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“Harder, baby…” Michelle begged. She was on her hands and knees on my bed, backed up to the edge. I stood behind her, my hands digging into the thick flesh of her hips, my pelvis slapping her ass as I drove my cock in and out of her warm, wet pussy.Determined to give her everything she wanted, I picked up the pace.“Yess…yess,” she approved. “Fuck me, baby… fuck me…”The flesh of her ass rippled as my pelvis pounded her asscheeks. The wet sound of my cock sliding frictionlessly into her slippery hole was music to my ears.She was on the pill, but I still felt obliged to announce, “I’m gonna cum, baby…” It came out as a gasp.“Cum in me,” she pleaded. “Give it to me…”And I did. Each successive thrust dumped more of my sticky load into her. Her hand went to her clit and, with a few quick circles, she was there as well. She rubbed and spanked her love button, the proof of her climax in the way her toes curled and asshole winked in confused ecstasy.As she settled into her afterglow I pulled out and laid out alongside her on the bed. She rolled over to rest her head and hand on my chest and draped a heavy thigh over my legs. A steady stream of cum and pussy fluid leaked down my skin from her tired hole.It was Sunday night and we had to be back at work the next day. But her kids were with their father and, since Senna already knew about us, we didn’t see kaçak iddaa any harm in showing up to work together.“That was good, baby,” a satisfied Michelle whispered as her fingers ran lightly along my chest.“Yes, it was,” I agreed.“Promise we’ll never do anything to fuck this up? Like, fall in love or some dumb shit?”I thought for a moment. I was growing fond of her, but that didn’t mean we had to be exclusive. I could care for her without being clingy. Plus, if I was going to play along with whatever Suzanne was doing with me then monogamy was out of the question.“Of course,” I finally answered. “You’re nothing more to me than a sexy cum dumpster,” I quipped.She chuckled and answered, only half-jokingly it seemed, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”That being the case, I decided to fill her in on what had happened over the past couple of days. I needed someone to process it with. I needed to know if I was just thinking with my dick.“So, I wanted to run something past you,” I said. I told her about the encounter with Suzanne at the bistro, the night spent with Senna in the office, the online profile, and the video chat exhibition of the day before. She listened in silence, not saying a word.“So… what do you think?” I asked when I finished. I genuinely wanted to know, but I was anxious that this would make her hesitant to continue our affair.“I kaçak bahis think,” she said slowly, “it’s an interesting idea.”That didn’t tell me anything.Michelle rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. Her hanging tits and the bubble of her bare ass made me start thinking about round two.“Well,” she started, “one of the biggest problems I run into is finding someone I can trust enough to really… let loose, sexually. I want a guy who can be as intense as I need him to be but also won’t take advantage of me. Or hurt me.” She smiled coyly. “At least…not in ways I don’t want to be hurt.”She looked down at her fingernails and concluded, “So I guess, if it’s legit, an organization that does that vetting for you is a pretty good idea.”That was a relief to hear. “So, you don’t mind if I keep it up and see where this thing goes?”She looked up at me and shook her head. “No, as long as you’re careful.” She smiled again. “Maybe you’ll pick up some tricks to use on me…”I grinned and rolled her onto her side facing me and pulled her into a long kiss. “You’re a wonderful friend-with-benefits, you know that?” I said, sincerely.She draped her thigh over my hip and kissed me back. “I do…” she whispered. She paused and then suggested, “Maybe when you have your face buried in Senna’s cunt you can put in a good word for me.”“Hm…” I mused, “Maybe illegal bahis you can join me and tell her yourself…”My cock was already hardening again. She felt the head brush against her labia and murmured, “Mmm… yes, please…” She shifted her hips to line me up with her opening. I slowly drove my cock inch by inch into her waiting pussy, still sloppy with the remnants of our first session.Hands on each other’s asses, tongues in each other’s mouths, fucking like long-estranged lovers with no regard for the absolute mess we were making… this was how I wanted to end every weekend.***The next morning started out fairly normal. We had our Monday staff meeting in the conference room during which Michelle teased my leg with her foot while I watched Senna’s tits and ass jiggle through her tight top and skirt while she gave a presentation. But otherwise, just an average Monday.I knew that was about to change when just before noon Senna called me into her office. I closed the door behind me as I entered.“You have a good weekend, Mark?” Senna asked as she munched on a salad at her large desk.“I did. How was yours?”“Eh,” she said with a shrug, “not as good as yours. I saw the way Michelle was walking today. Pounded her out pretty good, huh?”“Uh… good enough, I guess.”She swallowed and looked at me over her glasses. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.“Waiting for?” I replied, confused. Was I supposed to be doing something?Senna took her glasses off and leaned forward on her elbows. The plunge in her neckline was so deep I could see the lace of her bra.
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