The Second Load

I'd just gotten in from work, what a day I'd had...a business meeting lunch that was going well until a manager from the other team made an overt comment about my cleavage.  About that same time, some of my shrimp cocktail sauce fell right off the shrimp and onto my rack encased in my blue dress blouse. 

I felt like taking my 5 inch stilletto heel and grinding it into the other manager's toes, but I held back, smiled and kept on chatting about our business proposal.  Once I'd completed my presentation, I tried dabbing some icewater on my blouse to remove the stain to no avail.  Greg, the manager from the other team, said "Baby looks like you might need something more than water, so that stain won't set in."  He offered that he had some stain remover wipes in his company car for just such problems and asked if I wanted to use one. 

I was desperate to get that stain out and followed him to the car after the meeting lunch ended.   I didn't care for Greg one bit as he'd made the overtly sexual comment that caused the droppage of my cocktail sauce in the first place, but seemed like he was trying to make amends.  As we walked to his car in the back of the parking lots, we chatted.  He mentioned that he really was delighted to be able to help me out and he seemed a little too giddy about the prospect of letting me use a stain wipe.  I didn't think too much about it though as we arrived to the car and he opened the passenger side door for me to sit down.   Greg reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a string of stain wipes and handed me a couple.  As he was standing by the door, I noticed a bulge in his pants that seemed to be very thick and long.  I tried to ignore the bulge but it was right at my eye level. 

I reached into my blouse and held the material to try to get a better angle to work on the stain and realized I was probably showing more cleavage than ever.  I said to hell with it and went to stand up out of the car.  Greg said, "Here, let me help you out a bit, I seem the touch when it comes to getting out stains."  Greg put one hand inside my blouse and his hand touched my black fishnet bra, trimmed with lace.  I looked up at his lips and they seemed awfully inviting.  He kept working the stain but in the process he was hitting my tits randomly and driving me wild.  Finally, I said, "Greg, that stain isn't getting any better."  Greg looked at me and threw the wipe on the ground beside the car. 

It was late afternoon and the parking lot was almost bare the lunch crowd had left the restaurant a couple hours ago.  Greg said, "Baby, I didn't really think this wipe would help that stain but I was dying to get you alone."  Greg leaned in for a kiss and I had a hard time determining if his bulge or his lips hit me first.  But between the two, I was a hot mess.  I caught myself leaning into Greg more and enjoying every second of his tongue exploring mine.  He finally leaned back on his heels, his cock still bulging and said, "See what you've done to me, naughty girl, flashing your cleavage and letting me touch your tits."  He said then, "Bend over I need to hike up your skirt and see those lovely stockings you have on."  Greg kept on chiding me and said that I was such a tease crossing my legs at the business meeting lunch and flashing the garters to all those hot horny businessmen including himself.   He said I really knew what I was doing and it was part of my ploy to get them all hooked on my presentation.  I was shocked and smacked Greg right across the face hard.  Greg grabbed my hand and put it behind my back and forced my skirt up over the garters.  He said, "See, there they are, those black stockings and garters." 

He fumbled his way between my legs and found my fishnet panties dripping wet.  He unzipped his zipper and pulled my fishnet panties to the side and started pumping my wetness with his thick long cock.  Pushed over into the seat with my arm restrained behind me, I was in heaven.  Greg didn't know me well enough to know, but I was enjoying his domination and let it continue until he filled my pussy with cum.  Greg threw some more wipes at me as I was straightening my stockings and skirt and said "Here babe, you might need these too."  I said "Thanks Greg for the wipes, but this blouse is heading straight for the washer when I get home." 

I'd called you from my cell phone to tell you about the rough day I'd had and I was sure to highlight details of Greg having his way with me in the parking lot.  You were eager to get home as quickly as possible, you loved giving me sloppy seconds.  I'd already started running the washer full of water and adding detergent when you arrived.  I'd already pulled up my skirt and had my panties around my ankles just waiting for your familiar cock to fill my hole.  Mmmmm...much better now, I leaned into the already agitating washer and let the vibrations run through me everytime your cock thrust against me.  I couldn't hardly wait to get my second load.

Today's member's area update has 120 large explicit photos of me in my blue button down business blouse, black pencil skirt and black peep toe heels.  Underneath my business attire, you'll find a sexy hot fishnet bra and pantyset with garter belt.  My DD tits are barely contained and my fat pussy lips peek out of the fishnet panties.  The garters are attached to sheer black thigh high stockings.  I finger myself to orgasm right on top of the washer and dryer.  

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