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I met Sarah online. She was short and curvy in an excellent Boticelli way. Pale skin, curly hair, Jewish, mid-’s, married and submissive. We carried on an affair for about months. We’d meet at a trashy but not quite filthy motel and fuck our brains out for a few hours every week or so. She would have these crescendos of increasingly explosive orgasms through our sessions so that by the end they often degenerated into quasi wrestling matches as I struggled to hold her down and pound her long enough to get myself off only to drive her to another explosive orgasm that would cause her to thrash, kick and scream in an effort to throw me off before I’d cum. It was awesome, though sometimes frustrating. She ended the affair because she couldn’t live with the secrets she was keeping. I understood. We stayed friends and kept in touch by exchanging a few flirty emails every blue moon or so. This story takes place a few years later. I’d received a jury summons and had to be downtown at the courthouse for a day of jury selection broken up by a nice hour public sector lunch. Sarah was working downtown at the time, establishing an LA office for a SF based company. Last I’d talked to her, a few months prior, it was just her and a somewhat incompetent assistant in the office. So, I dropped her line asked if she’d like to meet for lunch? She would and suggested a place. We met for lunch. Sat outside in the sun. Chatted. Flirted. She made of point of showing off that she was wearing a thong - I just love the way a good thong will highlight the curves of a woman’s ass and she knew it. She let slip that she’d fired her assistant a few weeks back and the office was her’s alone. After a couple moments of ‘we really shouldn’t, but damn we both want to’ flirting, we were walking to her office. The moment the door was closed I attacked. Kissing her, caressing her, forcefully, hands everywhere. Fast and frantic. I spun her around and bent her over an empty desk in the office (it had been the assistant’s). I pulled her pants down to her ankles but was careful to leave her thong on so I could admire how it framed the curves of her ass… and fuck me it looked so good. With one hand I pinned her to the desk and with other I slapped her ass good and hard. She moaned "oh. god. daddy." I slapped her ass again and again and again. Red welts forming on her beautiful alabaster skin. She moaned and begged for more from "daddy." I whispered dirty things in her ear and told her was a good little whore she was. I gently rubbed the lips of her pussy through the fabric of her thong. It was already soaked through. Then I spun her around and pushed her to her knees. She knew what was coming and had an epic look of deviant eagerness in her eyes as I unbuckled my belt and pants. Once free I thrust my cock into her mouth with both my hands pushing on the back of her head. There was a brief pause when my cock hit the back of her mouth then it popped through and slid the last couple inches down her throat. It was a struggle for her to deepthroat my cock but she could do it and she loved it. I knew that jo viv thomas would have unleashed a torrent of juices from her that would quickly overwhelm that little sliver of fabric begin dripping down her legs. I let her up for air, she gasped, I told her what a good little girl she was. She beamed. Then I thrust my cock back viv thomas most subscribed down her throat. Smashed her nose against the flat of my stomach. God it feels so fucking good to have your cock fully enveloped by a mouth and throat! Back and forth like that, maybe half a dozen times. I considered just fucking her face until I came, we were both so into it. It wouldn’t have taken me long, perhaps only a few more thrusts. But instead I pulled her up and bent her over the desk again. This time i pulled her thong down and slipped my fingers over her soaking, and perfectly smooth, pussy lips. I was careful not to penetrate her, instead I slid my fingers forward to her clit. She moaned, squirmed and her knees buckled when I hit it. I played her like that, almost like a puppet, watching her moan and buck as toyed with her clit while my throbbing cock rested on her ass. I pondered whether she actually wanted me to fuck her and if so, whether I should get a condom out of my bag. But rather than ask or step away to get a condom, I went for broke and just buried my cock in pussy in one firm thrust. The way she moaned, it was clear that was exactly what she wanted. Now, in the past when we’d fuck I always started out slow, careful to keep control and make sure I’d last a good hour or two. But this was different, very different. From the get go I just pounded her as hard, deep and fast as I could. In the past in the hotel she had always been very, very vocal. But now she was doing everything she could to keep it down - moaning uncontrollably but keeping her mouth clamped shut. There were other offices on either side and a hallway with elevators just on the other side of a frosted glass door. And I was doing everything I could to fuck her as hard as possible. It’s hard to gauge time in a situation like that but I’m guessing we carried on like that for two, not more than three minutes, before I started to cum. I did everything I could to keep pounding her all the way through my orgasm. As I came out the other side of the orgasm my fucking slowed, my senses returned and I realized that she was cuming on my cock. Panting, squirming, moaning, a different orgasm than the screaming explosions I was used to from her but an orgasm nonetheless. I collapsed over her and we shared a moment of breathing, pulsing, mutual orgasmic bliss with my cock still inside her. But it was a brief moment. I stood, slipped out of her though my cock was still mostly hard. She turned dropped back to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. That had always been a favorite of hers - to taste her pussy on my cock. She cleaned me with her mouth. I winked at her, buckled my pants and left. She was still kneeling on the floor, her pants around her ankles, my cum and torrents of her juices dripping down her legs. A huge, naughty, shit eating grin on her face. Later, by email, she told me that that was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Because she’d felt the need to muffle herself, to not scream out or thrash about, that all of the orgasm and been focused on her pussy and not spread throughout her body. The resulting intensity was like nothing she’d ever experienced. bwat