Emmarae gets fucked right after work…
The Work From Home initiative was originally intended to boost productivity, but Emmarae was just grateful for the privacy it afforded. Especially on days like today.
It was 7 PM on a Friday night, and the twenty-something redhead had just spent the day in virtual meetings, her rigid posture betrayed by the university-branded golf shirt stretched tautly across her chest. Her head thunked against the headrest as she sighed, thankful to finally be free from the daily grind. Even if that grind was just a few clicks of the mouse.
After a long day (or night) at the office, Emmarae liked to unwind in her own special way. Her freckled hand slid down to cup the tight mound pressed against her yoga pants as she pulled into the driveway. This was going to be good.
The front door flew open almost before she could touch the knob, a shirtless, beer-bellied man filling the doorway. A quick spank on her bubbly bottom propelled her inside, the waistband of her yoga pants already hiking down her hips. Her eyes half-lidded, she stripped off her top, revealing full, perky breasts that bounced free and settled against the shirt on the floor.
“Upstairs,” he commanded gruffly. The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She took the stairs two at a time, her jiggling ass leading the way down the hall. The door to the bedroom wasn’t even all the way open before he grabbed her roughly from behind, his hot breath on the back of her neck as his hand slid under her underwear to grope her slick slit.
“Ooh, you need it bad today, don’t you, Daddy?” she purred, reaching back to squeeze his hardening cock through his jeans. He spun her around to face him, his calloused hands kneading the firm flesh of her young tits. He rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, causing her to bite her lip and lean her head back.
“Shut up,” he growled. “On your hands and knees.”
Emmarae scrambled to comply, crawling onto the bed and presenting herself like a bitch in heat. She arched her back to stick her ass in the air, wiggling it enticingly as she looked back over her shoulder. “Come on, Daddy… Come fuck your naughty little girl.”
The slick, pink folds of her pussy were already glistening, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He couldn’t wait any longer. His jeans and boxers crashed to the floor, his thick, hard cock springing free to slap against his belly. He knelt behind her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he lined himself up.
“Ohhh fuuuck,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as he shoved forward, impaling her on his girthy shaft in one swift stroke. Her velvety walls stretched to accommodate his girth, slick arousal gushing out to coat his cock as he bottomed out inside her. The fat head of his dick kissed her cervix, making her see stars as he started to pound into her hard and fast.
“Nngh! Yes!” she cried, her hands fisting in the blankets. Every powerful thrust made her little tits jiggle and bounce, coalescing into a tidal wave of sensation that built and built until she exploded in a wave of bodily fluids and brain-melting pleasure.
The wet squelch of her pussy being stretched over and over filled the room as he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Scream for me, bitch! Let everyone know Daddy’s fucking you hard.”
She came again with a shriek, her pussy spasming and gushing around his pistoning cock. She could only cling to the mattress as he fucked her harder and faster, his hips slapping against the generous curves of her cute bubble butt. He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes, sweat dripping down his face as he snarled his command.
“Beg for my cum, slut.”
“Ooh please Daddy! Fill my tight little pussy with your hot load! Breed me! Breed your dirty–ahhh!” Her words dissolved into wanton mewls as his rhythm faltered, cock bulging inside her as he neared his own peak. She pushed her hips back against him, felt his balls tighten, then suddenly he was howling her name as he erupted like a volcano deep inside her.
Rope after rope of hot, sticky seed painted her insides, leaking out around his pistoning shaft to drip obscenely down her thighs. As he slumped over her sweaty, quivering back with a satisfied groan, Emmarae let out a low, tussen moan. Yes… This was exactly what she needed after a long day at the office.
