RisqueWritings

(My boyfriend is recovering from a hernia surgery, so, sexual situations are, well, a bit different these days..... My day job is 5 minutes from home... So, that's where I normally end up for lunch.)

Tuna sandwich=check
Mouthful of cum=check
Drowning out the sounds of Maury in the background while I suck my boyfriend off and get myself off at the same time=you betcha!

The carpet imprint on my left knee will probably be visible for a few days, but well worth the price of admission. After being completely sexually frustrated this morning due to lack of time, I knew I would have to have a lunch hour to calm my nerves... When I arrived home, the house was empty. His truck was gone. I walked upstairs and opened the bottom drawer to my dresser eyeing over the numerous Ziploc bags of sterilized sex toys. How hot would it be to be caught masturbating by my boyfriend? That's what I thought....HOT. No sooner had I scanned over my inventory did I hear his truck pull up. Not enough time to get naked, an orgasm in and ready for him... I closed the drawer and went downstairs to prepare a sandwich instead.

We ate together over a nice romantic Maury. Topic of the day? 13 year old girls wanting to get pregnant of course. I could hardly stomach my sandwich. After I finished eating, I cleared my plate and went upstairs to look for something (cat issues), he knew I would also be masturbating so he kept saying how weird it was that he was down there and I upstairs... My sweater was off and my pants were unbuttoned as I rejoined him back downstairs. He had asked how he could help and I was sure to let him know that he could talk dirty to me... that always helps as I kneeled beside him on the couch to kiss him.

Sliding his fingers down my pants... started to play with my clit and I do believe I was shaking. I got up and closed the blinds to the sliding glass door and slid off my pants, panties and shoes as he undid his board shorts. Mmmm caulk. I seriously am infatuated with his cock. I can't explain it. If you don't believe me... ask him. The look in my eyes.. the drool on my lips. Gah!

I slide my pointed tongue over his head and am rewarded with an intense amount of precum. Salty sweet. My favorite. I love that he leaks for me. As I slide my left knee to the floor, my right leg is still up on the couch... I start flicking my clit very vigorously as I'm taking as much as I possibly can of him in my mouth without using any hands (don't want to pull on the skin and hurt him). He grasps the sides of my head with his hands clenching hair and forcing me down quicker and quicker.... entire cock covered in my saliva now as I'm trying to concentrate on my breathing... Further and further he slams me down as I gag a few times.. the sweet taste of acid infused saliva in my mouth is soon met with a mouthful of cum. I take it all. Doing my best to clean him up afterwards I'm still determined to cum.

See, I suck at 69 because I can't concentrate on cumming myself due to how into giving him head, so, there was no way I could completely get off at the same time, but damn was I wet.... With this I zeroed in on the nerves in my clit and kept slowly swirling the head of his cock in my mouth while he urged me to cum. Much harder then normal with the sounds of Bleeping Teenagers in the background. I just kept concentrating on his voice.. the way his thick head felt in my mouth and how he was getting harder with each moment. Soon I too came. Legs shaking. Clit swollen and tender. Finally able to release the days anxiety.

Makes going back to work worth it... what did you have for lunch?

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-Risque aka Kris