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[pt 2, continuation from my last story](

My heart was racing when I got to my car. I had strutted out like a boss-ass bitch on the exterior, but inside I was sort of freaking out. I’d never done anything like that. Could I lose my license and company? Was I a whore? Did it even work or were they gonna decline the contract?

I felt shame, but there was another feeling too as I sat in my car. I reached down and my panties were wet. Damn I was turned on. Which made me feel more shame. I was at all times put together and never crossed the line. In fact, when working with male clients, I usually made a point to cover up as much skin as feasible. I’m don’t dress conservatively in my personal life, I love to wear as little as feasible and dress sexy, but I keep that side out of my work.
I’d crossed a line and now I had mixed feelings about it.

But then my phone buzzed and brought me back to reality. I unlocked it and saw a new email from the coach. That was quick, I wasn’t even out of the parking lot yet!

Nervous, I stared at the subject line: “Contract decision.” Direct and to the point. Was it gonna out me for being a slut? Was it an immediate no? Or did my stunt work? I was terrified and excited at the same time.

I opened it up and a rush of relief and joy came over me. It worked. In the email was a short note about accepting our offer, looking forward to working together, and a signed contract.

Suddenly my shame shrank and I felt empowered. My impromptu sluttiness had worked and it started to feel like I’d unlocked a newfound feeling inside me. I was also absurdly horny. I’d just gotten the coach off, but I was left unfulfilled. I decided to drive straight home instead of going in to work.
I pulled into the driveway and nearly ran in the house. [Here’s what I was wearing as I hurried into the house.](

My husband was working from home that day so I marched into the kitchen where he was at the table on a zoom meeting and gave me a half wave. I strutted toward him went to my knees next to his chair, pulled his knees toward me, unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid cock out and into my mouth in a matter of seconds.

Nearly as quickly, he started to get hard as I worked up and down the shaft. He mumbled something, muted his audio and screen and turned fully toward me, giving me better access, while saying “whoa what are you doing?”

My only response was to slurp on his dick with a crazy sense of urgency, stroking and sucking with the sloppiest blow job I could.

While I was sucking him, I pulled my soaked panties off from under my skirt and hiked the skirt up to my waist, letting my ass pop out.

Now that he was rock hard, I was ready to get what I wanted.
I stood up and looked at his happily stunned face. The second time today I’d seen a look like that. I was really starting to enjoy that look and it made that feeling of empowerment even stronger.

I straddled his lap, pulling off my blouse to put my tits on his face. [Here’s the view he had,]( Then I lowered my dripping pussy onto his cock. Slowly taking it in inch by inch. My pussy was aching to get fucked and the feeling of getting filled and stretched nearly made me cum before we’d really even started. Once he was all the way in me, I started grinding on him for a few minutes before slowly rising up and down.

He ripped off my bra and teased my nipples, sending a delightful shock wave through me. With that, I started riding him harder, bouncing up and down on him. He grabbed my hips, and working in rhythm with me, started pulling me down hard on him each time I bounced. It felt incredible and was just what I needed.

Then on one particularly high bounce, I nearly lifted all the way off his dick. He caught me by the waist at the height of it and held me there with just his tip still inside me.

What was probably just a second or two felt like forever. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth, lightly biting it, then with force, slammed me down on his cock, immediately filling me back up. The sensation of going from empty to all the way filled, along with the slight nipple bite sent me over the edge and I came fucking hard. It was like the create up of everything today came out in an explosion of pure bliss. I screamed something unintelligible and ground down on him hard.

Feeling me cum so hard, he started thrusting in to me again. Just picking me up and slamming me down on him while I lost control.

Once the climax fog started to clear, my first coherent wondered was “that fucker didn’t cum and I want control!”

I climbed off of him, spun around and grabbed his knees, spreading them wide. Then backing in between his legs with my ass pointed toward him and him still sitting in the chair, I squatted down and lowered my pussy back to the tip of his cock with my legs close together. Then I looked back over my shoulder and lowered myself onto him again. I grabbed the table in front of me and took back control, slamming myself down on him, bent forward so I was showing him my tiny little asshole that he loves so much.

I rode him like that for a while. My legs close together made me even tighter and I knew I’d get him off soon. But it also made it feel more intense for me and I suddenly realized I might cum again. I picked up the pace and fucked myself on his cock while he leaned back and admired the view. After some time, I’m not sure how long, I felt him begin to thrust upward, meeting me as I pushed down on him. I felt him pick up the pace and tried to match him.
Suddenly he took over again. I felt him grab both cheeks and pull me down on him harder and harder, getting me closer and closer.

Then he spread my ass wider and with one of his big thumbs, pressed against my tight asshole. On the next thrust he pressed it inside of me and I felt another orgasm building as he pressed the whole first knuckle of his thumb inside my ass. Controlling me like my ass was a one hole bowling ball, he pushed and pulled me up and down a few more times, then stood up with his cock and thumb all the way inside me and his other hand supporting me around the waist, he pushed me down onto the kitchen table on my stomach and started fucking me from behind.

His thumb and cock in rhythm fucking my two holes, he started slamming into me with urgency. I felt him begin to tighten up and his thumb went deep into my ass while the rest of his fingers gripped my ass cheek. Using that grip he slammed into my pussy with his cock and I suddenly lost control again. My grip tightened around him as I yelled out “ooooohhhhh fuck agggaaaaain”. Feeling me cumming must have sent him over the edge because he thrusted twice more in jerky, rapid succession and then pressed his body weight against me like he was trying to push his dick as far inside me as feasible.

On that last thrust I felt him spasm and unload deep inside me. His thumb and hand gripping hard in/on my ass. The slight pain from having my ass stretched like that only heightened my orgasm. He slowly thrusted a couple more times as he finished off his load inside me.

He slowly pulled his cock and thumb out of me, leaving me used and completely satisfied bent over the table where we eat breakfast every morning.

Totally sex drunk, I slowly picked myself up off the table and turned toward him. Seeing a few drops of cum at the head of his softening cock, I bent down and took it in my mouth again, sucking it out and cleaning him up like the good little slut I was starting to embrace. When I felt like I’d sufficiently drained anything that was left, I stood up and made sure he saw me swallow it before wrapping my arms around him.

“We got the deal” I said to him.

“Congratulations! We can celebrate like that any time you want” he replied.

NSFW: yes

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