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Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Carol felt the blood course through her veins, pulsing like the ticking of a clock within her very soul. The orgasm rushed through like a freight train and after her release finally wound down enough that she could think coherently again, she blinked, chest heaving.

He was naked. And wanting so badly that his whole posture demanded it from her.

But Carol Tanaka never responded well to demands. Except if they were her own.

She wanted to taste him, taste herself on his lips, envelop his throbbing cock inside of her pussy and taste him with as much sensation that she could muster. She would savour later. There was little time to do anything else, but take him, and take him quickly.

Kneeling at her feet, she wrapped her fingers harshly through his hair and practically dragged him up to standing. "Come here," she said huskily, and crushed her lips against his, tongue darting to lap her cum from his mouth.

She positioned her hips just so, thighs opening, and her body nudging him against her opening as her hips rocked forward.

"Let me fuck you." And she pressed her advantage as she pushed his shoulders, forcing him down for her... grinding slowly against him... slowly... soooooo... sloooooowwwwwlyyyyy...
 
There was no way in hell he could object to that statement. It all happened so fast. One moment, his lips were graciously being sanded by the aperture between her legs, and then in the next, fingers scratched against his head...and his legs obeyed her every whim. He rose and soon his lips met hers, trading the one set for the other. Those plush, red lips of hers felt soft and more familiar. He let her tongue force itself into him, and he savored the essence of her domineering tongue by surrendering his own, allowing her to mold him as much as she pleased.

And then, he was sinking up into her, letting her devour his manhood for the first time. He felt every inch of her as she slid atop him in that standing position. It was a feeling no other woman has ever given him, and it reached down Darren's throat and clawed a helpless moan from him.

She moved slowly. Oh, so...so slowly.

His lips broke away from hers. "Carol!" He gasped, eyes shut, moaning as his body quivered. "Oh God..." His hips began to buck as he swung his arms around and seized her thick ass. "...Jesus."

Who was the woman here? Darren's mind was swirling in a mix of turmoil and an ever exuberant pile of lust. His fingers gripping over her cheeks began to tighten, clawing into her pale buns. He pulled her hips closer to him. He wanted to be closer. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of her.
 
Her ass fit so nicely into his palms, and it did feel sooo nice as well. Carol let that connection happen, but no more. His desire was over running her own, and the pace was being picked up even faster than she liked.

So she danced her hips out a bit from him, pulling away and sliding his cock along her hardened clit as she gasped. Almost completely out of her, and then... she slowly skewered herself back down onto his throbbing shaft. "Slowly," she bit out, and to prove the point, as he tried to force the issue, she squeezed so tightly, he could barely move inside of her.

"Darren," she whispered, then licked his earlobe, biting on it for a moment, then releasing it, small spots of saliva dotting his skin. "Sooo slowly. Don't rush this. I want to feel you cum inside of me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Her deep eyes glittering, her hair tousled and her upper lip covered in droplets of perspiration, she crushed herself forward and captured his lips, tasting herself on him and lapping at the corners of his mouth.

She grasped at him, let her muscles wrap around him, rhythmically play along him and then... then... when he seemed to go insane, when his eyes rolled up into his head... when he seemed to be able to hold back no longer, she gave him the word.

"Fucking take me, Darren. Fuck me hard and make me scream your name." She was panting in his ear and gave him a parting shot. "You CAN do that, can't you, Darren?"
 
His whole body shivered, responding to her command. He desperately kept his desire in check, taking a deep breath as he willed his mind not to overindulge in the moment and bring himself to cum early. Which was something that was proving to be extremely difficult to manage.

He nodded, gasping as he felt his cock being choked by her pussy. It was awful, how strong of a hold she had over him. It was as though her will overrode every command he had previously programmed for himself, putting her wishes up on a much higher priority than his own. Just like she said, he controlled his thrusts, bringing it down a few notches while he swam upstream, fighting the current of his desires. He nestled up into her, pumping slowly, wanting to feel every fold and ream it with his need.

Then, a new command. "O-of course!" he replied, the thrill of being able to release overtaking him. His fingers sank into her cheeks as he tightened his grip. He pulled out of her. His legs began to move, backing her towards her desk. He rested her on her back over the clean desk, while he kept standing. He spread her legs wide so that it formed a flat M, and with his hands gripping under her thighs, he entered her, slipping inside. From there, he jut into her, moving his hands up to adore her torso. He bent over her, running his hands over her to cup both breasts, squeezing her while watching them bulge out from between his fingers. His thumb played with her nipple, scratching at it to make it harden.

He groaned, hissing between clenched teeth. He rammed it into her, letting the action remove all of that restrained desire he had for her. The fact she was his superior in a time when women were rising above men in the workplace, his frustration over her untouchable professional position he so sought to thwart, and his mysterious, unexpected yearning for it all at the very same time. He fucked her harder, pounding her pussy with a mix of anger and unbridled lust. His skin began to slap against hers, sounding out a clap that echoed in the office.
 
Heat. Hatred. Passion.

She felt all of these things from Darren Sawa. it was as though she called the very Heavens to rain down upon her and unleash its wrath. His pummelling hips, his control of the situation that quickly spiralled out of control as his frenzy became frantic.

Carol lay beneath him, watching him go through these emotions, touching each one as though they were new, and newly discovered. She was there, and even as he thrust hard and deep, bones thumping against hers as the sound became loud and insistent. Her pants were even, and small moans punctuated each rock of his hips. She bit the inside of her cheek and tasted copper on her tongue.

Even beneath him, she was still in command. Eyes lidded with lust, the entire length of him jolted her with the strength of his thrusts, almost pounding her across the desk but held in check by her knees crooked over the edge and his gripping hands.

She opened herself to him. Let him think he lead the pace. Let him unleash himself upon her, and in the blink of an eye, it could easily all change. Her head lolled back on the desk, and her whole being arched into his. Her ankles, out turned, now curled inward, attempting to connect with his ass cheeks to force him deeper. As deeply as he could go.
 
Darren growled, ripping into her slit until his hips began to grow numb. He wanted to push farther, delving as deep as he could while he brought the pain and pleasure. His ego soared as he rode her, but he somehow felt that she was allowing this more, and so it humbled him back to Earth where he was still the drone and she, the Queen Bee.

He began to pant, feeling his heart pounding his chest from the abrupt exertion. He slowed down, choosing a calmer approach to his invasion. With his thick girth, he sank all of his 6 inches into her, burying the sword up to the hilt, jamming it at the base. He moved his hips in a circular motion, to widen the thrust as though he were mixing a thick batter with his cock. Or better yet, he was the pestle, and she was the mortar. He grounded into her pussy, hoping to hit her cervix, perhaps give her some real pain if he could, but he doubted he was long enough to make that kind of impression. His trimmed bush slid against hers, bristling as they rubbed from the friction.

The hands over her chest continued to knead, molding them while they were lost in more than a handful. The amount to squeeze was so expansive, it was impossible to grab it all with a single grip.
 
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