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My beloved one loves sex in the morning…Sometimes I hardly have enough time to get ready for work, like this morning, for example!
He likes doing it in the mornings. We all know that the peak of male sexual activity usually falls on the mornings, but this is special. I’m talking about those jiffs when I rush about the whole house seeking for a cellular phone or fancy, looking at the clocks nervously.
Sometimes it seems that he purposely gets up in the middle of the night in order to throw about my things, and then, sprawling in the chair, see me bustling about the room, hither and thither and every time I swallow this bait!
He is able to dissemble. He pretends to be blind. And when I rummage into the wardrobe searching for some stockings of required color, he turns out to hand me new pack of stockings and asks: “Honey, put it on today” I say: “Thanks” and approach the mirror, where I always do my make up.
As lipstick touches my lips he appears right behind me and gives me a hard piercing look: lipstick’s head sides smoothly from the midst of the upper lips to the lower right corner; it moves firmly as on planned route even with my eyes closed. Then lipstick’s head moves down from the midst of the upper lips to the lower left corner, and finally smoothly rounds my mouth.
I notice his stare in the mirror (ah, it would be a good idea to call the boss and plead a headache). Then he embraces my waist and sets his soft hands on my belly: one lies below another. And the hand, that goes below turns the scale, I’m obviously unable to resist! I feel like half of me lowers down there, near by his palms, and dismiss ideas: my promise to get to the work early, pick Emma up and get her downtown…
He uses fingers to unbutton my jacket, then comes blouse’s turn…finally he reaches my tits with no bra: he notices this fact but stays calm. Now his palms turn to be my bra, they fit my tits like a glove: these 2 warm and sensitive caps.
Well, I’ve already arrived at the utmost perfection in acts like this, I often do it in my office, when I stay alone and, having opened my blouse with my tits yearning to be played with. Yesterday this game took us too far: unable to stand this wonderful feeling in the beaver, which needed immediate tension. I had to lock myself up and use revolving chair, specially fit pursuant to my legs length. Skirt had already been pulled up, its fabric, touching my hips and belly made me feel stranger’s touch. By the way I have to confess that I have some peculiar feature: any touch can excite me more than mine own. That’s why I prefer fondling with any toy that feels soft.
However yesterday I was busy doing it other way. My left forefinger slipped into the panties and appeared between vulvar lips, feeling delicate flesh and warm damp of my pussy. “Oh, my God! I’m leaking!” – I thought. My rhythmical movements caressed my hole up and down, and then I seized my clit with 2 fingers and started flicking it from side to side, alternating with massaging actions of its bottom. My “friend” reacted immediately, itching with voluptuously lust and lewdness. I left him alone for a while and got down to my nipples, rosy and anticipating a sweet game.
That’s all, ladies and gentlemen, I came! Now I have to put my clothes on again, put my desktop in order, open the door and go on working as it is. But this is my outward appearance, but truly I feel as my pussy is leaking the stream of juice which damps my panties, unusual lightness down there, like flying on the sky. My nipples still give signals and keep aching a bit till the evening.
However we’re carried away!
My honey keeps on fondling my nipples peacefully, and I am thinking about whether to take my office suit off, for a bed is close and further scenario is evident. But he’s not in a hurry, searches my body broody, then turns me around and, clasping my, head kisses me. It’s hard to breath; he’s like squeezing me tight purposefully, then lifts me up with his arms and throws into the bed. And now he turns into wild tough beast!
He penetrates into me roughly, with no prelude, but it’s really OK, for my beaver is already wet and willing for lust. He starts from strong thrusts, then slowly changes over to rhythmical movements; I don’t really know how deep he’s going to penetrate. I ask him to start my favorite game, he grips and begins to dance (yes, I call it “dance”). He rotates his hips as describing a large circle into my hole, sometimes cock’s head stops on some spot and starts ramming my vaginal wall furiously. I can’t stand it for a long time and plead for mercy. After it he generously helps me place my legs on his shoulders and now we concatenate tight: he can’t escape my legs and we start our races with eyes fixed on each other. My hands stroke his shoulders, scratching them from time to time, and then I shout: “Take me! Take me all!”
But he manages to turn me around on the table, facing downwards and whispers: “Well, sweety! Hold on!”
I know this phrase very well. My lover got his gage up and I should be very humble and obedient. My legs give way, body is sweaty, - I moan and ask him not to stop. He places his chest on my back and now we move rhythmically in time. His hand finds my clit and flicks it slowly…oooo….yeeeeeeeeeee…oh, my God! Then he rises and gives me some strong violent thrusts: “Take it!!! You want it? This is what you’ve been waiting for!” However I don’t hear his words as long as now, I’m somewhere on the clouds, my vagina quakes longing for continuation; my pussy leaks, my legs tremble.
He comes out of me and looks at me, creeping in passion on the table. After that ha sits on the chair in front of my fanny and start drinking my juices. I feel a new wave of passion, it covers me entirely, and, to my surprise, it turns into the series of orgasms, moreover his sucking makes me feel dome vacuum, like he’s absorbing my interior and swallow it. By the way, I like this permanent cum much more than that of before, first, strong and jerky. It feels like I swim in warm waves of some divine river.
Having swallowed everything I leaked he adjusts my skirt and comments as calm as you please:
- Well, honey, you have to go to the work!
- What about you? – I ask, seeing his balls swell and cock erect
- Don’t worry! I’ll see later at lunch, we’ll work something out. I know some place where we can stay alone.
- All right! – I reply looking at his erect dick: - Will it be able to wait for me?
I rush out, no time to take my car from a garage, I hail a taxi: a driver gives me a somewhat searching look. We tear along the highway, leaving roadside trees behind; sun shines brightly and soon I come around.
I hardly manage to get into the lift: there are lots of colleagues of mine on the next floor, they are milling around the hall and some of them ask me: “You look so nice today! What’s up?” I smile sphinxily and look at my watch. There are 2 hours left till the lunch break.

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One Response to “Day’s work morning”

1. Russel Says:
   July 12th, 2007 at 12:59 pm

   I have always had a hard-on in mornings, this is a common thing that happens to all men. Like that guy from the story i also love having sex when i wake up: it’s something special!

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