Resignation Sex II

Dave's smile widened. 

He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. 

The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows. 

Dave turned to Clara; his hands moved slowly to her waist, tracing her pant lines with his fingers. 

Grip.

He pulled her close, her scent filling his nostrils. His lips brushed her neck. Soft at first. Then a nip. 

"Ahh!" She gasped, her fingers gripping his shirt.

He kissed her jaw slowly, and his tongue flicked out. Tasted her skin-chocolate and jasmine. His hands slid up her back, and he unzipped the skirt inch by inch. The fabrics whispered down her legs. Pooled at her feet. 

Clara stepped out. In just her blouse and panties-black lace. Dave stopped; he stepped back slowly and looked her over. His eyes lingered on her thighs, soft and plump under the lace.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Clara's cheeks warmed. She unbuttoned her blouse, slowly. One pop at a time, exposing more skin. 

Her bra cupped her breasts; nipples hardened under his gaze. 

She could feel him peering deep into her skin. Dave watched every move with ragged intensity; his cock stirred in his pants.

His bulge grew. 

She shrugged the blouse off slowly, her shoulders bare. Dave couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer; he reached out. His thumb circled a nipple through the lace. 

She arched. "Oh..." A small moan escaped.

Dave pulled her to the couch. The leather felt cool against her skin; he spread her legs widely, kneeling in between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees, balancing himself on the floor.

Clara's panties were damp already. He hooked his fingers in the waistband. Tugged it down, inch by inch. 

Clara shuddered.

Her sex hair was trimmed neat, and her pussy lips were pink and slick. He breathed warm air over her. 

"Owe, Dave!" She shivered. Her toes curled in her heels.

His mouth hovered, close. Extremely close. Then his tongue touched.

"Slush," a light lick along the slit. She bucked. 

Her hands glued to his hair, he licked again. Slower. 

Tasting her wetness-salty sweet. Circling her clit in tiny flicks.

Her breaths came short, hips rolling rhythmically. He sucked gently, pulling the nub in. His teeth grazed her skin gently. 

A surge of pleasures built in Clara, coiling tight in her belly.

Clara whispered his name again.

"Dave, please." Her legs trembled; she wanted more, and he understood. He slid a finger in her wet walls; her pussy clenched. 

Dave began to pump slowly in and out; he added a second finger, stretching her. 

Clara's pussy queefed loudly, making the sound that her mouth dares not to. He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing in circles. 

She panted, her body tensed. Her waves crashed, and her cum gushed on his hand. He licked up every liquid, smacking his lips as he relished the taste of her cum. This sight did nothing but arouse Clara more.

No wonder women were always at his beck and call.

Dave stood up, wiping his mouth. He unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking like the sound of a bell.

His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his thick, hard, and veiny cock, about 9 inches long. His head, shiny with pre-cum. 

Clara swallowed hard. Hungry. She grabbed his cock softly, her hands wrapped around his hot skin. She began to stroke his rod. Up and down. Slow.

"Hmm, yes!" He groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as waves built in him.

Dave pushed her back on the couch and placed her legs over his shoulders. The scent of her sex hit him, driving him nuts as he nudged her entrance. Wet and ready. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Filling her. 

Tight heat gripped him. "Daveeee" She moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the office space. She dug her nails into his arms.

"Deeper," she pleaded. He paused. 

Then he buried deep into her cunt; his balls slapped hard against her ass.

He spanked her.

"Take it in, slut!" He gritted his teeth.

"Yes boss, yes!!" Clara moaned, pinning her legs to his back, gaining him more entrance.

Then Dave thrust fast and deep into her cunt, moving up and down and hitting every corner of her walls. 

"Yes, bosssss," Clara drawled, saliva dripping from her mouth, and she shut her eyes in ecstasy. Dave pulled out almost all, then slid back with full force.

"Hmm, yes!" Clara cried out,

Sweat beaded on his forehead; they dropped effortlessly on her chest. She licked it off his neck. 

Salty.

He lay on her completely; his mouth found her left nipple as he nibbled on it while ramming her cunt. His pace quickened. Her pussy fluttered.

"Drip for me, whore!" He grunted. 

His hands gripped her hips. Their skins slapped against each other as wet sounds filled the room.

Clara chased her second orgasm; her tits bounced with each push. He moved to the right nipple and sucked hard. Bit light. 

"Yes! I'm your slut; fuck me harder." She cried out. Convulsing beneath him again. Her walls milked him. Tight squeezes. His thrust became erratic.

"Fuck you." Cane groaned low, shooting his seeds right inside her in hot spurts. Filling her. 

His cum leaked out as he slowed.

They breathed heavily. He stayed still for a while before he pulled out. His cum dripped on her thighs and on the leather. 

Clara lay there, body limp. Sated. 

Being used by her boss in this way didn't really feel bad; it felt good, and she enjoyed every bit of it.

Story 3.

Mike's POV 

"Hey! Mike, are you good?" Ezekiel called out, running towards me with a bottle of water.

"Yeah, man. I'm good." I raised my voice so he could hear. 

The sun dipped low over the empty field, stretching shadows across the dusty earth as Ezekiel and I geared up for tournament practice. 

Days away from the big event, and we were doing all we could in order to nail our routine.

He reached the garage in split seconds, passing me the water.

"Thanks man." I patted him as he headed to finish up with the brakes in his bike.

"Are the brakes good now?" I asked.

"Yes, it's almost done. He answered, squinting his eyes as he bolted the last screw.

I wiped the grease off my hands with an old rag, stealing another glance at Ezekiel. He was bent over his bike, muscles shifting under that tight black tee, his broad shoulders looking even wider in the dim garage light. 

God, he was gorgeous-tall, tight jaw, and with that face that could make anyone weak. Girls lined up just to say "Hi" to him but apparently he's too focused on being a biker.

 We used to be so close. Now everything felt like tournament prep and nothing else.

"You know," I said quietly, stepping closer, "we used to do this shit together all the time. Just you and me, before the club got so damn competitive."

Ezekiel straightened up slowly, towering over me. A smirk pulled at his lips as he looked down. "Yeah? You miss those days, shortstack?"

My cheeks heated instantly. I hated how that nickname made my stomach flip, especially tonight. The urge was stronger. 

I pretended to check the spark plug he was working on, but really I just wanted to be near him.

"Don't call me that," I muttered, though my voice came out softer than I meant. "And yeah... maybe I do. Things felt simpler back then. Safer too."

He turned fully toward me, wiping his hands on a rag. His deep voice dropped, rough around the edges. "Safer, huh?" Those intense eyes locked onto mine. "You still feel that way when I'm around?"

I swallowed hard, looking up at him. Even at 5'2", I never felt small in a bad way when he was this close.

 I nodded slowly. "Always. Doesn't matter how tall or scary you look... when you're next to me, I just... breathe easier."

"You know, this sport can be filled with violence and aggressiveness most of the time, but you've always had my back," I said slowly. "Hey! Don't you dare blush," I added quickly.

Ezekiel let out a low chuckle and stepped right into my space until our bodies were almost touching. The heat coming off his broad chest made my pulse race. 

"Good. 'Cause I like knowing that." His gaze traced my face, lingering on my lips. "You've been looking at me differently lately, Mike. Like you're waiting for something."

My breath caught. I didn't move away. I couldn't. Not because I was stuck but because his scent smelled sweet and I wanted to inhale more of him. 

"Maybe I... I think I want something," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. 

"We've been so busy with this tournament... barely had time to just... be close like before."

His large hand came up, gripping my shoulder gently, his thumb brushing the side of my neck. The touch sent a shiver through me.

 "Then let's make time tonight. The tournament can wait a few hours." His voice grew darker, hungrier.

 "Tell me what you really want right now, Mike. No bullshit." His dark eyes were so serious, patiently waiting for my wish.

"This!" I pointed at the tandem bike close to us. Let's have some fun, it's been so long Ezekiel. I sounded excited like a kid about to ride merry go round.

"Hey, let's shake off the rust before we rev up," I said, grinning as I nodded at the old tandem bike leaning against the fence. It was this dusty throwback from some team thing, but it looked rideable.

 "For kicks. I'll lead from the front-bet I can smoke you. Alternative thigh exercises, you grab?"

He laughed, that deep rumble hitting me low in the gut. 

"Deal, shortstack." 

I rolled my eyes like a girl.

We hopped on, me up front in the lead seat, my smaller build slotting in easily. 

Ezekiel settled behind, his long legs caging mine, thighs brushing close as he grabbed the back bars. The start was clumsy, us chuckling through the wobbles, but we synced up quickly, pedals pumping together.

Our backs were slightly arched and our hips hinged up just like professionals.

At first I felt a slight touch on my balls, might be the air. I thought.

Then I felt it again.

The nearness slammed into me first-his chest hovering near my back, our body heat blending with the warm air. 

"You free styling, it feels nice huh?" I giggled.

He chuckled too.

But then I felt it: a subtle shift, and something hard nudged against my ass with each push of the pedals. 

I hitched. I felt Ezekiel's cock, stirring to life right there, pressing through his silk shorts. I didn't move away. 

Heat flooded my face, and I arched my back more, making the rub more direct. It was electric, his hips rolling forward in rhythm, and that bulge growing firm and insistent.

We didn't say a word. Just our breaths getting rougher, and the chain squeaking under the strain. We both struggled to control ourselves.

My heart raced-what were we doing? Friends like us? But I couldn't stop, leaning into the grind, feeling him throb against me.

 Every bump in the ground sent a jolt through us both, his erection straining full now, hot and unyielding. I started to imagine the damp spot forming, his pre-cum leaking as he fought to keep control. My own dick twitched in response, arousal coiling tight in my belly.

Deep down in me, I knew the day wasn't going to end like this- there was more to come. More to enjoy.