Third Shift Booty Call

"Go on...touch it. It's got your name on it...you know you want to.", I invited, tossing a randy leer of persuasion Mariana's way. "Damn it, Den. If Dr. Beechewood catches us in here, we're both gonna get fired.", she replied, glancing nervously around the room. She ran her fingers through her short black hair adding, "But you know how much this turns me on." "Yep, I sure do...and that's exactly why fucking you in his office is so much fun.", I proposed fighting back the urge to laugh at our antics. We'd tried the warehouse and restrooms more times than I could count. She'd given me a blowjob in the backseat of my car in the parking lot on our busy industrial boulevard. I'd even munched on her couscous on the kitchen counter in the break room, but Dr. Beechewood's office was by far our favorite place to fool around in. I stuck my hands inside the front of her lab coat resting them on her curvy hips momentarily before sliding them behind her short khaki skirt. I helped myself to handfuls of her irresistibly tight apple-ass. I loved the way her meaty clefts felt in my mitts. Mariana pulled away and took a few steps back stumbling into the desk behind her. She plopped her rump down on the top of the smooth surface... just like she'd done so many nights over the last year. But tonight was special. It was my second most favorite night of the week. Tonight was Wednesday night and that could mean only one thing. It was Phanta-Fun night and this was all part of a role-play game for us. I'd heard this exact same spiel enough times to know the script by heart. She was psyching herself up...getting in the mood...getting hot and bothered. The prior morning, she'd sent me a saucy text with a few indecent details. Sometimes she would be a school teacher and I, her apt pupil. Once she played the mad scientist and I her monster run amuk-gonna-fuck. This time she wanted to be tricked and led astray by a swinging dick bad boy. First, she wanted to flirt and be pursued. Playing the part of the rascalian...the big bad wolf, I took an equal number of steps towards her. Next I would seduce her. You know, woo her out of her underpants. As coquettish as Mariana was, parting her legs would be easier than splitting an oven fresh buttermilk biscuit. So I chided her on, "C'mon, sugar-britches. Gimme a lil' of that good-good you got there. You make my mouth water just thinking about your phine ass." Mariana blushed from her neck to her buoyant bosom. Her wide eyed scan of my bulging junk revealed the truth. She was just as interested in getting her swerve on as I was. "I shouldn't be in here. You're gonna get us in so much trouble, tee-hee.", she replied sheepishly, playfully embracing her role as that of the reluctant, afraid to get caught seductee. She let her lab coat fall away then pressed her palm firmly against my stomach and pushed back with only her fingertips. "What are you going to do to me? Is it going to hurt?", she asked as if she didn't already know the inevitable outcome. Now, I'd never dream of harming a single hair on Mariana's pretty little head, but I'd stretch her honeypot out with my big black cock every chance she gave me...game night or otherwise. So I played along. "Que bonita. (( How beautiful)), I want to...no, Mariana. I need to...I need to feel you from the inside.", I flirtatiously continued, tempting and enticing. "Trouble, trouble, trouble. Que lastima. ((What a pity))", she murmured under her breath, yet still her gaze remained fixed on my package. Her lithe fingers fell on top of the growing erection inside of my pants. She cupped my balls as I tossed my lab coat onto a nearby armchair. I pushed her legs apart at her bare kneecaps. Several silver button snaps on the lower front of her skirt popped open as I leaned in to plant a tender kiss on the side of her neck. Passionately, I would charm and romance my kitten. I adoringly placed my lips against her skin where I could feel the rhythm of her beating pulse. I bit her earlobe tenderly and whispered, "Shhhhh, Mariana...we both know...you ARE trouble, baby. The kind of trouble that I'd sop up with a biscuit. Besides, Bitchwood won't be in for hours." I mopped the inside of her ear with my tongue, savoring the salty taste of her pheromone laced perspiration. A layer of tiny goosebumps blanketed her already flush neck and exposed cleavage.

Standing intimately within her personal space, I could hear her swallow hard and gulp down a pocket of air. A sex fueled breath of moist exhalation pelted my left cheek. A gasping mew slipped past her soft lips and into my ear. Nervous hands fumbled clumsily with my zipper. Yet still, this was all just a front, a performance. Mariana would have been more at home on a Hollywood AVA red carpet runway than she was in a veterinary diagnostics lab reading STKS scatter graphs. I mean, it was all an act for this nymphet. CBC might as well stand for Creamy Butt Crack. "You're so naughty. I think I'm in love.", she cooed as her right hand disappeared into the opening of my jeans. At the same time I slid my hands around her curvy hips and moved in for a real kiss. My tongue entered her welcoming mouth. Like a tidal wave, our oral fluids surged and washed over our palates. She tasted like freshly squeezed tangerines. She returned my kiss with equal enthusiasm and took hold of my shaft, gripping it tightly revealing her lecherous longing. In return, I groped her 34B cup breasts with my left hand through her thin cotton blouse. Even with the thick padded bra she wore, her nipples stuck out like brass thimbles. "Mmm, that feels nice.", she sighed into the stillness of our hedonistic hiding place. I pulled her forward to the edge of Dr. Beechewood's desk. "Tell me, Mariana...what feels best? My cock in your hand or me holding your tits.", I mocked as my free hand ambled down her front to explore the treasure hidden beneath her skirt. This was my favorite part of our game. Some nights Mariana wore panties, but most nights she didn't. It was on the nights she bothered to wear squirrel covers that she was at her kinkiest. There was only one way to find out if I'd be ripping her panties off her fine ass and fucking her animalistically or just going for a nice slip and slide inside her oh-so sweet, wet pussy. My hand moved up and over the surface of her smooth inner thigh in anticipation. Mariana stroked my tool quickly. "Mmm, I like it all... you know that, Papi.", she said with a coy glint flickering in her raven black eyes, "Especially the taste of your hot cum in my mouth.", she concluded, licking her lips from corner to corner. She dismissed her character. All facades eroded and set aside, showing her true nature. That of a frisky minx ready to get her lining rubbed raw by a thick hard black cock.

When I reached the stretchy band of her cotton panties, a wide smile swept across my face. She bit down on her plump bottom lip. Her nostrils flared. We both knew what kind of night we had to look forward to. I gave a slight tug to the edge of her crotch so I could guide my thumb beneath the gusset of her underwear. It crept over coarse bristles of pubic hair. Something I always liked about Mariana was how receptive her body was to my touch. No sooner than I'd rested my digit on her clit then it started to pulsate as if it had a heartbeat all of its own. I rolled my fingers up and over her pearl, pressing in a tight circular motion through her curly bush. She purred as I knead and massaged the inside of her left thigh. "Mmm, yes.", she moaned in a gravelly whisky voice and jerked my bloated tool. It grew and throbbed in her mitt. Pre-cum leaked from my bullhead and trickled over her knuckles in a thin tacky string. Mariana's nipples pressed against her blouse demanding to be set free. She unfastened the top two buttons exposing more of her cleavage. "Oooh, you make me so fuckin' wet, Den.", she exclaimed. Now, I'll be the first to admit that when I first met Mariana, I didn't trust the shady bitch at all. She'd just as soon slap your face as she would curse you out in Spanish. She could be a scandalous, lying wench when she wanted to be. Which incidentally was most of the time. However, one thing I'd never be able to accuse her of was hiding the fact that she was a nymphomaniac. Sure as fuck, she wasn't lying one bit about what she was feeling between her already shaking legs or to be precise, what she wanted inside her creamy wet pussy. Her undies were soaked at the crotch and her thatch of tangled pubic hair was coated in a thick layer of her vaginal butter. Mariana was sopping wet and ready to fuck. "Well  Mariana, if you liked that...then you're gonna love this.", I declared, capped with a sly smile. I lifted the hem of her skirt, dropped to my knees on the office floor and buried my face between her thighs. She lay back on the cool matte lacquer desktop letting her head dangle over the back edge. Mariana was 5'5", maybe 5'7" in heels and weighed an even 140lbs. Her tanned completion gave credit to her Spanish descent. I dwarfed her at 6'2", but when she lay on her back it all worked out. I seized the elastic band of her panties and pulled it to one side. Her swollen peach protruded from the exposed pocket. Her pussy was like a flower in bloom. Her labia, the petals of a rare orchid opening, closing...pleading for water. Her entire swollen vulva sought to hold a conversation and had plenty to say. She unbuckled and wiggled her way free from her ankle strapped heels right as the first lash of my tongue painted her undulating outer labia. The shoes made a loud, hollow, [Kla-Thunk] noise hitting the faux wood floor. Our hearts pounded, adrenaline coursed through our veins. We were sure the sound resonated through the floor and into the lab below us. The lab where Janice, Chloe and Jeff were hard at work opening sample packages and getting them ready for Mariana and I to test. We both stared at the door...half expecting it to open...almost wanting it to open. We listened for the others on our shift to make their way up the single flight of stairs and down the hall. We were a pretty tight knit group and had all hung out together a few times, but this was different. Besides, there were rumors floating around about Mariana and I already...tight circle or not. We had to be sure no one heard us. That no one knew we weren't at our work stations, but rather instead about to bump uglies. We were about to get our grind on by the dimly lit office lighting unbeknownst to any one but ourselves.

Mariana mindfully listened for the slightest sound on the other side of the door. I was torn between the effervescent scent of honeysuckle rising from between her legs, and who might be sneaking up on us. In all honesty, I didn't give two flying monkey shits, considering the late night hours. Not to mention the way Bitchwood, as I called him behind his back, spoke to all of us employees. At least twice a week I wanted to quit. I wanted to tell him to go suck a sack of dicks, but the pay was good...damn good. Plus I wasn't ready to give up my third shift booty call just yet. As for Mariana, yes she was turned on by the thought of getting caught as she had been several times by numerous employers over the years. Her degree and certification was her get out of jail free card. She could literally get a job the next day if she wanted to. So why the game of hide-and-seek? Was it because she was a nymphomaniac? Was she an agoraphile? Was it just because she could? I'd like to believe it was the latter. Anyway, there we were about to wave our freak flags when we heard it. [creak] At first, only Mariana heard it. It was faint and distant, but loud enough for her to notice. "Shhh.", she whispered. I'd learned to take her hearing with a grain of salt as well as playing along with her ongoing fetish fueled games. When she slipped off her gym shoes in exchange for the stilettos she kept in her locker, I knew it was game on before we even entered Bitchwood's office. I slurped her dark pussy lips into my mouth and slowly probed her cup cake with my index finger. I'd discovered purely by dumb luck where Dr. Beechewood hid his office key long ago. The door was locked from the inside and we each had an excuse prepared if any one came looking for us. I would be in the warehouse looking for something and Mariana would be in any of the four bathrooms in the facility. So when she shushed me I only ate her pussy all the more ravenously. She drew one knee into her abdomen and clutched the back of my head drawing my face deeper into her heated box. I heard her toes crack and pop as she groused. Then I heard it. A definite, [CREAK], coming from down the hall. I lifted my head right as Mariana placed two fingers over my lips. She motioned her head side to side in a gesture for me to remain silent and refrain from eating her pussy. Then came the loud trudging boot stomps of what had to be Jeff delivering a load of samples to the testing area. He had to pass by the door to our hiding place to get to the hematology and microscope rooms where we belonged. Mariana sat up with apprehensive, alert eyes. I looked at her heaving chest. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. Jeff didn't stop or say a word, but instead dropped off the samples and bounced back downstairs loud enough for us to hear him descend the long flight of steps.

I removed Mariana's fingers from my lips and kissed her fingertips lightly. She shook her head emphatically, "No." Not exactly ready to continue our risqué recreation. "Wait, what if he comes back?", she whispered in a warbly voice. I thought to myself, {She's fit to bust...but if she wants a little cajoling she's come to the right man.}. "Let 'em. We'll give him something to talk about.", I answered, lifting her by her thighs and rolling her onto her back. Having clear access to her hungry snapper, I pulled her panties to the side once more and gave her pussy a wide lick from her asshole to her clit. Her palms slammed down hard on the desktop, [WHAM!!], with enough force to echo in the room. Mariana's legs skied down the center of my back as I knelt and resumed pleasuring her orally. I listened to the crisp cracking sounds her toes made as they scrunched and flexed on my back. I looked up from my midnight snack to relay, "Got your attention now, don't I...let's keep it that way." I teased the bottom of her clit with the tip of my tongue and ran steady circles around her bead with my middle finger. The sensitive pink folds of wrinkled skin surrounding it retreated to the sides. I sucked her inner labia into my mouth as I beat a rhythmic serenade on her bean. "Ohhhh, chinga, chinga, chinga. ((fuck, fuck, fuck)). Mother fucker, you got it!! Ohhh, you got it!!", she cried out loudly before slapping her palm to her mouth in a futile attempt to hide the mounting tension stirring within her pleasure palace. I stepped my game up inserting the fingers of my free hand into her dark gold mine. Her floodgates had opened. Vaginal fluid flowed freely, coating my fingers and Mariana's hairy pussy with her milk. What little I didn't consume spilled from her peach and spread out over the desktop or was soaked up by her undies. I rose from my feast to undo my belt and remove my pant's. They fell to the floor where I stepped from them. I sent them flying behind me with a single mule kick and busied myself with removing Mariana's skirt. "We'll give them ALL something to talk about.", I said, stroking my nine inch cock in front of her. At this point, she'd been consumed by the fire between her legs regardless of her previous guarded disposition. Completely dismissing any remaining inhibitions she offered herself to me. "Oooohh, yes, baby. Take me...fuck me like the slut I am.", she bid laying back down on the desktop and spreading her legs. The crotch of her lavender cotton panties was soaked with pussy juice. I took hold of Mariana's panties by the gusset. The first couple of times we played our ribald games, I actually asked for her permission. By the fifth fuck...all consideration had been abandoned. In one mighty motion, I ripped them free from her soon to be ravished derriere. [SSHHEERRIIPP!!]

Mariana's torn undies made a dull splat sound when I tossed the shredded garment on the floor and hoisted her onto the center of the desk by her inner thighs. One bare foot planted squarely on the wooden surface while her other leg found comfort suspended in the crook of my arm. I stood, lifting Mariana's heel and letting her foot rest against my muscular chest. Her flesh tone colored pedis gave off an enticing vanilla bean fragrance. Her heel melted in my palm. I inspected the curve of her velvety soft foot and wrinkled sole as I held this single appendage. I thought to myself, {Why not, D?}. I raised her perspiration laden left foot to my face. Even in the waning light of the room, I could clearly see the dark pink pads of her feet. Mariana sat up, supporting herself on either side with extended arms. She watched the doorknob, as if expecting it to turn. When it didn't, her attention returned to my randy inclinations. I placed my nose in the crevice of her curled toes. I suppose we all have secrets. Although our sexual exploits held very few limitations and ranged from anal beads to autoerotic asphyxiation. She'd worn handcuffs while I spanked her with a riding crop. We'd sampled damn near every sensual erotic and kinky fuckin' thing you could think of together at work and otherwise. I had even surprised her at home with a blanket of rose petals for her red satin sheets. Yet this part of me, I'd never shared with Mariana before. I took a long pause to breathe her in. I found satisfaction in this primitive act. I inhaled deeply, entirely enjoying her bouquet, her tantalizing aroma. She anxiously watched me peel back the curtain revealing yet another erogenous layer to explore in our never ending sexual exploits. "Mira, que sucio! ((Look, how nasty!)) Aren't you just full of surprises?!? You kinky motherfucker. You hid this from me all this time...I think I like it.", she said, like she'd had a moment of inspiration and let her shoulders rest on the desktop . "And to think...I thought licking your armpit or that bukkaki blast you painted my face with last week was as good as it got.", she added, smirking as her second and third toes disappeared into my hungry mouth. I licked the underside of Mariana's toes from side to side as if I were sanding them. I felt the raised ridges of each as my tongue scoured over them. I found myself infatuated with her digits. I gave each equal attention rolling my tongue over, under and between them. I offered a long lick from her rosey heel to the ball of her foot. Still planted contentedly on her back, she took advantage of the moment to wriggle her toes and rub them on my face. Between the appealing scent of her vanilla bean body lotion and the salty sweet taste of her spirit coated pedis, I lost all self control. I even tried to place the entire front half of her foot into my mouth as I stroked my cock with my free hand. I felt a stream of more warm pre-cum ooze from the tip of my dick and pour over my knuckles like tree sap. Not to be selfish, I smacked Mariana's gaping vulva with the tip of my bat. She flinched when my golf ball sized bullhead bounced off her quivering clit. With my helmet pressed snuggly against her smooth inner labia, they separated. My shaft glided effortlessly inside of her syrupy peach.   

My rod travelled half the length of Mariana's flaming pit. She moaned and rocked, swivelling her hips to meet the incoming thrust of my lance. I still held her left ankle securely while I ruttishly washed her foot clean. She wrapped her right leg around my trunk, anchoring herself to my lower back. I released her foot and she immediately threw the other leg around my waist. The rest of my nine inch beast explored her pussy. She kegeled and tightened the vise her legs and thighs held me by. To my delight, I was locked inside her sugar halls. I felt my bullhead rub against her cervix, so did she. Her eyes and mouth sprung open. Reflexively she clinched and tightened her grip. "Oh my God, Den. You're so deep...Mmm, don't stop, Papi.", she howled, sliding herself back and forth on my horn. I had no intention of letting up and pumped her pussy with purpose. I withdrew my pole halfway then penetrated her box several more times ending each stroke with an intense token of fervor, [THUUMMPHH]. Mariana's rump jiggled and shifted backwards with each crashing impact. She threw her arms around my neck. Seated on the edge of the desk she held on. "Si, that's it Papi...that's it. Pound my pussy. Make it yours.", she bid and I acquiesced to her demand...to her itch. Her oven was hot and getting hotter with each deep dick plunge into her pool. I hit the bottom of her well repeatedly. She removed an arm from my neck to clasp her hand over her mouth once again. I could hear a gritty rattle of excitement rising in her voice despite her best efforts to subdue it. Her eyes float in orgasmic delirium. Her whole body shook.  She melted into the desktop with my 225lb frame pressed against her. I cupped a firm breast, massaged and squeezed it then placed my palm lightly over her throat. It was dewy with tepid sweat and reverberated with a trilling vibration. Mariana's chest rose and fell beneath my touch. My hand drifted over her heart and came to rest atop a bright green oversized button on her beige blouse. A button that was one of the last three standing between my touch and her tits. I withdrew my cock. We locked eyes and conversed in silence. In their reflection, her deep onyx orbs embraced my wanton pursuit. She gave consent from behind blanketed lips. I ripped open her blouse. The first pair of buttons went flying to the floor. Hopefully in secret, never to be seen by anyone except the morning cleaning crew. For the last button, for that interrupting latch, I took my time to inhale her perfumed breast...right before I cleaved it from cloth with my teeth. I spit the button across the room and peppered Mariana's navel and stomach with kisses. She closed her eyes and bit down all the harder upon her hand. Her thick eyebrows sloped south at 5 and 7. Deep furrows stretched across her forehead. The corners of her eyes pressed together in aroused tension. Mariana's legs surfed the sides of my legs. Up and down my thighs, finding their favorite comfortable spot to latch back onto. The hook on the front of her bra was undone with a single snap. Mariana's 32C's smiled at me in all their captivating splendor. I slurped a subtle nipple into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it while my fingers pressed against the roof of her pussy. Mariana placed her free hand over my own, urging on the clitoral stimulation of her dripping wet pussy. I pushed myself up onto one arm and removed my digits to sample the sweet nectar spilling from her flower.

Mariana smiled as she squirmed and rotated her bottom. I took a moment to scan the length of her body...to appreciate her beauty...all of it. I took in the curve of her breast and how plump her carmel colored nipples were. The salmon shade of her areola. Her flat stomach and pierced innie of a navel. The motion of them rising and falling and falling under her quavering breath. Her coal black runway patch of thick pubic hair. My eyes paused to marvel at Mariana's sensitive dark inner labia and pruning outer. Her gumdrop of a clit peeking through the thick thatch. I would have studied Mariana's body much, much longer had she not spoken and interrupted my raunchy research. "Digame, ((Tell me)) see somethin' you like down there, guapo ((handsome))?", she questioned. Mariana's nostrils flared animalistically. "Yes, as a matter of fact...I do.", I replied and sucked on a chubby nipple followed by an amorous love bite. Running laps around it, I painted the rough bumps dotting her areola with my tongue. "Yea baby. This pussy belongs to me now.", I declared, remounting her lathered box with my throbbing cock. I entered and exited her sopping wet pussy. "I want you to gush for me, Mariana.", I added as I pinned her on her back. "Ooohh, Mmm!! Oh my God, oh my God, Mmmm, oh my God!!", she exclaimed as her head lolled from side to side in sensual slow motion. I hurled my tongue into Mariana's mouth and continued to throw a hammer fuck on her. She forcefully sucked my tongue into her own mouth and buried her fingernails into the backs of my hands. The cut marks left would be nothing in comparison to the shredded flesh her cat claws had already etched upon my back. She groaned and I let loose a barrage of girthy, deep dick thrust. If they hadn't heard us downstairs yet, they surely were about to. We abandoned our lip lock and released the grappling handshake we'd been bonded in. I substituted a thumb for my tongue. Mariana sucked on it like it was a favorite piece of hard candy as she propelled her pussy onto my club. Her bucking and bouncing only turned me on all the more. There was a tickling sensation waking in the delicate skin right beneath my bullhead. My nuts did cartwheels in my sack. I could feel my own orgasm starting to build like a ticking time bomb. Mariana knew exactly what she was doing and chopped back with force. She felt so good, I ground my cock into her pussy like a freight train running behind schedule. Yes, Mariana knew how to get us both off and lit the fuse to our orgasmic explosion. She started talking dirty. Throwing fuel on an already out of control carnal fire. "Ay Papi, Mmm. Give it to me...Dáme el bicho, Papi!! ((Give me the dick, Daddy)) You make me want to cum so fucking bad, Papi. I love the way you feel inside me, mmm-hmm!!", she crooned and pushed her bare tits together. {It's gonna be one of those kinds of night...Fuck yes!!}, I thought to myself. She only uses this much of her native tongue when she's drunk or soaking wet and ready to cum.

She wasn't alone. Her pussy felt like I was stroking a boiling, wet silk lined purse. [shlooophh-shlooophh] It couldn't get any better than this...or could it? I pulled out of Mariana's cream filled pie and drew her closer to the edge. A milky stream of pussy juice drizzled from her cookie and pooled beneath her ass. "Turn around, Mariana.", I instructed. Mariana spun around with lustful awareness. She looked over her right shoulder just in time to watch me go down on her from behind. It was an act I'd performed countless times in the past. Almost as many times as I'd stretched her pussy to the limits. It now hung open like a weathered saddle bag, but at that moment I was interested in another erogenous zone. Her asshole clenched tightly, withdrawing inwards into a wrinkled knot. It was as if it had swallowed a pucker inducing lemon wedge. I was ready to cum buckets at the mere sight of this tart carnal delicacy. I clasped my hands on either side of her soft, moist butt cheeks and pushed them apart. I teased the spokes on her fleshy wheel. Mariana let out a long sigh of appreciation. "Ay Papi, Si. You got the key to my lock, Den. That feels so fuckin' good, mmm.", she moaned and pushed her butt into my face. "What else you got for me, Papi?", she asked, reaching between her legs to toy with her clit. I rose to run my fingers through Mariana's short hair. I grabbed a healthy handful of her ebony locks and kissed the side of her neck. "How's about s'more of this dick honey, mi amore.", I suggested. "Ay Papi. Take me from behind.", she said, leaning across the desktop and shaking her booty at me. "I will and I got a little surprise for you.", I whispered into her ear. I had to retrieve Mariana's gift from my pants pocket. I wasted no time gliding my sex hardened hammer back inside her honeypot to resume our titillating tryst. I pumped her bubble a few times, engrossed by the heat and salacious tactile delight it brought me...then hit the switch. "Oh my God!! Mmm, that feels so fuckin good, Den. You know those things drive me crazy.", she cheered when the cockring I'd put on came to life and chewed on her clit. I'd slipped on an old fashioned battery operated cockring. It made a low growl as it vibrated and pushed Mariana over the edge. "Oh my God, I love your cock.", she purred. OK, I lied...this was actually my favorite part of our game. How could it not be? I watched my meat enter and exit Mariana's swollen vulva from behind. [shlooophh-shlooophh-brrahmm-brrahmm] My shaft was glossy from the jelly it was coated in. [shlooophh-shlooophh-brrahmm-brrahmm] I let my bat stay inside her longer and longer on each stroke to let the French Tickler vibrating head stir her little man in the boat. It made her cry out in Spanish. This was music to my ears. Mariana called out, "Dámelo, uhmmm dámelo. ((Give it to me)) , repeatedly as I pressed the toy against her vulva. Her fingernails left an ugly scar as they tore into the enamel of Bitchwood's desk. I loved it and thought, {Fuck em'. Arrogant prick...serves em' right.} "Ready to make some real noise, baby?", I asked in redundancy. Mariana looked over her right shoulder with her mouth hanging open. Her sleepy eyes told her story before the words could cross her lips. She nodded her head in silence while the toy mauled her clit. She let out a hint of a gasp and purred, "Ooh. Take it, Papi. Ay Papi. Tómalo, tómalo!! ((Take it, take it!!))"

Mariana pushed back into my incoming thrust and together we surfed the waves to climax together. She cried out under the strain of unstable wobbly legs, "Ay Papi, Si!! Ummm. Ay, Ay, Ay, Yes, YES, I'M CCUUMMIINNGG." My balls ached. Searing seed streamed through the bloated veins of my shaft. My bullhead thrummed uncontrollably. I spewed forth my nut. [SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET]. I blasted a gooey load inside Julie's quivering snatch for the fifth time in three days. She trembled under my weight. She used her snapper of a pussy to squeeze the last remaining portion of viscous cum up my pole and into her frothing box. I fell on top of her back and lay there grinding my waning erection inside of her beaten pussy. Cum leaked from my helmet into her sugarpie. The cockring kept pace as I continued to grind Mariana's pussy outlasting our debaucherous mayhem. I could have laid on her soft honeybuns the rest of the night. When I finally found the energy to dismount Mariana's oh so sweet puddin a huge glob of spunk followed my exit. There was a beautiful rich, whipped creampie spilling out of her battered vulva. She reached behind herself to scoop up a dollop of our promiscuous aftermath with her fingers and let it trickle into her mouth. "Ummm, that tastes delicious, Den.", she said, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs wide for me to see the frosting spilling out of her.

Now came the part of our shift that I enjoyed least. Cleanup and getting back to work. Mariana took a package of scented wet wipes from her oversized party purse and handed me a clean hand towel. We freshened up and performed a cursory clean up of our hedonistic exchange. The cleaning crew would take care of the finer details, but we had to make sure it wasn't too obvious that someone had been getting busy in Bitchwood's office. Mariana pulled a second pair of yellow panties from her bag and slipped her luscious legs into them. Her heels went back into the bag until the next time we would play. The last thing she said before we exited Dr. Beechewood's office was, "Oh, by the way, Den...make sure you pick up a new bottle of lube. I'm almost out." She tapped the calendar on the wall and concluded, "I'm gonna need it, Papi." as she licked her lips and rubbed her big juicy ass. I smiled knowing what she was hinting at. She tossed a wink my way, checked the hallway outside the office and went back to work. I followed shortly thereafter. I was in a great mood the rest of the night and that following morning. I made sure to pick up a tube of KY jelly on my way home after work. Like I said in the beginning. Wednesday's were my second favorite nights of the week, Phanta-Fun night. The lube was to grease her alley on my absolute most favorite night of the week. Friday night or as we fondly call it...Bubble-Butt-Fuck Friday. Butt, (no pun intended) that's a story for another time.

Leave the lights on,
Den