After-Hours Rendezvous

"Do it properly slut, with tongue," she commanded, reaching back to pull his head deeper into her.

She felt him licking at her and smiled, enjoying the victorious sensation at the reset of their dynamic, along with the tickling ministrations. So hot, she thought.

"Good boy," she rewarded, finally letting him go and rolling to the side.

She saw him freeze in the process of wiping his face as her cock sprang into view, fully erect, throbbing with need.

She reached down to adjust herself, shaking it lasciviously at him, his eyes dancing, never leaving the meaty package.

"Let's go shower. We've made quite the mess today. Maybe you can do something about this while we're at it."

They stripped then Sarah pulled him down the hall, sneaking quickly to the bathroom, locking the door and pushing him up against the countertop.

"You've left me wanting more," she growled, her erection pressing into his belly as she gripped his chin in her hand.

"Short but sweet, like your cock," she teased, reaching down to grip his soft package, squeezing as she licked across his jaw then kissed him deeply, pushing his lips open and slipping her tongue in to curl against his.

She stepped back, pushing on his shoulder and creating the space for him to kneel between her legs. She bent down, kissing him deeply while gripping his chin, and pulled back and smiled when he opened his mouth to let her drip her spit down into him before pulling his head down onto her cock. He breathed wetly, choking as she forced her way deep into his mouth, thrusting, using him.

He looked up at her with big eyes, lips stretched around her cock, his mouth making soft, wet sounds as she fucked it. She slipped a hand down her slick crack, the other resting gently on the back of his head, encouraging him to suck her deeply, to run a finger around her own sphincter.

"Your cock felt very nice inside me. I think I'm going to return the favour," she continued dominantly.

"Probably for a little longer than you managed. I'm going to fuck you like an obedient housewife, missionary, doggy, whatever I want, you're gonna take it. And then after I finish, I'm gonna roll you over, and fall asleep with my cock jammed all the way inside your sexy little hole. You're gonna be dreaming of it."

She felt the slick heat of his cum as she played with herself, teasing at her tight ring before dipping a finger inside. The gentle insertion felt incredible, a small stiffness in contrast to the moulded heat of his tongue as it danced over her shaft.

She pulled her cock free with a pop, enjoying the horny suction of his well trained mouth, quickly replacing it with her slick finger. She thrust against his tongue, enjoying playing with his mouth, pushing a second finger in to lube it, pressing against his soft tongue, dominating him. Two fingers went into her ass this time, slowly, insistently, making small undulating movements, playing with the cum she could feel inside her.

He looked up at her quietly, her cock bobbing and knocking gently against his neck and jaw as she fingered herself before him, eyes half lidded, moaning gently.

Licking her lips, she never broke eye contact, pulling her fingers out slowly, feeling the slimy sheen of cum they were coated in, reaching around to grip her cock, to smear their sex across it, before resting herself back up against his lips.

"Open wide," she ordered, resting her fingers against the head and shoving everything into him, feeling the hot sharpness of his teeth, his soft palate, the pliant flesh towards the back of his throat.

She jacked her cock as she held it half inside his mouth, working herself into an aroused stiffness, before dropping down to squeeze her balls and jam herself deeper. His eyes widened as he choked around her, doing his best to accept her, the savoury, heady taste of their sex filling his mouth.

"What a great cocksucker you are." She pushed him off as she spoke, gasping as he recovered, turning on the water and stepping in once it had had a chance to heat.

"Come wash your mess off me," she ordered.

And he did, stepping hesitantly into the shower, working a pump of bodywash over her slender hips, reaching behind to caress her cheeks, guiding it into her crack, remembering how good she had felt wrapped around his own cock, his fingers dancing across her skin.

She groaned, pressing herself into him, their bodies wet and slick against each other, and he reached for another pump of soap, stepping back to reach between them and grasp at her width.

She was hot to the touch, stiff and angry, and he marvelled at the veiny texture of her thickness as he worked his hands around her girth. Her pubes were flattened and soaked, and the whole ensemble, glistening with soap, looked so sexy.

"I fucking love your cock," he blurted out, blushing as he stroked it obsessively.

"I can tell," she shot back, staring up at him through lashes beaded with water.

She was at once dominant and shy, smaller than him. Bigger, energetically, and, well, down there too.

She smiled up at him then pushed down on his shoulder, sinking him to his knees as she tilted over to rinse the soap off her cock in the steaming water. She grabbed a handful of shampoo, working it into his hair as she stood, legs spread, in front of him. Cock bobbing, glistening with water. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and she pushed inside, working the soap through his hair, massaging his head in circles so that her cock worked across his soft inner cheeks.

She pulled him deeper onto her, his flickering tongue a heavenly sensation. She felt the firmness of his throat compress her tip, shaft bending, until she stood on tip toes, angling downwards, forcing, and pushed past the resistance to sink into his throat.

It gripped her in a vice, moving back and forth a few times as he made delicious gurgling noises, drowned out by the falling water. She pulled back as he gasped, spit leaking from his mouth, then rubbed the shampoo encouragingly into his hair, scratching her nails across his scalp, before positioning herself back at his mouth and sinking slowly to the base in one insistent push.

His lips tickled her pubes, chin pressing into her scrotum, and she worked back and forth deep inside, ignoring the hand squeezing her thigh, close. Finally she withdrew, scooping up some shampoo suds and working them across her length, tilting his head to look up at her, thumbing his mouth open, playing her fingers across his lips as he panted, open wide.

"That's it, stick your tongue out baby," she encouraged, her hand gliding over her full length.

She felt a warm, possessive desire, staring down at him waiting to accept her, taking her obediently, and it drove her over the edge. Carefully, enjoying being fully present in the act, she pointed herself at his open mouth, her hand working minutely, focussing on the strong sensation of her contractions.

She watched as she pumped, several heavy spurts of cum falling from her stilled tip, dropping to ooze across his tongue before sliding back into his mouth. She kept cumming, moaning as she held still, aiming carefully, more falling into him, and she smiled encouragingly as she continued to fill her sub with his reward.

Eventually she exhaled heavily, stepping back slowly, enjoying how he held his mouth open to show her how full it was. He locked eyes with her, his tongue pushing through the pool of cum, sticking out, coated in her thick semen as he lewdly played with it for her pleasure. She rinsed her cock, tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, watching with an arched eyebrow, before finally giving him permission.

"Good boy. You can swallow now, all of it."

He gulped, eyes widening, then bent to hiss her softening shirt once, lovingly. She helped him to his feet, pulling him close, resting her head on his chest.

They stilled, drawing together under the water, kissing deeply, tasting each other, tongues flicking languorously, breathing heavily into each others' mouths, clutching at each other. Soft skin, hardness, the contrasts, filth and memories washed away in purifying steam, they washed themselves and each other silently, recognising the gravity of the moment, savouring an intimate connection, emotional.

"Wowsers," she joked, breaking the silence.

"Let's get out of here, I can barely breathe."

She slapped his ass crudely, water misting into the air, his supple, relaxed flesh reverberating deliciously under the sharp crack of her palm. He kissed her once more, silencing her, giving her permission to drop the silliness, the defensiveness, and she leaned into it, tilting her head back, losing herself for a moment.