“Bend over,” he said, gently pushing her shoulders down. “I’ll deal with the protection.”
Eleanor did as she was instructed. She glanced back and saw Joseph grinning behind her as he sorted out the condom. They shared eye contact, which was filled with affectionate contentment as well as filthy lust. Joseph’s kind expression transformed into a devilish smirk as he stepped back behind her and rubbed his cock between her thighs, teasing the outside of her wet pussy.
Eleanor rested her hands on the chair, feeling like a naughty girl receiving some sexy punishment. Joseph continued to rub Eleanor’s clit while thrusting his cock between her thighs, making her more and more desperate to take him deep. She gasped, as ribbons of pleasure zipped through her.
“Fuck me, Joseph,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”
“Ah, I love to hear you beg!”
Joseph spanked her ass a couple of times, making her groan and gasp. Then with desperate relief she felt the head of his erection penetrate her pussy. The ecstasy shot up her spine, and she braced herself to be filled by his huge hard-on. Joseph gently pushed himself further inside, still fondling her clit with his masterful fingers.
“Feels so good...” Joseph whispered.
He lightly thrust his hips, slowly easing himself further inside. Eleanor bit her lip, enjoying this discomfort but keen to greet the overwhelming pleasure on the other side. He gripped her hips harder and drew their bodies closer together, still thrusting gently.
“You’re so tight around me,” he said. “So perfect.”
He gently leaned all his weight into Eleanor, almost pushing her off-balance, but she stood firm and tilted her hips backwards to rub herself against him as he entered her deeply. She gasped as the lust swelled in her body. Joseph wrapped his non-clit-rubbing hand around her abdomen, then he started to slowly pound himself into her. She could feel his balls banging against her as he fell into a steady rhythm behind. She gripped the chair firmly as he thrust harder and harder, rubbing her clit in his fingers with the perfect pressure and grunting behind with animalistic joy, speeding them both towards ultimate pleasure.
Eleanor’s orgasm struck deep in her pelvis and she was suddenly encompassed with an overpowering sense that she was a part of the universe. All that existed was blissful ecstasy, exploding into the world as spontaneous cries of, “Yes, yes, oh… god!”
She heard her moans as if they were coming from another part of the galaxy. Joseph thrust even deeper, pushing himself inside her as far as he could and letting out his own loud moan as he came hard. The delight swirled around them, possessing them both and binding them together in bliss.
Eleanor’s mind sloshed with contentment as she slowly glided back to reality. She relaxed her grip on the chair – which she now realised she’d been squeezing hard – then she collapsed at the elbows and rested down on her forearms, hanging her head and coming back to earth. A wave of giggles suddenly swept over her. Joseph laughed too behind her, as he gently grasped her shoulders and helped her to stand up straight.
He kissed her on the side of the face and hugged her from behind, holding her as if they were
one – as they glowed together in their post-orgasmic contentment.
“You’re awesome, sweetheart,” he said. “Utterly perfect.”
He respectfully withdrew, then they made themselves comfy on the carpeted floor of the booth – leaning against the spongy walls. Joseph covered Eleanor with his shirt, before wrapping her up in his arms. He kissed her on the head. “You’re fucking amazing, Ellie, seriously.”
She snuggled into his toned chest, enjoying the peaceful tenderness after all that raw lustful fucking.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, with a chuckle.
“Thanks! Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Reality poured back into her brain with a clatter. “Ohhh, I need to carry on with my story about Pierre. I tried to work on it today, but I couldn’t concentrate.”
“You were thinking about me?”
She laughed. “No!”
They shared a playful glance. He kissed her on the nose. “Liar.”
She fell serious. “But I do need to get that front-page scoop, or I won’t be kept on, and I really want to give this my best shot.”
He squeezed her tenderly. “It’s a shame we’ve both sold out, huh?”
“Things change – it’s the way of life… Oh, that reminds me, I guess I’d better let my other newspaper know I won’t be able to write for them anymore. At least not for a while.”
“Who are they?”
“They’re a local paper in the town I grew up in. They write stories about the community and then get the local homeless people to sell it. I’ve often wondered how many homeless people they’ve helped by giving them the chance to integrate back into society.”
“Sounds great. How’s it funded?”