My Pussy Is Yours Tonight

Sarah’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter, her breasts pressed flat against the scattered papers, nipples hard against the cool ink. Mark’s mouth was relentless between her thighs—tongue dragging slowly through her soaked folds, sucking noisily on her dripping pussy like he couldn’t get enough. Every wet slurp and groan vibrated against her swollen clit, making her thighs shake.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his hot breath teasing her exposed cunt. “Read it,” he ordered, voice thick with lust. “Read the words on those papers while I eat this greedy little pussy. Out loud.”

Sarah’s heart stuttered. “Mark… I can’t...”

“You can.” He spread her ass wider with both hands and dove back in, licking a long, filthy stripe from her clit all the way up to her tight hole before pushing his tongue deep inside her again. The obscene, wet sounds from her pussy grew louder. “Start from the top. Now.”

A broken moan tore from her throat as pleasure spiked through her. She blinked hard, trying to focus on the document right under her face. The words swam at first, then sharpened with humiliating clarity.

“In… in the matter of the marriage between Sarah Thompson and Mark Thompson…” she began, her voice shaky and breathless.

Mark hummed approvingly against her cunt and sucked her clit hard, the sudden intense pull making her knees buckle. She gasped, hips jerking back against his face.

“Continue,” he growled, the word muffled as he licked and slurped noisily, drinking down the fresh gush of her arousal.

Sarah’s eyes watered. “Petitioner… Sarah Thompson… seeks dissolution of the marriage on the grounds of… ah...oh fuck...adultery and irreconcilable differences…”

Mark groaned deeply, the vibration shooting straight through her core. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked rhythmically while two thick fingers pushed inside her, pumping fast and deep. The wet squelching of her pussy filled the office, louder than her struggling voice.

“Respondent… Mark Thompson… admitted to… mmm—oh god—repeated infidelity with his secretary…” Her voice cracked into a moan as he curled his fingers and hit that perfect spot. Tears of overwhelming sensation and raw emotion slipped down her cheeks. These were the cold facts of her broken marriage, and here she was bent over them, dripping all over the paperwork while her divorce lawyer devoured her cunt.

“Keep going,” Mark demanded, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue again, fucking her with it in messy, eager strokes. His nose pressed against her ass, face buried completely as he ate her like a starving man.

Sarah’s legs trembled violently. “The parties… have lived separate and apart… for… shit..three months…” A sharp cry escaped her as he sucked her clit again, harder this time, tongue flicking rapidly. “Assets to be divided… equally… including the marital home… where he fucked her instead of me...”

The words spilled out raw and bitter, mixing with desperate moans. The humiliation burned hot in her chest, but it only made her wetter. Her juices ran down Mark’s chin and onto the desk, smearing the edge of the documents.

Mark pulled back for a second, panting. “Louder. Read the part about the final decree.” Then he was right back on her, three fingers stretching her open now while his mouth attacked her clit with filthy, hungry sucks.

Sarah’s voice rose, shaky and broken. “The marriage… shall be dissolved… and the parties… free to remarry… oh fuck, Mark... I’m so close...” Her hips rocked shamelessly against his face, grinding her dripping pussy on his tongue and fingers. The emotional storm...the anger at her husband, shame at her own desperation, the twisted thrill of this betrayal of professional boundaries—made everything more intense.

He didn’t let up. The sounds were pornographic: loud slurping, her slick juices coating his face, her moans echoing off the office walls. Sarah’s eyes stayed glued to the papers even as her vision blurred with pleasure.

“The court finds… that the marriage is irretrievably broken…” she gasped, nearly sobbing the words as the coil in her belly tightened unbearably. “And grants the divorce…”

Mark sucked her clit hard and curled his fingers perfectly, growling into her cunt. The orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.

Sarah cried out loud, body convulsing, pussy spasming wildly around his fingers as she came hard. Her juices flooded his mouth and hand, dripping messily onto the divorce papers beneath her. She kept reading fragments between broken moans, voice wrecked: “Final… decree… entered… today…”

Mark kept licking her through every wave, gentler now but still greedy, cleaning up every drop while she shook and whimpered against the desk.

When the worst of the tremors passed, Sarah lay there panting, cheek pressed to the smeared documents, tears drying on her flushed face. The reality of what she’d just done—reading her own divorce papers aloud while her lawyer ate her out—settled over her in a heavy, dizzying mix of shame, lingering pleasure, and dark satisfaction.

Mark stood up behind her, his hands stroking her hips possessively. His voice was rough, satisfied. “Good girl. Now turn over. We’re not done yet.”

Sarah was still panting, her cheek pressed against the divorce papers, when Mark gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back on the wide desk. The papers wrinkled and scattered beneath her. Her blouse hung open, breasts heaving, skirt bunched uselessly around her waist. Her pussy glistened, swollen and dripping from her orgasm and his mouth.

Mark stood between her spread thighs, eyes dark with raw hunger. He shoved his trousers down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It slapped heavily against her inner thigh, hot and leaking at the tip. Without another word, he lined himself up and thrust forward hard.

“Fuck!” Sarah cried out as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The sudden stretch burned so good, her walls clenching tight around his girth. He was thicker than she’d expected, filling her completely.

Mark didn’t give her any time to adjust. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, and started fucking her hard and fast. The desk creaked beneath them with every powerful thrust. Wet, filthy slapping sounds filled the office...skin on skin, her soaked pussy squelching loudly around his cock.

“That’s it,” he growled, leaning over her. “Take every inch of me...”

He kissed her fiercely, tongue invading her mouth as he pounded into her. Then he broke away to bite down on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave dark marks. Sarah moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.

Every deep thrust jolted her whole body, her heavy breasts bouncing between them.

Mark latched onto one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth while he fucked her faster. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, then bit down just hard enough to make her gasp. He switched to the other breast, sucking and biting, claiming every part of her he could reach.

“You’re mine tonight,” he rasped against her skin, hips snapping relentlessly. “This pussy is mine. Been dreaming about claiming it while I read your divorce papers.” He thrust even harder, grinding deep, his balls slapping against her ass. “Say it.”

Sarah’s head fell back, her moans spilling freely. “Yours...fuck!!!...my pussy is yours tonight.”