Fucked by Both My Bosses—Almost Caught 5.

Charissa POV:

He slowly moved closer to me, dragging his finger on my clit.

My pussy clenched and unclenched.

“Do you want me to make it stop hurting, baby?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously, a low whimper escaping my lips.

My eyes connected with his dick, and I dragged the sole of my foot up his thigh, stopping on his exposed dick.

I began to move my foot back and forth on him, but he grabbed it, putting it back on the counter. He used the opportunity to spread me wider.

“You don't do anything until I say so, understood?” he growled.

I whined, feeling sexually frustrated.

“Please, I need you...”

I could feel tears pricking my eyes.

I felt like such a whore, begging for cock, but I liked it.

In fact, I loved it.

Dante lowered himself until his face was at the same level as my wet pussy.

He blew air directly on my clit, causing me to throw my head back, arching forward.

It felt so good.

His tongue flicked on my pussy, and I jolted up.

“You ready?” he asked.

I felt too gone to respond, so I just nodded.

He didn't wait for anything else as his mouth latched onto my pussy, and he sucked hard on it.

“Ahhh...” I screamed, my back arching even further as my toes curled. “Yes! Right there.”

I grabbed his head and pushed it deeper into my pussy.

He pushed his tongue inside me, fucking my pussy with his tongue as his thumb rubbed my clit.

I moaned loudly, my stomach tightening.

I was so close.

My legs began to tremble violently as my breathing intensified.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Yes... lick my pussy till I cum.”

I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer.

My entire body jolted.

I screamed, throwing my head back as my legs shook violently.

My orgasm ripped out of me in waves.

“I'M CUMMING.”

I jerked violently, my mind going completely blank.

When I finally came down from my high, Dante was already fixing his jeans. He was rock hard again.

I propped myself on my elbow, biting my lower lip.

“Let me help you,” I said, but he shook his head.

“Clean this up,” he slurred, about to leave, when I held him back, my face stern.

“I want to help,” I said determinedly, reaching for his belt, but he grabbed my neck and pushed me back down.

“What are stubborn girl,” he groaned, and I whimpered. My pussy was already starting to throb again.

I tried to push my legs together, but he grabbed them both, forcing them open as he pushed me on the counter.

He began to remove his belt, and I felt excitement swell inside me. I immediately widened my legs further, but instead, he moved further away from me, taking his cock into his own arms.

“For being such a bad girl and trying to be demanding, I am not going to touch you.”

I furrowed my brows.

If he doesn't want to touch me, then why make me spread my legs?

“You are going to touch yourself.”

My eyes widened as disappointment filled me. I wanted him.

“But, sir—” I began to say, but he cut me off with a raise of his finger.

“Now!” he ordered.

I huffed, having no choice but to obey. So, I decided that if he was going to make me suffer, then I planned to do the same.

I spread my legs even wider as I allowed my breathing to intensify, making sure he could see the visible rise and fall of my chest.

I could see his jaw clenched from the dim kitchen light. I watched as he swallowed, his eyes glued to my pussy.

“Sir...” I moaned, rubbing my clit slowly with two fingers as my juice dripped out.

“Bad girl,” he growled softly as his hand moved up and down on his cock slowly.

I circled my entrance teasingly, biting my lips, and he groaned as he watched the action.

I could see his pumps on his cock becoming faster, and without warning, I pushed two fingers into my pussy in one move.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his movements got faster.

I began to pump my fingers in and out, throwing my head back as I allowed the feeling of ecstasy to overcome me. It wasn't the same as having a cock inside me, but it would have to do.

Moans after moans fell from my mouth as I rocked my fingers, my orgasm beginning to near.

I could see him jerking violently as his fingers quickened on his dick.

“Charissa!” my husband's voice called, and I froze, stopping my action.

“Keep going,” I heard Dante growl, and I swallowed, locking eyes with him.

I obeyed, knowing that arguing would be futile. Instead of my feelings dulling, they only seemed to intensify at the thought of being caught by my husband.

I continued to pump my fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumbs.

“Charissa, where are you?”

I whimpered, covering my mouth with my palm.

The door was unlocked, and he could walk in at any time. He would catch me pleasuring myself on the counter while Dante stroked his cock in front of me.

“God! Yes!”

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that I wasn't the only one the thought of getting caught affected.

Dante was now breathing heavily as he jerked, his cock leaking precum.

I so badly wanted to lick that precum.

“Ahh,” I laid down on the counter as I spread my legs even wider, my orgasm threatening to burst out of me.

I heard my husband's footsteps coming towards the kitchen, and that was the last straw.

My orgasm burst through me in waves, and I had to press my hand to my mouth as my eyes rolled back.

Dante wasn't far behind, either. He was already spilling ropes of cum onto my body.

I didn't even notice him coming closer.

I let him pour his seed all over me, and I loved it, taking some onto my hand and licking it clean off my fingers.

Dante groaned, tucking his cock back into his jeans and walking out of the kitchen.

“Sir,” I heard my husband say to Dante. “Let me help you, sir. You are drunk.”

“I'm fine,” Dante groaned as he probably brushed past him.

I took the opportunity to get down from the counter and fix myself up before he entered the kitchen.

“Chari—there you are,” my husband burst into the kitchen. “What are you doing in here so late at night?”

“I, um... came to get some water,” I replied, which technically wasn't a lie because that was my original goal until—

I pressed my legs together at the thought of what had just happened between Dante and me.

Gosh, I was so insatiable.

My husband nodded, his eyes scanning me down to the floor.

“You really should cover up more,” he whispered, moving forward. He caressed my pointed and exposed nipples, making me hiss before running his fingers down my side.

“I'm tired,” I blurted out, not because I didn't want to, but because if I let it happen, he would find me all wet from Dante's cum.

He nodded before turning and walking out.

I sighed, feeling relieved that he didn't notice the puddle of cum on the ground. I quickly took a cloth and wiped down everywhere before rushing to my bedroom.