John hung up the phone. His attempts to contact the other John Woods has continued to be frustrating. It was as if the professor had promptly stopped going to work as soon as he got the box with the solution.
He leaned back and chuckled. Of course the other John would do that. He would have, and had, done the same thing as soon as the effects of the solution were clear; though the other John obviously knew what he was getting into judging from his frantic behavior. No doubt the other John was buried in cunts and tits.
Still, John wanted to make sure there were no side effects. More importantly, he wanted to know how long the effects would last since having the solution wear off while he was fucking an under-aged girl would ensure a long visit to America's personal hell hole prisons and he had no interest in going that far.
But, they were all so hard to resist. Hannah, Ester, Ruth, and Olivia. Four beautiful women throwing themselves at him simply because of a bit of luck and a mistaken address. He found himself thinking about their lovely bodies as much as the anticipation of seeing Erin later that night.
He rubbed his cock a few times and then sat back up. He needed to get at least another page written on his thesis before he got distracted. Looking at his notes, he steeled himself to working while horny and started typing.
To his surprise, the words flowed quickly and he found himself finding ways to tie his various observations together. Old arguments with Hannah fell apart as he wove a thread of greed and luck through Benning's life.
It was probably his best work since he arrived in America.
Someone cleared her throat. He looked up to see Hannah standing in the door, arms folded over her chest and a scowl on her face. She looked uncomfortable in the door instead of her usual barging in as she usually did.
That morning, she had decided on a skirt that clung to her hips beautifully, with the fabric straining to contain her soft belly and wide hips. Her blouse, a cream material with little flower patterns, struggled with her bust with the buttons pulling the fabric tight in ripples that highlighted her tits and caused her nipples to stick up from the material. Given the tightness of her outfit, he knew that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra.
“A word?” she said in a low, tense voice.
John wondered if he had pushed her too much. He glanced around her to see if the campus police were standing behind her, but the hallway was completely empty. He returned his attention to her. “May I help you?”
Hannah clenched her jaw for a moment. “I was wrong last night.”
Intrigued and elated, John made a show of saving his document before turning to her. “And?”
“You have the right to date whoever you want.” The muscles in her jaw flexed. “Though I disagree with your choices, I'm willing to look past it.”
“Why?”
Hannah glared at him. The grip of her arms tightened and pushed her breasts up. “You know why,” she said tensely.
“I want to hear it, Hannah. Out of your mouth. Be nice and clear. I mean, you did storm off last night after what was a simple request.” He grinned. “I wouldn't want any misunderstandings between us.”
She took a long, deep sigh. Slowly twisting her hips like a younger girl, she looked up at the ceiling. “Fine, I want you to continue to breeding my girls. They need it. They need you.”
He almost came at the quiet, desperate words. There was a delicious power he had over her and he had no intent in letting it pass without a lot of fun. Leaning back, he chuckled. “That's it? You just want me to plant my seed in their bellies?”
She inhaled sharply.
“Hannah? Is there something else?”
“I hate it when you call me that.”
“I know, Hannah, but that's where we are, right now, aren't we?”
She shot a glare at him and then nodded.
“Now… Hannah… is the only thing you want me to do is drive my hard cock into your daughter's pussies? Is that the only place you want me to penetrate? The only spot that needs my cum?”
She made a delicious shudder. “No.”
Behind her, John saw Erin peeking her head out of her office. The look of confusion quickly turned into a curiosity.
John forced his attention to her. “what else, Hannah?”
His uptight advisor screwed her face for a moment. “Fine, I can't stop thinking about your damn cock. I want it in me.”
“You gave me head—”
“I want it in my vagina and you know it!” She jerked and glanced over her shoulder.
Erin ducked in her office before Hannah saw her.
Then his advisor turned. “Now,” she said in a lower voice. “There were… mistakes made last night and I'm willing to make amends. I just want it…” Her eyes softened. “Please, I need it. Every time I close my eyes, all I can think about is how you would feel inside me.”
She pushed her wire-frame glasses up her nose. “Please?”
Hard with power, John stood up. His pants were tented with his excitement as he came around his desk.
Hannah's eyes widened as she stared at his package. Then as he stopped in front of her, she slowly drew her eyes up. She was breathing deep, each inhalation causing her lovely breasts to rise up for his enjoyment.
He breathed in her perfume and enjoyed the look of hunger in her eyes. “I'm going to fuck you, Hannah. Just like you wanted.”
“Oh, thank you.” She reached out.
“But first, get on your knees.”
She froze. Trembling, she looked up.
He gave her a serious look even though inwardly he was aching to fuck her hard and fast. “I told you last night how this was going to start. Now, before I do fuck you silly, you're going to do exactly what I said.”
A torn look crossed her face before she looked down. “P-Please don't, that's disgusting.”
John didn't want her to avoid his gaze. He reached out and caught her chin, levering it up until they were looking again. “Who's cock is it, Hannah?”
Behind her, Erin was once again peeking into the hallway from her voice. She had a blush on her cheeks and a wide grin on her face.
Hannah trembled against his finger. “Y-Yours.”
“And you want it inside you, don't you?”
His tight-ass advisor squirmed. “Y… Yes.”
“And you want it in your daughters?”
With a gasp, she looked at him. “You wouldn't deny them because of me?”
“You are their mother. If you aren't behind this, then why would I risk anything else?”
Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Fine, I'll do it.”
John grinned as he fought the urge to stroke his achingly hard cock. “Do what, Hannah?”
“I'll suck you.”
“There is more than that.”
“I… I'll lick your asshole.” He could hear the reluctance in her voice and it only made him harder.
“A little more. I want you to debase yourself and eat my ass until I can't take it anymore. I want you to remember who's in charge right now. Then, I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard and fast until I come in that beautiful cunt of yours.”
She whimpered. With heaving breasts, she swallowed loudly and then nodded.
“Now, before I fill your quim with cum, what do you want to do first? Suck my cock or eat my ass?”
She licked her lips.
“Come on, you're the one asking for forgiveness. Either suck up or let me write. I'm on a roll with Benning's time in England while he's negotiating with his creditors.” He grinned knowing that it was a sore topic of hers.
A flicker of annoyance crossed her face. “Can you come more than once?”
“Do you mean can you use my cum to wash out your mouth after eating my ass?”
She shuddered but then nodded.
“Yes, trust me. I'm barely holding on as it is right now. How are you going to start?”
Hannah panted as she nodded. “Your ass.”
John finally released her. “Well then. How about I run to the bathroom and give things a quick wash? No reason to be that disgusting.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “I'll meet you in my office.”
“No.”
Her body tensed, her eyes widening.
“Sit here like a student waiting for the teacher. Right here, in my office.” He reached out and caught the top button of her blouse. As she tensed, he started to open it up to reveal the generous tits that were beginning to be sucked underneath. The button almost flew open underneath his fingertips.
“But what about others?” she whimpered.
“You made me wait enough times.” He unbuttoned the second row and tugged them apart. “Strangers will think you are just a hot MILF waiting to talk to me.”
She turned to look down the hall.
Erin ducked her head back into her office.
“What about… her?”
“Well, you better hope Erin doesn't catch you on your knees. That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?”
The look of fear sealed her fate, there was no question that John was going to pull Erin into his torture of his uptight boss. Maybe a little pussy licking would calm Hannah down. He grinned and released the third button before trailing his fingers up along the smooth curves of her cleavage. “I'll be right back.”
It took him about ten minutes to clean himself up. As much as he wanted to feel her mouth on him, he wasn't cruel and didn't really want there to be a mess. He just wanted a debased advisor submitting to him before he got what he also wanted, to be balls deep in her pussy.
When he came back, the anticipation felt alive in the air. He slowed down briefly to look in Erin's office.
She hand one hand underneath her desk and a flush on her cheeks. She looked up with surprise and started to say something but he held up a finger to indicate to wait. She smiled curiously and pulled her hand up to reveal dripping fingers.
Loving the sexual energy that had taken over their quiet building, he took his time walking to his office. He could see Hannah sitting in one of the guest chairs, her bare knees pressed together and her tits sticking in sight. She looked nervous and scared at the same time, something that he didn't think he could imagine before his luck changed.
She stood up as he entered his office. In one hand, she had one of the cushions from a couch outside of his door. Sweat glistened off her brow as she looked at him pleadingly.
John chuckled. “I'm not a monster. Come on, around the other side of my desk.”
She reached for the door but he held up his hand. “Open door policy, remember?”
Hannah ground her teeth.
“Your rules, Hannah. That door stays open at all times.”
“What if…?”
“Don't worry, I'm not going to make much noise.”
Hannah glanced nervously down the hallway as she lead the way around his desk. The office was cramped and there wasn't much space on the other side. “H-How are we going to do this?”
“Well, let's move this chair out of the way,” he said as he pulled it out. It rolled into the wall with a little bump before stopping. Taking the cushion from her hand, he tossed it where the chair was.
Hannah took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Scared?”
She nodded, blushing hotly.
“Don't worry, I'm not interested in being in the news any more than you. So, we're going to have a little illicit but very fun time together. And I promise you, even if I come in that pretty mouth of yours, there is going to be plenty of cum in your cunt by the time you leave this office again.”
Hannah giggled nervously. She stepped over to the cushion, turned once, and then nodded.
John came to her and palmed her breasts. Her nipples were puffy and hard, soft mounds that were a delight to touch. He ran his fingertips along the flowered fabric before unbuttoning her shirt. “Wouldn't want you to get messy.”
She smiled hesitantly.
“I don't hate you, Hannah.”
“It feels like it.”
“You've been a bitch.”
She stared at him and he could see thoughts flashing in her eyes.
“But right now, you are the most beautiful woman I see.” At one point, he just wanted to see her suffer for being a bitch, but he was honest with his words.
Hannah smiled, blinking at the tears in her eyes. She held up her hands and he took them, balancing her as she sank down to her knees. The sight of her below him, her blouse pulled aside to reveal her voluptuous breasts and hard nipples almost pushed him to come.
She gulped. “Be nice.”
“Just enjoy it, I promise I'll make it worth your while.” Then with a wink, he turned around and unbuckled his pants. Pulling them down, he let his aching cock free and stepped out of them to spread his legs.
It felt surreal being naked from the waist down, but it was almost exciting as he gathered up his notes before bending over his desk. His buttocks swung back right into her outstretched hands.
She was gentle as she stroked his cheeks, sliding her palms along one side and the other. Her breath teased his balls and thighs, giving him a hint of what was about to arrive.
John looked up to see Erin peeking out of her office. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. He grinned at her and spread his legs even further apart.
Hannah's breath grew hotter against his skin. Then she gently pried his ass cheeks apart. The first touch of hot breath against his sphincter and perineum was intense, like a wash of pleasure of sinking into a hot bath for the first time.
Then she drew close. Her large breasts bumped against the back of his thighs. Her breath got hotter as he heard her take a tentative sniff. Then the soft caress of something against his inner cheeks.
His cock jumped at the touch. He wanted to reach down to touch it but didn't. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Erin even as his attention was drawn to the increasingly firmer touches.
Erin pushed herself out of her office. Standing up, she took a few steps closer, mouthing “oh my god” silently.
He grinned at her.
Then Hannah's tongue was up against his recently-cleaned sphincter. It was hot and wet as it flickered out, tracing along hyper-sensitive nerves.
His eyes blurred as he shivered.
She gave another lick, this one more firmly. Her hands clutched his inner cheeks as she nestled her face between his buttocks and licked harder. With every movement, her large breasts ground against his legs, making him even harder.
John fought the urge to moan.
Erin was almost at his door. She lifted herself up on her toes to peer over him. Then she looked at him in shock. She mouthed “licking your ass?”
He grinned and pushed back.
Hannah pried him even further apart and lapped harder, shoving her face in with a wet slurp as she began to lave his asshole with wet, sloppy smacks. Her enthusiasm grew as she moved her entire body with her lapping. With every stroke, her breasts ground up and down his legs and he could feel her nose teasing his tail bone.
Erin glanced around and then pulled her own skirt up with one hand. She was wearing thigh-high stockings with a delightful straps of garters. Nestled between the black lace was a pair of bright red panties. Even from the distance, he could see they were soaked. She shoved leaned against the side of his door and shoved her fingers into the furrow of her sex before stroking her clitoris rapidly.
Behind him, Hannah hesitated.
He froze, unsure of what she was going to do.
Then, his advisor shoved her mouth widely against his asshole and burrowed her tongue directly into his hole. It was slick and hot as it squirmed in deep. Every touch was intense, a pulsating pleasure that sent tremors down his entire length.
Unable to resist, John moaned.
Hannah batted his ass once.
“S-Sorry,” he said in a whisper.
“Fuck,” mouthed Erin, her fingers working frantically at her sex.
Apparently unaware that they had an audience, Hannah began to slurp and suck at his asshole. Every wet pressure, every burrowing thrust of her tongue, was more than he could ever imagine. The pleasure grew inside him quickly and soon he realized he was dangerously close to coming just from her oral ministrations.
He could feel his cock drooling. No doubt there was a puddle in his pants just from the pleasure that caused long strands of clear fluids to dangle from the end. He may have never been rimmed before, but he was instantly a fan and already planning on experiencing it again.
Erin pulled her fingers from her pussy. They were dripping just like his cock. She looked longingly and then mouthed while pointing over his head toward Hannah, “me too?”
He thought for a moment and then nodded. With one hand, he gestured toward the bathrooms.
Erin was gone in an instant
It was the right time as Hannah pulled back, panting loudly as she stood there. Her hot breath teased his sopping crack as she let out a soft moan. “Is… that what you wanted?”
John levered himself up and then turned around. His cock was a shocking red from his hardness and it felt bigger than he had ever felt it before. The helmet of his shaft was smooth and swollen as long strands continued to dribble out.
He tried to come up with words but then just pointed down.
Hannah, still panting, lowered her gaze and smiled. “Good.”
John finally found his voice. “It wasn't too bad?”
There was a brief glare. “Not anything I want to do every day, but… I enjoyed it a little. Not as much as I'm going to enjoy this.” She reached out and caught his balls with one hand. With a smooth gesture, she opened her mouth and took his cock into the heated depths of her mouth.
John strained not to orgasm just from the softness of her lips or the wet confines as she drew him to the back of her throat. A few inches of his shaft remained outside. When she pulled back, there was a red mark of her lipstick marking how far she had taken him.
Hannah grinned around his shaft and bobbed back down, taking more into her lips as his head ground along the back of her throat. Then another bob. She thrust her face down on his shaft with more force, driving it up against the friction of her throat.
John moaned loudly. Gripping his desk with one hand, he reached out to hold the back of Hannah's head lightly. He didn't want to force her, but it made it easier to take her thrusts as she planted her face into his stomach repeatedly.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned.
Hannah's cheeks were blushing as she began to rotate her lips over his cock, bobbing down at one angle and then up at another. Every thrust brought new pleasures of her soft lips and softer body against his skin.
He had to strain his inner muscles to avoid blowing his load too quickly. Though, it was only a matter of moments before he wouldn't be able to resist. “Fuck, fuck,” he whispered underneath his breath.
Hannah popped his cock out of her mouth. “Where do you want to come?”
There were too many places he wanted to come at that moment, but he had to decide. He stared into her lust-filled eyes and hoped that he would have enough time to do all of them. With a grin, he said, “All over your face. And then inside that cunt of yours.”
“Good,” she said before swallowing his shaft again. This time, she forced it deep into her throat. She ground down, forcing it deeper as she sought to take in his root. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he watched as her red lips take his entire length.
Then, with a surge, she buried her face tight against his belly. His entire cock was inside her and he was balls deep inside his advisor.
His hand tightened on the back of her head as he ground his hips into her, keeping his entire length buried in the clenching throat that clenched him like a glove. With every twitch of her body, his orgasm came rushing up and he had to clench his muscles to make it last just a little longer.
Her hands gripped his thighs.
Thinking she needed to breath, he started to relax.
She yanked him tighter against her face as she opened her mouth wide. Her lips caressed his balls. She yanked him harder, choking herself on his cock.
John took the hint. Grabbing her head with both of his hands, he jammed her tight against his cock. His cock pulsed. He forced her back an inch and then slammed her back into his cock. The feeling of his cock head escaping her throat and then penetrating it again pushed him closer. With a grunt, he did it again, yanked her back and slammed her hand. Soon, he was skull-fucking with short almost brutal strokes.
A groan escaped his lips. His cock felt so hard and huge inside her.
She gagged violently on his cock.
He rammed it in again.
Another gag, then the pressure on his thighs lessened.
Fighting his orgasm with all his might, he slammed her back down as he tried to get every part of his cock into her mouth. If he could, he would have shoved his balls in too but they were too much for his submissive slut.
Then it was too much.
The first spurt sprayed the back of her throat. With a groan, he yanked her off just in time for the second rope of cum to smack across her face, painting a line from eyebrow to lips.
He groaned as he held her tightly in place. His cock sprayed her again, painting line after line across her face, lips, and throat. It was thick and brilliant white, a stunning look on his formerly bitchy advisor.
“Bloody fuck!” he groaned as it kept coming, layer after layer glazing her face until it rolled off her cheeks onto her cleavage and a small pool of it gathered in her open mouth.
The world spun around him from his effort as the orgasm slowed and then stopped. He stood there, shaking like a leaf as he stared down at his cum-covered bitch. Each pant that ripped out of this throat caused his swollen cock to jump and a small glob of cum to ooze out of the end.
Hannah had to use her fingers to scoop the cum from her eyes. Blinking through cum-coated eyelashes, she stared up at him before swallowing the cum in her mouth. When she opened it, there was only a strand still dangling from her upper lip. She brought a thick glob of cum to her lips and sucked it clean. “Happy?”
John let out a weak laugh. “Getting there.”
“So much, is there anything left for my vagina like you promised?”
After such an intense orgasm, he wasn't sure but he wasn't going to give up until he could. He nodded and released her head. “A deal is a deal.”
She reached up and he took her hand before pulling her up to her feet.
Hannah smiled. “You really came….” Her voice trailed off as she looked to the side.
Half afraid it was the police or someone else, John glanced over to see that Erin had returned. The door was closed behind her, a clear violation of Hannah's rules, but the look of lust on her face was just as blatant.
“Shit,” Hannah whispered.
Erin gulped as she forced her mouth close. Then she grinned. “Looks like you got something on your face… Hannah.”
“Look, Erin, this isn't—” Hannah held up a hand even as she fumbled with her blouse.
“It sounded like you just begged John to fuck your face and then he covered you in mayo.” Erin grinned. “I'm pretty sure we had to go to a class about advisors fucking their students.”
“Now look—” Hannah started angrily.
“Hannah,” John interrupted. He stepped to the side and then grabbed Hannah by her hips.
“John, what—?”
He guided her forward until her hips were just touching his desk and she was facing Erin. His hand stroked along her back up to her neck. “Listen, just listen.”
Hannah was blushing hotly as she turned at him. Her body squirmed underneath his touch and he could tell that she was dripping wet.
“Last night, I told you to…” He hesitated, unsure of Erin's response if she found out that he was fucking Hannah's daughters or that Hannah was forcing her own daughter to submit. “… I told you to eat someone's ass for practice, remember?”
Hannah's eyes flashed to Erin, then she looked back with a pleading look. “Not her, please? Please? I did what you told.”
In the corner of his eye, he could tell that Erin was just as lust-filled as Hannah. He gave his advisor his best serious look. “Who's cock is it?”
“Y-Yours.”
“And where do you want it?”
“In… in my vagina.”
“That's right. So, if I tell you to eat someone out, what do you do?”
There was a hesitation, a resistance. Then she sighed. “I'll do what you say.”
He smiled and ran a finger over her cum-covered cheek. He pushed the glob over to her lips where she obediently sucked it clean. “Now, I'm going to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours but I want you to do what you are told.”
Hannah's shoulders tensed, then she let out a sigh. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
She shook under his touch then kissed his finger.
John's cock twitched with anticipation. He didn't know how much cum was left but he was going to fuck her even if it was agony to shove his hypersensitive cock into her tight wetness. “Now, I think I may have pushed you last night. Erin would make a wonderful substitute. So get on your back on my desk with your head where she can sit on it—”
Erin let out a little coo of pleasure. Then she started to yank off her skirt.
“And your legs right over the edge because I want to feel them up on my shoulders when I fuck your pussy. Okay?”
“W-What if she tells someone?” Hannah whispered. “She would ruin us.”
John gestured to Erin who had kicked off her skirt to reveal her bare pussy framed by her black garters and thigh-highs. Her sex was fringed with curls of her hair and completely soaked with her desire.
“Is she going to tell people she sat on your face as you ate her out?”
“Fuck no,” Erin said with a laugh.
Hannah relaxed slightly. “No, she wouldn't.”
“Don't worry. I think you two both want the same thing and we're adults here. Right? Erin locked the door so no one is going to interrupt this little department meeting.”
Erin stroked her fingers along her sex before she nodded. Then she gasped and turned to lock the door.
“Right?” he asked Hannah, squeezing her breast.
“Yes.”
“Now, come on, you know you want this,” he said as he flicked his still swollen cock against her ass. It left a wet smear. “Up on the table and on your back.”
Remembering the cushion, he knelt down to kiss her ass while retrieving it. Even with everything, the smell of her wet pussy was intoxicating. It wouldn't be long before he was between her thighs also. He grinned as he stood up and saw that both Erin and Hannah were moving his notes and busts carefully to the side. Tossing the cushion on it, he patted her ass. “Come on, up on the table like a good girl.”
Hannah gave him a brief glare. “I prefer being called ‘Hannah’ over 'girl.'”
“You are definitely not a girl. You are all woman. So… Hannah, get up on the table so I can fuck all my cum into your pussy.”
He held her body as she crawled up on the table. When she was briefly on her knees, he could see that her pussy was swollen with desire and splayed open to reveal the dripping pink inside. He grinned and ran his finger along her length.
Hannah moaned before she rolled over. Her large breasts rolled to the side. She looked humiliated as she rested with her head over the far edge of the table. Sperm dripped from her face and she made to wipe it.
“No, no,” Erin said. “I want that right in my gash.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, it's the only thing I've been thinking about all night.”
Hannah gave a hesitant smile. “Me too.”
“Well, since John is going to be giving you a hot injection in a second, how about I sit on your face and you shove as much of his cream as you can into my twat?”
Hannah gulped. “Not your ass?”
Erin bent over. Her lips were only inches from Hannah's dripping ones. “Well, I wouldn't mind if that pretty face of yours got in there too. It was really hot seeing John moaning and I love ass play as much as any other girl. So how about you just lick and slurp everything you find down there? Please?”
Hannah hesitated.
John decided to push it by lifting her thick legs and resting them on his shoulder. He enjoyed running his hands along the smooth skin as he parted them and looked down at his cock only inches away from her pussy.
Hannah moaned.
Erin straightened and turned around. Spreading her legs, she rested her hands against his office door and backed her pussy and ass up to Hannah's face. Their connection with a wet slurp, a moan, and then Erin's perfect ass was grinding against Hannah's face.
Hannah's throat gulped once.
Erin let out a moan. “Oh, fuck!” Her firm ass tensed as she ground back. The sperm from John's early orgasm was smeared everywhere, coating her skin, garters, and stockings.
John levered his cock into the heated wetness of Hannah's sex and then pushed inside. There was only a hint of friction as he plunged into her tightness. It was hot and wonderful as he bottomed out on the first stroke.
Hannah's body tensed and then her hips rocked on his cock.
He was still sore from his orgasm, but he had to give his all. He gripped her thighs tightly and began to pump into her. It was slowly and steady at first but soon he was pounding into her sex as he tried to once again bury his entire length with every stroke.
Erin moaned as she ground back on Hannah's face. She arched her back and her hips lowered. He could see Hannah's mouth sliding from Erin's cunt to her ass.
Without hesitating, Hannah lapped and sucked at the tight sphincter presented to her. Her tongue flashed between movements of her jaw and he saw more sperm and saliva being smeared around as she ceaselessly worked at the tight opening.
Erin's moan was deep and primal, a throaty sound of pleasure. Her fingers clutched at his door frame, holding the wood tightly until her knuckles turned white. From her profile, he could see her eyes closed as she pressed her lips against the door.
John continued to pump Hannah, encouraging and fucking her. He wanted to come inside her, to plant his seed deep in her womb and knock her up. He didn't know if it was the solution affecting him or anything else, but the hungry desire to make his mark drove him to pound her with hard strokes.
Hannah came on his cock, her entire body tensing as she gripped Erin's hips tightly and her cunt squeezed down on his shaft.
It pushed him closer to an orgasm, a rock-hard ache that plunged into her, but he couldn't push himself to reach it. It was frustrating as he felt his own body failing him. Steeling himself, he continued to drive into her, fucking the sloppy hole with hard, deep strokes.
Ahead of him, Erin came again with a cry. She forced herself back on Hannah's face, enveloping their boss with her cheeks. A long wail escaped her lips as she rocked back and forth, using Hannah to bring herself to another one and then another.
It wasn't long before Hannah started to pat Erin's side. The fingers became more insistent as the older woman's body grew tighter and the muscles began to flex in her legs and belly.
“Erin,” he groaned.
Erin moaned as she levered herself up. Thick strands of cum and juices peeled off from the insides of her buttocks and from her pussy. There was juices everywhere and he could hear it splattering to the floor between each stroke.
She turned and knelt down to Hannah who was gasping. Her lips lowered and they kissed. “You were just as amazing of a bitch as I thought you'd be.”
Hannah whimpered as she clutched the table.
Erin looked up and then a playful smile crossed her face. Standing up, she strolled around the table.
John watched her as he continued to drive into her. He couldn't give up.
Coming up behind him, Erin whispered in his ear, “Mind willing, body failing?”
John glared at her.
Her hand trailed down his back. “Don't worry, I know how to make you fill her up to the brim.”
He didn't know what she meant until her fingers delved between his buttocks. He inhaled as she found his asshole. It was still wet and sloppy with Hannah's oral attention.
Erin kissed him. “Fuck her,” she said, “knock that bitch up.”
Hannah moaned as he drove into her. She didn't look up as she clutched the table and writhed in passion.
Then Erin's fingers pressed against his sphincter. Wet and lubricated, they slid easily inside. The pressure was intense and sudden—John had occasionally fingered himself while masturbating but it didn't feel even remotely as erotic as when Erin drove her two fingers into him. The forbidden pleasure, the tightness, everything was exhilarating.
His cock grew even harder, swelling up until he thought it was going to explode.
She moved with him, curling up until she seemed to hit some button that caused an intense burst of pleasure deep inside his balls.
John didn't care anymore. He focused his attention on Hannah and pounded with all his might. With every thrust in, Erin shoved her fingers deep against his prostate and starts exploded across his vision. When he withdrew, she pulled back with him but it felt her fingers where burrowing even deeper inside him.
He groaned as he lost himself in the animistic urge to breed. Every movement, every thrust, every twist of Erin's digits, pushed him close to an orgasm that felt unreal and a bitch that needed to be bred. The desk underneath them began to jerk with the movement and the wet smack filled the air.
John's shaft was so hard he could feel it smacking directly against Hannah's cervix. The bump at the end, the final gate to her fertile womb, was there and he wanted to impale it with all his might.
Erin moaned and then kissed his shoulders. She shoved her hands deep in his ass and up against his prostate. The final thump was enough and he felt the cum exploded up his shaft.
With a growl, he rammed his cock deep into Hannah's cunt. It smashed against her womb and he held it there, fingers digging deep, as he blasted hot jet after jet of cum directly against her cervix.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.
Hannah let out a cry as she came again on his shaft, squeezing it tightly as if to force more of his sperm into her depths.
He shuddered as he held it there, every muscle of his body working to force spurt after spurt into the willing hole. It felt like a fire hose, one that was barely under control. He growled as he closed his eyes to enjoy the painful pleasure that tore out of him.
Erin continued to massage his prostate, forcing every drop out of his insides until he was completely drained. Then she slipped out with a sigh.
The animistic urge faded and he stood there, balls deep, and panted.
Hannah lifted her head. “Thank you,” she said in a hoarse voice before slumping back. Her pussy clenched and squeezed his length but it was obvious that they were all finally sated.
He slipped out. His cock was limp.
A flood of cum poured out of her gaping hole.
Erin and he stared at it as it bubbled and forth before puddling on the desk. A moment later, it began to splatter to the ground.
He staggered to the side and sat down on the chair.
Erin panted as she gestured to his cock. “Need me to clean it?”
John chuckled and shook his head. “Let's let him rest.”
She took the few steps over to him and leaned over, her heavy breasts swinging. “Good, because I expect to see that much cum pouring out of me after our date.”
He looked up at her and then pulled her into a kiss. It was soft, sweet, and short. When the broke, he whispered to her, “Thank you for the helping hand.”
“Any time. I hope to do it again.” She said. “After all, I love ass play as much as every other girl.”