Sarah
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Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - A private investigator is hired to investigate some financial trickery. An assistant, a forensic accountant, accompanies him, and despite her initial holier-than-thou attitude, her own marriage, in shambles, drives her into the arms of the private dick. It's a torrid affair, her doing sexual things with and learning sexual things from this guy as she learns what it is like not to be ignored.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
“Yeah,” I groaned, as the first spurt arced into the air. Stream after stream rocketed out of me, volume and height like I hadn’t seen in decades. When I was done, I realized that Sarah was still stroking me with just that single, now messy, fingertip.
“Wow!” she laughed. “That was impressive!” She licked her finger. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this!”
My shrinking cock leaked one more small drop. She leaned down and licked it off, and then very methodically cleaned my entire manhood and belly of my spilled cum.
When she was done, she sat back on her heels, smiled at me, and blushed visibly. “What have you done to me, Don?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Here I was, the conservative housewife/career woman, about as virginal as an almost middle-aged mother of two could be, and now I’m some kind of cum-slut!” she giggled.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“For what?” she asked, lying down next to me. “For showing me a new side to myself? I’ve always wondered what good sex was, since I knew I wasn’t having it. Now I know. I’d love to do it all the time. It’s just like when I tried water-skiing.”
“Water-skiing?” I laughed.
“Stop it,” she said, sitting up in bed. She had her hands on her hips, which put her proud breasts on display. There was a serious expression on her mouth, but her baby blue eyes were twinkling. “I’m trying to make a point. It was a dangerous new thrill, something I’d never done before, and something I wanted to do again. Plus, it made me all wet.”
“Ah. Speaking of making you wet,” I said as I pulled her on top of me and moved her to sit on my face.
“I’ll play with myself after you’re gone, thinking about what you do down there,” she moaned.
“I think I like this as much as you do, baby,” I said.
We rested for a while after that, cuddling, the way she had learned to love to do. Our pillow talk brought us to the “seminar” I had mentioned.
“How much notice do you need to get time off from work?” Sarah asked.
“My boss, Marian, wants two weeks minimum, but often, it’s more like three, depending on my case load.”