You fuck Jose
From Create Your Own Story
You back away from Jose into the corner behind the large chiller cabinet. "Come over here," you tell him, beckoning him towards you with one hand while you use the other to cup your right breast, index finger circling the nipple. Jose's eyes widen, and after managing to tear his eyes away from your breasts for a moment to check that you're alone in the kitchen, he follows you.
"So you've seen them," you whisper into his ear when he reaches you, "and felt them. Do you like them?"
It seems for a moment like Jose can't find the words to answer. Then he swallows and says, "Hell, yes." Suddenly, he looks serious; now he's not looking into anything but your eyes. "I've wanted you since the day you started working here. But I didn't think you were so ... adventurous," he finishes, and you wonder what he was originally going to say.
"I'm not normally," you admit, "but ... well, maybe I'll explain later. Right now you just need to know that I want you too, right now." That sentence got tangled on its way from your brain to your lips -- Jose's close proximity, your awareness of his breath on your neck, his hardening cock just inches away from you inside his pants, is stopping you thinking straight. You try to explain again. "As in, I want you right--"
Jose decides to stop your babbling with a kiss, and you respond enthusiastically, tangling your fingers in his hair as he puts his hands back on your tits. He copies the motion you were making earlier around your nipple, then suddenly puts each of them between thumb and forefinger and pinches both of them at the same time. You give a loud squeal, and Jose steps back for a moment. "Sorry, I--"
"No, no, it was good," you say, "I just wasn't expecting it." He still looks unsure. "Do it again."
He squeezes them more slowly this time, but building up to an even greater pressure, and you give a deep groan as he does so. "You like that," he says, much more confident now. "You like me to take control."
"Yes," you breathe. "Fuck, yes." He squeezes even tighter and you bite his lip as he kisses you again.
"You show me your tits to get me all excited," he says. "And you've been showing me your ass in that indecent dress all day ..." Suddenly his hands aren't on your breasts anymore, and he's moved them down to grab your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh.
"Hey!" you protest. "This is a perfectly respectable outfit."
Jose laughs. "With no bra? And no panties either, it feels like." His hands explore quickly to check you're not wearing some tiny thong, brushing against the bottom of your pussy in the process. "I don't think so." He smiles wolfishly at you. "You're a pricktease."
You smile back at him, and boldly grab his crotch. "It's not teasing if your prick gets what it wants."
"What my prick wants is to fuck you, right here, right now."
You don't say anything; his only answer comes from your fumbling with his pants to loosen them enough to release his cock. You pump it a couple of times, discovering that it's already very hard. Jose kisses you again, and uses his hands on your ass to lift you up against the wall at just the right height for him to enter you. He flicks up the hem of your dress and moves towards you, planting his mouth against your neck to kiss you. You arch your back against the wall, desperate for his cock to be inside your pussy. For a moment, it seems like he's the one determined to tease you, but then he thrusts into you. You've gotten so wet from all the buildup that it's like a hot knife through butter, almost too smooth to feel everything you want to.
To intensify the sensations, you wrap your legs around his hips. In response, he gives your neck a playful nibble. "Fuck me," you say, and he gives an extra powerful thrust. "Fuck me," you say again a little later, and there's another surge in his fucking. You turn it into a chant. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in time with each slide into your willing cunt. You can tell it's turning him on immensely.
All too soon, Jose's thrusts become frenzied, making you lose the rhythm of your chant. "I'm going to come," he gasps.
Do you:
- nod silently to let him know he can finish inside you
- get down on your knees to take his load in your mouth
- tell him to come all over your breasts
| Status | ||
| Day | 2 | Clothing |
| Health | Getting fucked | |
