One time while I was fucking her, she started to tell me a story about having sex in the back of a taxi with a college professor who always called her by the wrong name. She wasn’t sure if he was just absentminded or if he really thought she was someone else, but she was worried that he would give her A to someone else, and all the fucking in the back of taxis wouldn’t matter.
“Why are you telling me this?” I said, lighting a cigarette before rolling her over and sliding back inside her. I picked up the ashtray from her nightstand and placed it on her back. She held still as I fucked her, and I was amazed by what a good table she made.
“I was just thinking that your cock is kinda like his, and also I wanted to make sure you knew my name and give me the promotion and not that other girl who’s always lurking around your desk with her shirt unbuttoned.”
I took a long drag and thought about it. She had freckles on her ass that reminded me of someone, but the ashtray was the exact opposite color of her skin. I hadn’t planned on promoting anyone, especially not for sex (totally unethical in my opinion) but now that she mentioned it, I did often confuse her with that girl who’s always lurking around my desk with her shirt unbuttoned. Not that they look anything alike.
I crushed out the cigarette and moved the ashtray back to the table. Together we fell to the bed, and she pressed her soft ass into me while I kissed the back of her neck.
“I didn’t realize you wanted a promotion. You always say that responsibility is for assholes.”
She reached down and started to rub her clit faster. Her thighs were closed tightly and she was squeezing me almost to the point of pain. She didn’t say anything, but suddenly she was coming and it was all I could do to keep from falling off the bed. Her moans were loud and incoherent, but I know she said something about our holiday party.
“Let me come on you,” I said, rolling her onto her back and throwing the condom on the floor. I knelt as I watched her breathing slow down, and my hand was a blur. I stared at her, and thought about the other girl with the shirt unbuttoned, but it was no use. She mumbled something about her tits or neck, and I finally stopped and just lay back down next to her.
“I thought you wanted to come.”
“I do, but it’s not going to happen. I almost came earlier when you were sucking my cock, but now it’s too late. I shouldn’t smoke while we’re fucking. It messes me up.”
“You can always come on me while I’m sleeping,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my mouth sloppily. “Sometimes it’s easier when you’re alone.”
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