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Seeing each other at work the next day felt slightly awkward for them both. They smiled when they saw each other in the office. She had that sexy come on look, the same look which she had given him the day before while out in the park walking.

He had always thought she was very attractive for someone in their early 30s, with long blonde hair, a curvaceous figure and fully rounded breasts which begged for attention. She wore figure-hugging dresses which finished far higher than they probably should for the workplace but highlighted all of her natural attributes. With her sense of fun, a flirtatious smile and come to bed eyes she had been the highlight of his day since she joined the company 2 years ago.

He was about 10 years older than she was but she always made him feel so much younger when they joked around at work, even more so when they had been together yesterday. Away from work, he liked to work out and keep himself in shape. He too was blonde with broad shoulders and a well defined arse, or so she had once said in one of their playful conversations.

‘So are you up for some running later this week?’ he asked, a little anxiously for fear of being rejected.

‘It depends,’ she replied coyly.

‘On what?’ he asked.

‘On whether you expect me to follow your route or not,’ she said winking with a suggestive and knowing grin.

‘I’m easy,’ he explained. ‘If you were to join me and you wanted me to take the lead, when would be a good night to go running?’

‘I know you’re easy,’ she said smiling, while tilting her head and looking directly into his eyes. ‘I bet your cock is stiffening as we speak,’

She wasn’t wrong. Her teasing was proving too much. His cock was straining at the thought of having her again. When she stepped forward to stroke him through his trousers to test her theory, it took all his will power not to turn her around, lift her dress and pull her knickers to one side.

‘Actually I’m free tonight,’ she said. ‘How about I come round to your house at 7 adana escort and we can plan a route from there?’

‘Great, I’ll see you at 7 p.m,’ he said.

As she handed him the delivery schedule for the day, she slipped her hand down to his trousers again, cupping his swollen cock and balls, through the material before whispering in his ear, ‘I’m expecting a good performance from you tonight.’

He almost shot his load there and then, but he knew they both had to wait. It was at this point he realised there was more on the cards than just running.

The day went by quite quickly. Both fantasized about what would hopefully follow that evening. He very nearly wanked himself off as he was so turned on from the past 24-hours while she found her knickers were soaked with pussy cream in anticipation.

At 7 p.m. there was a knock on his door. On the basis that there might be some running taking place, he had changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and was ready to go out. When he opened the door it was clear from her appearance that running was the furthest thing on her mind. She wore a close fitting navy dress with a floral pattern. It finished high up her thighs, making it impossible to avoid gazing at her tanned legs. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail.

‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I meant to tell you I’m not really a runner, however I do like keeping fit.’

‘Right,’ he said slightly confused. ‘So how do you like to keep fit?’

‘I prefer riding to running,’ she said with her suggestive look.

‘I see. In which case you best come in,’ he said eagerly. And with that he closed the front door and pressed himself up against her to kiss her lips. They were soft, smooth and tasted of strawberries. They kissed passionately in the hallway, their hands exploring each others bodies through their clothing.

‘Come with me,’ he whispered into her ear while kissing her soft, sweet scented neck and shoulders.

‘I fully intend to,’ she replied back.

He eskişehir escort led her towards the bedroom but she stopped him by the dining room table. ‘Aren’t you going to punish me for not going running with you?’

He was confused. What did she mean by punish her?

She leant forward over the dining room table, pointing her arse in his direction and raised her dress for him, exposing her creamy silk knickers, which were clearly very damp.

‘I’ve been naughty and I feel it’s only right you punish me,’ she said as she put her wrists together behind her back.

Now he cottoned on. How did she know he had a fetish for spanking? She never came across as the kinky type at work.

He took her wrists and bound them together using his work tie that was hanging on one of the dining room chairs. He lifted her dress a little higher and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. He couldn’t help but feel how wet they were as she stepped out of them.

He ran his finger nails up her legs, starting at her ankles and finishing on her arse. He ran his right hand over her creamy buttocks and then took it back down to her ankles. Holy shit, her legs were incredibly soft and smooth.

As he ran his fingers back up the inside of her thighs, she started to squirm and take quicker breathes. She pushed her arse out further as he reached her sex. It was obvious she needed some attention but he was enjoying the tease.

Suddenly and without warning, he spanked her right arse cheek, then the left, leaving his red hand print embossed on each one. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to soothe her in-between spanks.

He slipped his fingers into her dripping wet pussy, moving them apart while inside her to stretch her sensitive lips. Her response was to groan in pleasure.

He took them out, licked them clean and then sharply spanked each cheek twice more. She was breathing harder and faster now, and pouting her arse. This time he rubbed sakarya escort each cheek better before putting his hand between her legs and gently rubbing her lips. She was purring with excitement, wanting his fingers to touch her aching clit.

But he wasn’t going to give them to her just yet. He removed his fingers and licked them clean once more. As he got ready to spank her again he took his belt and a tea towel, using them to lash her ankles to the bottom of the dining room table legs to keep her legs firmly apart.

She was a sight to behold; led over the table, hands and legs trussed behind her, and most importantly, naked from the waist down.

He spanked her four more times. He rubbed each cheek firmly to ease the stinging. Then he slid his hand between her legs. He massaged her lips and gently tapped her sensitive pussy with his fingers.

‘Take me, it’s all yours,’ she moaned noisily.

‘Not yet,’ he replied calmly.

He fingered her now, intent on making her come hard here in his dining room. Starting at her arse hole, he ran his finger along her oozing sex before he found her engorged bud. He stroked it and ran his fingers firmly around it in a circular motion. As her body prepared itself for orgasm, he cruelly withdrew his fingers and ran them back to her arse.

‘Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me,’ she begged.

He licked his left index finger and slipped it into her arse. She gasped sharply – a result of surprise and pleasure.

He ran his right hand back along her pussy from her arse hole, along her now puffy lips to her clit. He rubbed it passionately in different directions whilst kissing her arse cheeks and pumping his left finger in and out of her arse.

She couldn’t take it any longer. Feeling overwhelmed with a sense of intense pleasure and feeling horny as she’d ever known, she shook and groaned loudly as she came hard on his fingers.

She wanted to close her legs but she couldn’t. He continued to rub her when her pussy was at its most sensitive. Watching her come from behind, feeling her arse and pussy clamp around his fingers had been such a turn on.

He was rock hard and ready to make her come again. He stood in front of her and pulled down his shorts to reveal his fully erect cock. She smiled and told him to take her.

Then there was a knock at the door.

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