Embellishment or is it?

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Stupefied by arousal, she stood there, staring at the door, clutching yet another piece of paper, wondering if she had imagined that encounter too. But the hurried scribble of an address some mere three miles away showed her that this was no fantasy.
She turned away from the door, slumping into the wall and closed her eyes.

She needed a wank.

The memory of his hardened cock as she sensed its wetness was too much to bear. She clutched herself hard to hold on to the feeling that she was now experiencing, her palm stretched over her pussy and between her thighs, pushing, holding, experiencing. Would it disperse? Could she just ignore this incredibly urgent need to fuck herself?
But was fucking herself enough?
It would have to be.

She returned to her papers and shoved them emphatically into her bag. She gathered her cardigan from the chair and made her way towards the exit.
As she did so, the door opened and he glared at her; no trace of a smile, just an indomitable gaze that she understood.
Without warning, he undid his zip and pulled out his cock, firmly gripping it, rapidly rubbing it until its length was exaggerated with this action. She stared intently as she saw the translucent thread of juice escape, as though making way for the eruption of spunk that was impending. He continued to jerk at himself, clearly energised by the unbelievable situation he had initiated.

She stood before him, out of reach, whilst she watched his sizable cock waggle around irrationally in his grasp. His face was responding to his arousal. Still he stared but a glimmer of a smile was returning to his face.
She lifted her skirt to grab the sides of her panties, and slipped them to the floor. Stepping out of them, she tossed them in his direction, towards the hand that was not consumed with energetic fucking.
Expertly caught, he hoisted them to his face and smothered his nose within the black silk, deeply inhaling her essence, rubbing harder on his reddened cock, madly wanting to fuck her.

She climbed onto the table, resting her arse where her papers had previously been. She opened her legs and gathered her skirt towards her waist, revealing her fanny to him as his eyes darted towards this newly invited territory. She thrust her fingers inside herself and vigorously rubbed, mirroring his urgency. She curved her fingers towards her g-spot, feeling the arousal but knowing that she would have to withdraw in case she wet herself.

He moved towards her, still wanking, pushing her thigh further away from its partner.
He looked intently at the cunt in front of him, and with his free hand, he pulled hers from its hole. Immediately, he sidled his own fingers inside her, replacing her own that now flopped redundantly on the table. Expertly, he curved his long fingers up towards her cervix, tapping forcefully and perpetually on her engorged spot.
She was incapable of controlling herself. Instinctive functions took over. She arched her back, hands behind her as she allowed him to fuck her hard with his fingers, all the time continuing to rub his dick in simultaneous rhythm.

Suddenly, she bit a silent scream and looked down in astonishment to see cascades of water bursting forth, spraying everything in front of her, splashing his clothes, soaking his hand that was still firmly clutching his fucking big cock, saturating his hand that was plugging her gushes.
This was fucking unbelievable.
She’d never cum like this before and she was utterly shocked at the flow from her fanny.

Without warning again, he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, turned in profile to her and continued to ram his hand up and down his cock. With a muted groan, he raised both hands above his head, freeing his dick to spurt its spunk straight across the room in a silvery, slithery stream.
It was the horniest thing she had ever seen and she simply gazed in astonishment at what she had just witnessed.

He slumped down, resting his hands on the chair, curving, head down to take a breath, sighing with overwhelming satisfaction.

Together they paused, collecting their thoughts, allowing their independent orgasms to work their way through body and mind.

Nothing was said.

Eventually, he lifted his head, composed himself and stuffed his flaccid cock back inside his pants, wiping away the remnants of her cum and rezipped his trousers.
He pulled the chair to sit between her still outstretched thighs, and gazed intently at her wet pubes and the darkness of an as yet unseen fuck hole. Placing one hand on her right thigh, he looked up at her and smiled.

“There’s more” he said, eyeing her face and then her fanny. She leant down and kissed him as he brushed her labia aside and poked a solitary finger inside her, feeling her folds of skin engulf it. He moved his mouth from one set of lips to another, and swinged his tongue into action, replacing his sticky fingers in motions that sent waves through her torso. He clipped his tongue on her hood and circled it constantly whilst revisiting her cunt with his fingers.

She was going to cum again, but surely she couldn’t have any more juices left. The carpet beneath her was already speckled with her watery cum; a watery cum that she had never experienced before.

He stood up, and latched onto her mouth whilst delving further inside her to bring her to climax. He moved aside as he felt the engorgement springing to life, and with perfect timing she shot her stuff towards the wall; great, forthcoming gushes splashing everywhere.

Again she looked on in astonishment as he removed his fingers and placed them in his mouth, licking them free of her cum.
His eyes twinkled and his smile grew.

He returned her panties to her, placing them around her ankles and drawing them up her body.
He liked dressing her. He liked the intimacy of putting them back and folding them over her dampened cunt, smoothing them over her arse, clutching it one more time.

They were both standing, holding hands and simply staring.

“I think it is time for bed” he whispered, and with that she grabbed her bag and finally made her way towards the door.