Erotic roleplaying is the ultimate phone sex pleasure. And Mark from Accounting is the perfect muse for my needs.
Our spouses were home, oblivious, while stolen glances across the ballroom turned into lingering touches during coffee breaks. By evening, the tension snapped. He texted my room number: 812. Come alone. I slipped into the elevator in my tight black dress, heart pounding, pussy already wet at the wrongness of it.
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When he opened the door in just slacks, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with the same forbidden hunger. And no words at first.
First, he pinned me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine—rough, desperate kisses tasting of whiskey and guilt. Then his hands yanked my dress up, fingers plunging into my soaked panties without preamble.
“You’ve been teasing me all day,” he growled against my neck. “Does your husband know how wet you get for strangers?” Only a moan escapes my lips, grinding against his hand.
Then I exclaim, “He hasn’t fucked me as I need in months. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Next, he spun me, bent me over the desk, and hiked my dress higher. His zipper rasped; his thick cock sprang free, rubbing along my slick folds.
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“Beg for it,
cheating slut. “ Obviously fallen weak, I whimper, “Please,” I gasped, pushing back. “Fuck me raw. Fill the hole my husband ignores.”
Then he slammed in—one brutal thrust burying him balls-deep. I cried out, walls clenching around his cheating cock as he pounded me relentlessly, the desk rattling.
His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back. “This pussy’s mine tonight.” Then we moved to the bed—he on his back, me riding him hard, tits bouncing. Now, as I ground down, chasing the orgasm I craved from someone forbidden.
When he gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me, whispering how much tighter I felt than his wife. I came first, screaming into the pillow, pussy gushing around him.
At this point, he flipped me, missionary now—deep, intimate strokes while we stared into each other’s eyes. With the taboo fueling every thrust.
“Cum inside me,” I begged. “Mark me as yours.” Without much coaxing, he groaned, burying deep and exploding—hot ropes flooding my married pussy until it leaked out around his shaft. We lay panting, his cum dripping from me, both knowing we’d do it again tomorrow.
Cheating never felt so fucking good.
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