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the soft petals of her pussy lips pulling at his thick phallus as he fucked her. Her creamy juices glistened on his cock and she reached down with both hands to play with her aching clit and to stroke his shaft.
When they were both panting raggedly as they approached their impending climax, she cried, “Officer, I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish my pussy. Please fuck me hard! I want to feel your come deep inside me.”
Her demands spurred him on and he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip as he plunged furiously into her aching pussy. Sobbing wantonly, she dug her fingernails into his taut ass and held on as he hungrily kissed her. As he devoured her soft mouth, he finally growled harshly and came in an overwhelming wave of pure bliss. She arched her back as he plunged deep against her womb and filled her with hot thick come as she had requested. She came one final time as she milked his cock dry with the rhythmic squeezing of her internal muscles.
As they both gradually came back to their senses, he nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped at her flesh. She languidly stretched underneath him and grinned, “Thank you, officer, for the valuable lesson in public safety. If I promise not to speed again, can we meet here again next week?”
He chuckled and kissed her gently. “Yes, Miss Williams.”
By the time I reached the last paragraph, I found that it was so damn easy to fantasize that Mr. Cochran was the alpha stud in the story. I was barely halfway into my first official day of work and I had already used my boss as masturbation material. Damn it. The sheets were nice and cooling against my damp body and my breathing gradually returned to normal.
I pictured Mr. Cochran in a police uniform bending me over the hood of his patrol car, and shivered as I gave my sated pussy one last gentle caress as my orgasm waned. Exhausted, I started to fade, but jumped in surprise when my phone’s text notification jolted me awake. Mr. Cochran was apparently getting hungry again and requested lunch in about an hour and a half.
I sighed and reluctantly sat up, setting my clothes to rights so that I didn’t look so hopelessly rumpled. My hair was still relatively neat in a bun, and my cheeks were softly flushed. I dabbed on a bit of lip balm and headed downstairs to start my prep work for lunch. Since I had served such an indulgent brunch, I figured that Mr. Cochran would probably appreciate lighter fare for this meal.
After tying on my apron,I prepped the salad greens and sliced some fresh strawberries, carrots, and cucumbers. I would toss those them later with some grape tomatoes and diced avocados. I made a sweet tangy vinaigrette by whisking together some olive oil, lemon juice, honey, and apple cider vinegar. Once I put the salad fixings aside, I mixed up the batter for fresh savory corn muffins with plenty of cheddar cheese and scallions. Since they would only take about a half hour to bake, I had plenty of time to broil a couple of salmon fillets when the muffins were cooling on a rack. I marinated the fillets in a simple marinade of lemon juice, olive oil, and plenty of salt and pepper.
As I laid the hot salmon fillets on top of the cool salad, I could hear Mr. Cochran’s solid footsteps coming down the hallway. I split two corn muffins in half and smeared them generously with butter. Our plates were still steaming hot when he sat down. I poured us both some sparkling water and quietly took my seat.
He smiled warmly and said, “This looks great! The aroma from those corn muffins in the oven was driving me crazy. I bet they taste even better than they smell.”
I shyly returned his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cochran,” I said. “After such a heavy meal this morning, I thought you would want something a bit more refreshing for lunch.”
We both dug into our plates and shared a companionable silence. He watched me thoughtfully as we ate, and I struggled to come up with a suitable topic to break the
When they were both panting raggedly as they approached their impending climax, she cried, “Officer, I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish my pussy. Please fuck me hard! I want to feel your come deep inside me.”
Her demands spurred him on and he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip as he plunged furiously into her aching pussy. Sobbing wantonly, she dug her fingernails into his taut ass and held on as he hungrily kissed her. As he devoured her soft mouth, he finally growled harshly and came in an overwhelming wave of pure bliss. She arched her back as he plunged deep against her womb and filled her with hot thick come as she had requested. She came one final time as she milked his cock dry with the rhythmic squeezing of her internal muscles.
As they both gradually came back to their senses, he nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped at her flesh. She languidly stretched underneath him and grinned, “Thank you, officer, for the valuable lesson in public safety. If I promise not to speed again, can we meet here again next week?”
He chuckled and kissed her gently. “Yes, Miss Williams.”
By the time I reached the last paragraph, I found that it was so damn easy to fantasize that Mr. Cochran was the alpha stud in the story. I was barely halfway into my first official day of work and I had already used my boss as masturbation material. Damn it. The sheets were nice and cooling against my damp body and my breathing gradually returned to normal.
I pictured Mr. Cochran in a police uniform bending me over the hood of his patrol car, and shivered as I gave my sated pussy one last gentle caress as my orgasm waned. Exhausted, I started to fade, but jumped in surprise when my phone’s text notification jolted me awake. Mr. Cochran was apparently getting hungry again and requested lunch in about an hour and a half.
I sighed and reluctantly sat up, setting my clothes to rights so that I didn’t look so hopelessly rumpled. My hair was still relatively neat in a bun, and my cheeks were softly flushed. I dabbed on a bit of lip balm and headed downstairs to start my prep work for lunch. Since I had served such an indulgent brunch, I figured that Mr. Cochran would probably appreciate lighter fare for this meal.
After tying on my apron,I prepped the salad greens and sliced some fresh strawberries, carrots, and cucumbers. I would toss those them later with some grape tomatoes and diced avocados. I made a sweet tangy vinaigrette by whisking together some olive oil, lemon juice, honey, and apple cider vinegar. Once I put the salad fixings aside, I mixed up the batter for fresh savory corn muffins with plenty of cheddar cheese and scallions. Since they would only take about a half hour to bake, I had plenty of time to broil a couple of salmon fillets when the muffins were cooling on a rack. I marinated the fillets in a simple marinade of lemon juice, olive oil, and plenty of salt and pepper.
As I laid the hot salmon fillets on top of the cool salad, I could hear Mr. Cochran’s solid footsteps coming down the hallway. I split two corn muffins in half and smeared them generously with butter. Our plates were still steaming hot when he sat down. I poured us both some sparkling water and quietly took my seat.
He smiled warmly and said, “This looks great! The aroma from those corn muffins in the oven was driving me crazy. I bet they taste even better than they smell.”
I shyly returned his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cochran,” I said. “After such a heavy meal this morning, I thought you would want something a bit more refreshing for lunch.”
We both dug into our plates and shared a companionable silence. He watched me thoughtfully as we ate, and I struggled to come up with a suitable topic to break the
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