Werebeasties

“I…” Sam didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that she was lusting over her boss, wanting him as badly as she needed her next breath. She wanted to return the favour. Touch him. Take him. Please him.

She ran her hands over his chest, belly, and further downwards. She noticed his bulging arousal. Sam touched him without his permission. His cock seemed to jump at first touch, begging to be released from its containment. The muscles around his jugular corded. His jaw twitched and a low growl whispered that sounded inhuman.

“Let me see you,” she begged.

David snatched her wrists and held her steady. “Relax, kitten. I’m not finished with you.”

Sam sighed her disappointment as David ripped off the rest of her outfit. Adam was right. David liked to tear her clothes as if he was unwrapping a birthday present he couldn’t wait to see. Especially her panties and stockings. She looked down with dismay. They were such pretty clothes. Now they were nothing but a heap of pink fabric on the floor.

David parted her legs wider. One hand on her pussy, he stroked his fingers along her wet seam.

She flinched. “Mr Strauss…”

“Shh. Relax and tell me how good this feels.”

David found her opening. He pushed a finger inside. Her abundant juices made it easy for him to slip in and out.

Sam moaned. He inserted a second finger. She felt full. Stretched in the most pleasant way. David made a scissoring motion before he curved his fingers upward, feeling her as if he tried to discover her most innermost secret. She fidgeted at first. Her fidgeting turned into thrashing. He hit one particular spot that made her want to come so badly. He seized her in a tight embrace the moment she jerked with frustration. She wound her arms around his neck.

He brushed his lips on hers, whispering, “Come for me, pretty.”

His breath seared her cheek. Her body trembled with her excitement. David had barely petted her a dozen strokes when a hard climax hit her. She came. His name was half-frozen in her throat. Her body stretched out in her pleasure. David found her lips and kissed her as he withdrew his fingers from her sex. He broke the kiss and fumbled with his belt and zipper. Sam wanted to help him disrobe, but he barked a short warning.

“Stay.”

Sam stilled.

David yanked open his pants and shoved down his briefs. His cock sprang free. Before she had a chance to take a good look at it, David had already grabbed her hips and penetrated her.

She screamed his name as the fat crown of his cock speared her opening. She clawed her fingers on his shoulders, not caring if she ruined his expensive designer suit. The pleasure was bey

ond words. He thrust in until his cockhead kissed the mouth of her womb. It stretched her more than his fingers had. It took her a moment to get used to being impaled by a cock his size. David moved. It wasn’t tender, strawberry-and-chocolate sex, although they’d started that way. David fucked like an animal. He pounded her with short, fast strokes that obliterated her mind. Sharp, gut-deep pleasure burst in her depths, engulfing her in a tornado of adulterated rapture.

He lowered his head and plastered his mouth on hers, kissing her hard and greedily, tongue fucking her mouth as savagely as his cock ravaged her pussy. David slammed a dozen more strokes. The pleasure gathered again. She tensed.

Sam tore her mouth from David’s, indulging herself in a scream. The second orgasm hit her hard, tearing her sanity to pieces. David didn’t stop while she was climaxing. He kept battering her with a torrent of vicious fucks until the third orgasm tore through her. For a moment, Sam was oblivious to her surroundings. Three orgasms in a row was the max. She was ready to collapse and sleep for twelve hours straight.

But David hadn’t come. His cock was still hard inside her. Unspent. He had remarkable stamina.

“You didn’t…?” Sam asked. Quite surprised. Usually, it took Jared fifteen seconds to come and then snore his head off.

David only laughed. “You can’t finish me this fast. I love fucking.”

“God.”

He pulled out his cock and lifted her in his strong arms. “Let’s go to your room. I’ll show you I can be tender, too.”

* * * *

Adam found David bright-eyed in his office the next morning. He didn’t need to ask if David had had a good time last night. A huge grin plastered on his friend’s face was evidence enough. Adam felt compelled to ask anyway.

“That good?”

“That good.”

“How does she fare?”

“I spent the night with her.”