Until now. Now I can feel his raging errection straining against his suit pants. I can see the longing in his eyes, feel the lust dancing in the air around us. Why doesn't Mike get this hard for me anymore?
"I'm going to fuck you here and now and you're going to love it." His free hand makes quick work of ripping the l from my still steaming body whilst the hand that holds me in place moves from the small of my back to cupping my left ass cheek. My mind is whirling as I try to keep reminding myself just how wrong this is. My family will be here soon and Mr Klay is young enough to be one of them! Yet as his fingers rub circles on my clit I can't find the willpower to say no so instead I stand rigid, Feeling myself grow moist around his skilled fingers. "See I knew you wanted me Mrs F." He smiles as he brings his fingers, wet with my juices, to his face and takes a deep breath. "They smell just like those sexy little panties. Smell yourself." He thrusts the fingers under my nose and I although I try I can't stop my breath fast enough to stop the aroma of my wetness from filling my nose. "Tell me Mrs F, so you want me to fuck you?" I hesitate for a moment, torn between knowing what is right and wanting to feel good. If my family where to walk in now I would be the first thing they saw, naked, humiliated and dripping wet. How could I put them through that? Then again if I say no will he listen? Or will he just take what he wants anyway? Turning to him I look him dead in the eye and give him my answer.
"Fine." I spit. I won't let him have the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable so I bite back the tears as he takes a handful of my hair and pushes my face into the wall.
His bulging cock is throbbing through is tightening suit pants as he pushes his wait against me pinning me against the wall. I can tell he is bigger than Mike, longer, thicker.
"I want to fuck you like a slut then I wanna make love to you like your husband never would." He smiles, sending shivers down my spine. I don't want him to fuck me much less make love to me but I won't cry, I won't let him get his sick kicks from me! So I don't struggle as he rips the towel from between us and I hold back my whimpers as I hear his zipper being pulled. His raging hard on flops out and rests between my ass cheeks.
"Does that feel good? Tell me Mrs F, do you like it?"
My cheeks burn red with humiliation as I try to keep the shame from my voice as I reply.
"Yes. Yes Mr Klay it feel very good."
He grunts and suddenly he is no longer against me. Grabbing my wrist he pulls, spinning me around to face him then he is on me again so fast he knocks the air out of me.
"Don't act like you haven't been thinking about it. I've seen you checking me out when you're husband isn't looking!" He uses one hand to keep both my arms above my head, the other he uses to line his erection up with my opening.
"Smile for me!" He laughs as he begins to thrust, pushing bulging head into me in one swift movement.
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