls like you, especially once I’m done blacklisting you to the marketing community here.” “or you can be a good Chinadoll and show me how much this job means to you”. As he said this, he was rubbing his cock through his pants. “I’m going to my office, think it over and let me know. If you decide to stay, I expect you to come into my office in nothing but your half cup bra, thong and stiletto heels." He turned and walked into his office, shutting the door. I stood there confused and scared, not knowing what to do. I knew it was wrong to do what he was commanding, but he was right, there were no jobs out there. We had just bought our condo and a car and we would be in big trouble if I now lost my job. Also, though he was twice my age in his mid forties, he was still in shape and it could be worse. After 10 minutes of thinking, I knew I had no choice but to obey.
I stripped off my blouse and slid off my skirt, stepping out of it. I applied a fresh coat of lipstick, tucked my 36DD tits back into my bra and gingerly knocked on Mr Smith’s door before opening. As soon I opened the door, Mr Smith whistled and was smiling, sitting at his desk. He beckoned me over and I walked toward him, my tits jiggling, threatening to bounce right out of my bra, and my hips swaying seductively from side to side. I stood beside him and he told me to turn around, which I did, facing my juicy ass inches from his face. Suddenly he reached up and spanked my ass, saying “I knew you would make the right choice Chinadoll….god what a juicy ass!” Another spank…then another. It hurt, but it also caused my sopping wet pussy to tingle. It was as if my ass was connected directly to my clit, and every spank sent electrical bolts right to my clit. He reached between my thighs and ran a finger across my pussy lips, causing me to gasp and stumble. He laughed, and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap. My juicy ass landed right on his lap, with my pussy, covered by the just the thinnest of material, inches away from his throbbing tentage. He intertwined his fingers in my long black hair and roughly turned my head to face him, and he kissed me deeply, sucking on my tongue and biting my lower lip. At the same time, he reached behind me with his left hand and in one quick move, unclipped my bra, causing it to fall off my shoulders due to the weight of my heavy breasts. Instinctively I moved my hands to cover my tits, but he pulls them away and begins tweaking my nipples, sending little shock waves down my spine and to my engorged clit. I now begin to kiss him back, sucking on his tongue as his hands roam my 36DD tits, and soon one of his hands moves down to my thong covered clit. I moan into his mouth as he starts to rub my clit while tweaking my nipples and fondling my breasts. It’s not long before I feel an orgasm building, and I cum just as he shoves two fingers into my wet pussy.
To be continued…
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Originally Posted by
Rickey
A very sexciting confession frm a wife tat shd wet both the guys & gals reading it !…pls continue asap bro
I want to post more parts, which i have already written, but my posts need to be moderated so its a little slow right now.
Confession Part 2:
He then whispered to me to get down on my knees and suck his cock, while looking at me and sniffing his fingers, which are visibly soaked by my juices. I looked back at him and slowly slid down his body, rubbing my ass and then my tits against his throbbing cock all the way down, until I am on my knees in between his legs. He groaned as I did so, and said, “I hope you like to drink cum Chinadoll, because from now on, it’s going to be your staple” I looked up at him, disgusted by the thought. I had always avoided swallowing my husband’s cum, no matter how much he begged. I didn’t even let my husband cum in my mouth. It was just gross and demeaning. “I don’t swallow”, I told him while unbuckling his pants and pulling them down in one move. His cock sprang out into view and I let out a soft involuntary gasp.
His cock was really big and hard, twitching constantly and slowly oozing precum from the head. It was at least 9” long and really thick, so much so that my small hands could not encircle the base. He smiled as I looked up past his throbbing member in my hands, and said “I don’t give a fuck what you want or don’t want. You better get used to swallowing, Chinadoll.” I glared at him as angrily as I could, and wrapped my crimson lips around his bulbous head, licking up the steady stream of precum oozing out. Slowly I began to slide my lips down the shaft, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, running it down the back of his cock, his thick veiny rod ticking my tongue. He groaned and threw his head back, and placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face down further into his groin. Soon, I had more cock in my mouth than ever before, and the head of his cock began to hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He laughed every time I gagged, “There’s still 2 more inches of white cock to get into that pretty little mouth of yours, Chinadoll, so you better start taking it down your throat, before I start forcing it down.”
By now, my eyes were tearing and I was struggling to breathe, but for some reason I was getting more and more turned on. Being coerced into this situation and being treated like a cheap piece of meat was causing my entire body to tingle, and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm. I looked at his face and he had this extremely cocky smile, which made me angry and I glared at him, but for some reason, also made me want to prove that I could get his entire cock into my mouth and deep throat him. I took a deep breath and forced his cock into my mouth and down my throat, and I felt my throat as his fat cock head popped in. I held that position as he moaned loudly, “I can’t….I can’t fucking believe….damn Chinadoll….no asian slut has ever….” and before he could finish the sentence, I felt his cock expand and I knew that he was about to cum. At the very same moment, I felt something new happen. Each twitch of his cock in my throat and every time it grew, my pussy pulsated and I felt an orgasm building again. My second one and I hadn’t even touched my pussy!!
I desperately wanted to pull his cock out and not let him cum in my mouth, but I stopped myself, knowing that it would piss him off badly. His cock began to spurt, with a first thick wad flowing right down my throat. As he came, Mr Smith pulled out his ejaculating cock rapidly from my mouth and pumped two shots of his thick, creamy seed onto my face, catching me completely off guard. No man had ever cum on my face and I felt both humiliated and incredibly turned on at the same time. I was also amazed that he was still cumming, as he shoved his cock back into my mouth and emptied another three large spurts, before he finally slumped back into his chair. I looked up at him, his thick cum still in my mouth and with globs of it on my face, and waited for him to look down at me. When he did, I opened my mouth to show him his cum before I swallowed it. His eyes almost popped right out of his head and his expression caused me to laugh. I also decided that his cum didn’t taste half bad, in fact I secretly loved it. It felt like my reward for giving him such a great blowjob.
To be continued…
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Originally Posted by
Night.hawk
The confession “letters” are just like coming out of a porno script. Solid lah!
Like i mentioned earlier, i have taken some creative license in the depictions of the acts, but rest assured it is based on what really happened.
Next part coming soon bros.
Confession Part 3:
I stood up and bent over to pick up my bra, thinking that like my husband, he was spent after one shot. But just as I picked up my bra, I felt Mr Smith’s hand on my ass. I looked back at him, still bent over with just my thong and heels on, and was shocked to see him slowly stroking his rigid cock. I was momentarily mesmerized; it was rock hard and seemed even bigger than before. Mr Smith reached around and cupped my tit, which was hanging down, and he tugged on my nipple causing a moan to escape my throat. I knew that my night was far from over and I became even more wet at the thought. He gently spanked my ass and slid his fingers into the waistband of my skimpy thong, which was by now soaked through. He slowly slid it down over my ass and down to my ankles, leaving it there, stretched obscenely between my ankles. He then moved forward and told me to grip my ankles with both hands, which had me basically bent in half, with my ass and sopping wet pussy lips open to his attack.
I waited, too turned on to breathe, and I waited for the anticipated assault that I knew was inevitable. Instead of plowing right in, Mr Smith took his time, running his big strong hands up from my calves to my thighs and finally my ass. He rubbed and groped my ass, and was pleased when my pussy began to leak my juices. Without warning, he leaned in and licked my clit very lightly, and I almost fell forward, but he held me firmly by my spread asscheeks. He flicked his tongue over my nub repeatedly, causing my orgasm to build rapidly, until I came loudly, moaning with my head between my knees, watching as his tonguing refused to cease.
As he continued for the next 10 minutes, I came another 10 times!! Until that fateful day, I had only cum a few times, and never multiple orgasms!! I had always thought they were made up by porn and men. But now I was a believer, god was I a believer!! Mr Smith continued licking my aching pussy and then I heard this voice, first very soft but it got louder and more insistent. “Oh god, please fuck me….please fuck me….i need you….please, Mr Smith, stick that thick long white cock in my tight little Chinadoll pussy….i will do anything….fuck your Chinadoll….please….”. As the fog in my mind cleared, I realized that the voice was mine. I was begging for it. Somehow, this man, twice my age and my boss to boot, had reduced me from a confident and independent feminist, to a quivering, begging slut piece of meat. This was no longer his coercion. I wanted him to fuck me, god I needed him to fuck me!
To be continued…
Confession Part 3:
I stood up and bent over to pick up my bra, thinking that like my husband, he was spent after one shot. But just as I picked up my bra, I felt Mr Smith’s hand on my ass. I looked back at him, still bent over with just my thong and heels on, and was shocked to see him slowly stroking his rigid cock. I was momentarily mesmerized; it was rock hard and seemed even bigger than before. Mr Smith reached around and cupped my tit, which was hanging down, and he tugged on my nipple causing a moan to escape my throat. I knew that my night was far from over and I became even more wet at the thought. He gently spanked my ass and slid his fingers into the waistband of my skimpy thong, which was by now soaked through. He slowly slid it down over my ass and down to my ankles, leaving it there, stretched obscenely between my ankles. He then moved forward and told me to grip my ankles with both hands, which had me basically bent in half, with my ass and sopping wet pussy lips open to his attack.
I waited, too turned on to breathe, and I waited for the anticipated assault that I knew was inevitable. Instead of plowing right in, Mr Smith took his time, running his big strong hands up from my calves to my thighs and finally my ass. He rubbed and groped my ass, and was pleased when my pussy began to leak my juices. Without warning, he leaned in and licked my clit very lightly, and I almost fell forward, but he held me firmly by my spread asscheeks. He flicked his tongue over my nub repeatedly, causing my orgasm to build rapidly, until I came loudly, moaning with my head between my knees, watching as his tonguing refused to cease. As he continued for the next 10 minutes, I came another 10 times!! Until that fateful day, I had only cum a few times, and never multiple orgasms!! I had always thought they were made up by porn and men. But now I was a believer, god was I a believer!! Mr Smith continued licking my aching pussy and then I heard this voice, first very soft but it got louder and more insistent. “Oh god, please fuck me….please fuck me….i need you….please, Mr Smith, stick that thick long white cock in my tight little Chinadoll pussy….i will do anything….fuck your Chinadoll….please….”. As the fog in my mind cleared, I realized that the voice was mine. I was begging for it. Somehow, this man, twice my age and my boss to boot, had reduced me from a confident and independent feminist, to a quivering, begging slut piece of meat. This was no longer his coercion. I wanted him to fuck me, god I needed him to fuck me!
As my begging continued, Mr Smith let out an arrogant laugh, “you little Asian sluts are all the same, all prim and proper one minute, little cock hungry whores the next!” He stood up and pulled me upright by my hair, spanked my ass roughly a few times, and lifted me up. I cried out at the rough treatment, but it also got me even hotter. I never knew being roughly manhandled would feel so good. He carried me over to his desk and laid me on my back, ripping my thong off and without any further warning, plunged his full 9” of thick meat into my sopping pussy. I let out a scream as my pussy was stretched to its limits. He withdrew until only his throbbing head lay between my pussy lips, before savagely plunging his searing hot cock in again. I continued screaming, both in pain and pleasure, as he pounded my pussy in long, steady and hard strokes. He still had that arrogant prick smile on his face as he grunted with each thrust, and he grabbed my tits, which had been flailing about, and used them as handles, gripping onto them tightly as he roughly pinched my swollen nipples. My back was arched off the table with my nipples being mercilessly tweaked. As he fucked me, I kept cumming, so much so that soon there was really no start and no end, just wave after wave of pleasure washed over my sweat coated body, my legs with my stiletto heels, flailing about helplessly as Mr Smith increased the pace and ferocity of his pounding.
Finally, he threw his entire weight into his final thrust and buried his cock deep in my pussy, deeper than any man had ever been. I came simultaneously as I felt his cock throb repeatedly, as Mr Smith unloaded another hot load, this time into my pussy. I felt it spurt onto the deepest parts of my pussy as my pussy muscles clamped down around his cock, milking his thick member like it was dying of thirst. He slumped over onto me, kissing and licking my 36DD tits as he rested. Finally, he pulled out of my pussy, which seemed reluctant to let it go, causing a loud ‘pop’ as his head came out. I blushed as the sound reverberated in the room, and he laughed and gave my juicy ass a spank, making it jiggle and my clit tingle. “God, Chinadoll, you were tight!!” I felt proud and elated at the compliment, not really knowing why. He started to get dressed and I got up to do the same. My legs were wobbly and I almost fell, but Mr Smith caught me and steadied me. He looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply, his hands running over my curves, caressing my ass. I in turn threw my arms around his neck, shuddering as his hands explored my body. Finally, he pulled away and told me I had better get dressed and head home. “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, Chinadoll”, he smirked, that cocky arrogant smile that angered me so much but got me so wet. I got dressed and headed home, thinking about what I had done and how this would change things.
When I got home, my husband was up waiting for me, wondering why I was getting back so late. I made up an excuse and hopped into the shower. As I washed my body, I began to run my hands up and down my curves, the events of the evening flashed across my mind. Mr Smith’s thick hard cock kept invading my thoughts, and the multiple orgasms that his amazing cock had provided. I also started to think about what would happen tomorrow at work, and I felt myself getting wet. I began to rub myself, hoping that I could release my sexual tension by making myself cum. Within minutes, I was on the verge of cumming, two fingers in my pussy and the water jet aimed squarely at my throbbing clit. I came hard, my legs buckling momentarily, and I had to steady myself against the glass door. I noticed Mr Smith’s cum on my fingers when I pulled them out of my pussy, and that just turned me on even more! How did my boss do this to me?? Finally, I hop into bed, but restful sleep evades me, as I lay awake thinking and fantasizing about Mr Smith, my boss.
End of Day 1. To be continued….
Hi bro, im really sorry for the double posting of part 3. The moderators took 4 hrs to clear my post, and by midnight i had forgotten how much i posted. Hence there are some repeated paras. The second post of part 3 is the complete one, so ignore the first.
Cheers,
Jbzz
Edit: Seems like im out of moderation. Thanks to all bros who “upped” me. I only wish i knew what the points and reputation system meant. Have tried reading the Forum FAQ but its rather complex.
Confession Part 4:
THE NEXT DAY
The next morning, I woke up and was pleased to see that my husband was about to leave for the office. I didn’t want him around to see me when I got dressed for work. After I kissed him on the cheek and closed the door behind him, I rushed back in the bedroom and pored over my wardrobes, trying to figure out what to wear. I couldnt figure out why, but I felt like a teenager getting ready for her prom. I desperately wanted to impress Mr Smith. I really didn’t understand why, but deep down, I needed to impress him. I slid on my sexiest bra and matching thong, this leopard print satin push up bra that pushed my 36DD tits up and together. The matching thong framed my juicy ass perfectly. I had decided to wear a grey office dress that was very tight, with a low cut at the front and stopped just above my knees. I applied my makeup flawlessly and painted my lips pink. I rushed out the door, partly because I didn’t want to be late, and partly because my pussy was getting wet just thinking about reporting for “work” in Mr Smith’s office.
I was seated at my desk when Mr Smith walked into the office. I looked at him walk toward my desk, that same damn cocky smile from yesterday, and my pussy got wetter. I shot him a glare, trying desperately to cling onto the shredded remains of my dignity, all the while my pussy betrayed me by aching for his cock. He reached my desk, leaned forward, blatantly looked down my front, and said “Nice…now follow me to my office, Chinadoll….time for your daily morning snack….” He laughed at his own lewd comment, as I blushed, both in anger and shame. I stood up and looked around the office, imagining that everyone else knew what was going on. But no one batted an eyelid as my boss led me, his hand on the small of my back, into his office.
He shut the door and walked over to his seat, sitting back and looking at me. I stared at him, knowing what he was expected but somehow immobilized. By now, my pussy juices has soaked through my thong and their smell was filling the room. Mr Smith said “Cmon Chinadoll, get to it. Ive got work to do. Im not paying you to just stand around.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair as I walked over to him and obediently dropped to my knees. I slid under his big desk and reached up to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. I looked up and there it was, the tormentor of my pussy, his rigid meat twitching, the head slowly oozing precum. I gently licked his cock from the base to the head, before licking each side, until his cock glistened. Then I wrapped my hand around his tool and began stroking him, his cock felt hot in my hand. I slowly ran my tongue over his balls as I continued stroking his cock. They felt big and full, and I loved the salty taste. I continued licking them, and then started to take each of his balls into my mouth and sucked on them.
Mr Smith was moaning as I sucked on his balls, drenching them, one hand stroking his shaft while the other was now rubbing the head of his cock. “God….Chinadoll, where the hell did you learn to do that?? You are such a good cocksucker….*moan*”. I smiled under the table, feeling strangely proud of myself and intensifying my actions. Soon his engorged cock was ready to pop, so I stopped sucking his balls and stroking his cock, and moved myself up, wrapping my full lips around his cock, slurping up the precum that was oozing prodigiously from the head. Just as I began sliding his cock deeper into my mouth, I heard his office door open. I panicked and began releasing his cock, but felt my boss’ hand shove my face back down onto his cock. I had no choice but to keep sucking, as I listened to one of my male colleagues talking to my boss about a project.
As I built up speed, I could tell that Mr Smith was struggling now to maintain his composure and carry the conversation. I decided to get some revenge and took his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat, as my hands rubbed his swollen balls. He stuttered as I did that, and I kept going faster, until I felt his cock expand rapidly and his balls tighten. I pulled his cock out of my throat, keeping my lips wrapped around just the head, and began furiously stroking upwards, milking him. He exploded in my mouth just as my colleague left the room. Hot jets of thick creamy spunk filled my mouth rapidly, and I had to gulp a few times, savouring the taste and texture. Finally, he was completely drained, so I slid out from under the table, noisily swallowing the last mouthful of his cum. Mr Smith looked drained, which gave me a great deal of satisfaction. “Chinadoll, you are such a naughty girl for trying to make me cum while Mark was in the room….im gonna have to punish you for that…”
With that, he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to him, and buried his face in my deep cleavage, licking my 36DD tits until they glistened with his saliva. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him in, moaning as his hands mauled my dress –clad ass. Then he spanked me on my ass and told me not to wipe it off, and to get back to work.
To be continued…