Lenora and Desmond

Lenora-

I can still vividly remember the look on his face when he knocked and rushed into his boss’s office, files piled on his arms, only to see his girlfriend —me— bent over his boss's desk while he thrust into me violently, my moans echoing within the walls of the office.

We didn't notice him until the files crashed to his ground and he squeaked a surprised “Lenora”.

I turned to look at him, my heart failing in my chest, but Mr. Sinclair didn't mind in one bit.

He still went on grunting, his hands locking my waist in place as he rhythmically smashed into me. 

“Close the door on your way out.” He ordered, not even sparing him a glance.  

Whenever we had episodes like this, he would keep the door ajar. It was a kink of his. The exhilaration and excitement rush of getting caught. 

Desmond stood rooted to the spot for five seconds trying to understand the scene happening in front of me.

And it was just when the orgasm rush was starting to get to my head. I gripped the edges of the desk and threw my head back moaning Jeff's name like a wild animal.

Heck, I didn't care if his employees past the door could hear me.

All I could focus on was the feeling of his huge cock rubbing the wet slickness of my pussy. 

"Lenora?" Desmond lashed out, angry now. "What the hell?"

I rolled back my eyes, my hands pressing my ass cheeks open. My knees were shaking with pleasure as wet cream dripped down my thighs. 

I could feel the weight of his stare on me, that didn't however stop the moans that tumbled through lips as pleasure courses through my body like electricity. 

Mr Sinclair whipped his head towards him and I could hear the smile in his voice as he said. 

"Join us if you're into that sort of thing."

I glanced over my shoulder at Desmond, taking in his flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Pounded against the table, I could see the bulge growing behind his pants.

He was staring at his girlfriend being pounded by his boss. He was angry, so angry, he's even turned a shade of pink. 

But yet, dear god, blood still pumped to his cock and I could see the length of his shaft trapped against his pant material. 

I bit my cheeks to stop myself from grinning hard. 

"You should stay, Desmond" I purred, voice husky with lust. "Watch me cum."

Mr. Sinclair slowed down his strokes to delay my building orgasm. Gently carried me away from the desk to his chair so that I could face Desmond. 

He swallowed at the sight of my waist arching, ass cheeks in air, breast slapping each other with each thrust. 

His eyes flickered between me and the door. 

Should he stay? Should he go?

He went towards the door and I sighed. He was leaving. 

Until he gently shut the door behind him with a soft click. 

He stayed. 

I gripped the edge of the desk as I pushed back against his thrusts. "Fuck me harder," I demanded, his thrusts snapping the air out of my lungs. "I want him to see what he's missing."

Mr. Sinclair tipped his head backward, laughing like the monster he was, his hips snapping forward making mine roll into waves. 

I closed my eyes, getting lost in the obscene wet sounds of skin slapping skin, Mr. Sinclair moaning behind me. 

I could feel the orgasm pressing against my core, creating this building urge to wee. But I knew that was my squirt warming up. 

When I opened my eyes, Desmond was licking his lips, holding my gaze in the low light. 

"God, look at you," he was breathless as he said that, his eyes drifting to my breasts clapping seductively for him. He bit his lips and I moaned at the sight of his full sensual lips curling up for me. 

“Look at your nipples, Lenora.” His voice was wet. He was salivating at the sight of me. “They're fucking pointy.”

I looked down at them. He was right. They were huge, red and sore. 

I palmed my breasts with my one free hand, caressing it so that he could see.

And when he moaned, slumping against the door, a quarter of my squirt trickled out. 

Behind me, Mr.Sinclair slapped my butt. “That's it baby girl,” he purred, “cum for me.”

I threw back my head as a cry erupted from my lips. 

My blood was tingling. My head was singing. 

This was so so good. 

My vision was hazy as I pinned my eyes on Desmond. 

"You've never fucked me like this, baby. I want to see you pump that cock for me.”

Desmond swallowed hard, one hand drifting down to palm his aching erection through his pants. I smirked at the movement. “Yes, that's it.” 

He whipped his engorged cock from its restraints and I gagged at the beauty of it. 

It throbbed restlessly in his hands, and even from here I could see thick veins snagging across his meat.

His tip leaked precum and I brought my tongue out, wishing I could lap his milk up. 

"You were always too tight," he growled, eyes black with lust, arms moving back and forth. "I couldn't get my cock inside you without you begging for mercy."

I whimpered, tears springing to my eyes as the pleasure became too much. "Fuck," she gasped, "Fuck, I'm gonna come!"

"Then come for me," Mr. Sinclair demanded, one hand snaking around to circle my clit. "Let him see how well I make you scream."

My clit tingled under his touch. His fingers rubbed it's throbbing tip and with a cry, I shattered. The walls of my pussy clamped down around Mr. Sinclair's cock. 

He held my neck upright, fisting it while my body shook, squirt shooting out of me at eighty miles per hour. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a satisfied sigh. 

Desmond watched it all, his chest heaving as he stroked his rod, eyes rolling into his head. We finally collapsed against the desk, and I turned to him with a lazy smile.

"So," I panted, "You gonna join or what?"

Desmond hesitated for only a moment before dropping his pants and crawling onto the desk behind me.