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When Cliff called to beg for his job over the answering machine, my cock was splitting her tight ass and pushing sounds out of her I can't begin to describe. She kept demanding that I fuck her ass harder, perhaps punishing herself for her crimes. I gave her everything she asked for.
I fucked her angry, I fucked her gently; I fucked her like a man on his way to the gallows. I squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of her long, lean body, and she kept begging me for more. I think she felt the same way, exhilarated, lustful, and deeply guilty. There is a certain freedom in being damned -- it can't get any worse, so why hold back? We didn't.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoA good story but it makes me uncomfortable. I have never cheated and it makes me wonder so many do and I never have. Never really been tempted.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoThe descriptions & thoughts racing through his head were wonderful. You're a hell of a writer. Keep up the good work.!!
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoThis is a sophisticated short story, well told. I suspect the writer is a pro, slumming amongst us wankers.
