After-Hours Correction
The moment I stepped into the empty office after hours, the air crackled with forbidden heat. Sarah stood by the conference table in her tight pencil skirt and blouse, the married woman from next door who’d been flirting with me for months. Her cheeks flushed as she locked the door behind me.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered, biting her lip. Her wedding ring caught the dim light. “But every time I see you mowing the lawn shirtless, I get so fucking wet. My husband hasn’t touched me right in years.”
I crossed the room in three strides, my cock already straining against my slacks. “Then bend over that desk, Sarah. You’ve been teasing me too long. Tonight you’re getting the spanking you deserve.”
Her breath hitched, eyes wide with lust. She nodded eagerly and turned, pressing her palms flat on the cool wood. I hiked her skirt up slowly, revealing black lace panties already soaked through. The sight of her juicy ass made my mouth water.
“Fuck, look at this married pussy dripping for me,” I growled, running my hand over the curve of her cheeks. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and yanked the panties down to her knees. Her bare, smooth slit glistened under the fluorescent lights.
“Please,” she moaned, arching her back. “I’ve been such a bad neighbor. Spank me hard.”
My palm cracked across her right cheek with a sharp smack. The sound echoed through the silent office. Sarah gasped, her body jolting forward. A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
“Count them,” I ordered, voice low and rough.
“One,” she panted. Another hard slap landed on the left cheek. “Two! Oh god…”
I alternated sides, each smack harder than the last. Her ass jiggled deliciously with every impact, growing pinker and hotter under my hand. The wet sounds of her pussy grew louder as she squirmed, thighs trembling.
“Ten… fuck, it stings so good,” she whimpered, pushing her ass back toward me. “My clit’s throbbing. I’m so empty inside.”
I slid two fingers along her soaked folds, spreading her juices up to her swollen clit. She cried out, grinding against my hand. I gave her another firm spank right over her dripping pussy lips, making her squeal.
“Dirty little slut. Your husband has no idea how much you love getting your ass beaten, does he?”
“No… he doesn’t,” she admitted, voice breaking into a moan as I spanked her again. “I think about your big cock every night while he fucks me. Please, I need it now.”
I unzipped my pants, freeing my thick, veined cock. It slapped heavily against her reddened ass. Sarah looked back, eyes glassy with need. “Fuck me. Use me like the cheating whore I am.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I lined up and thrust deep into her tight, married pussy in one brutal stroke. She screamed in pleasure, walls clenching around me like a vice. The desk creaked as I pounded her, my hips slapping against her sore, spanked ass with every thrust.
“Harder! Spank me while you fuck me!” she begged, voice hoarse.
I obliged, bringing my palm down on her bouncing cheeks in rhythm with my cock slamming into her. Each smack made her pussy flutter and squeeze me tighter. Her juices ran down her thighs, dripping onto the carpet.
I pulled out suddenly, spinning her around and lifting her onto the desk. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back inside her, face to face now. We kissed messily, tongues battling while I fucked her senseless.
“You’re gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?” I growled against her lips, reaching down to rub her clit furiously.
“Yes… yes, I’m so close,” she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. Her tits bounced inside her blouse with every deep thrust. I yanked the buttons open, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth.
The spanking continued in a new way. I pinched and slapped her tits lightly, making her arch and cry out. Her pussy gushed around me, the wet squelching sounds filling the office.
“Cum for me, Sarah. Let me feel that married cunt milk my dick.”
Her whole body seized. She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting a little against my pelvis. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release.
“Fill me,” she begged breathlessly, still shaking. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it leaking out when I go home to him.”
That dirty plea sent me over. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into her clenching pussy. We stayed locked together, panting, my hand gently stroking her tender, spanked ass.
After a moment she smiled wickedly, kissing me slow and deep. “Next week… same time? I think I’ve been very, very naughty again.”
I chuckled, giving her ass one last playful smack. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”