Mia had been eye-fucking Tom for months at every company happy hour. She knew he was married to her coworker Lisa, but that only made her wetter. Tonight she decided to do something about it. She showed up at the after-work bar in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, no bra, nipples hard against the fabric. Tom was already a couple beers in, sitting alone while Lisa was stuck at home with the kids.
Mia slid onto the stool next to him. “Your wife lets you out this late?” she asked, voice low and dirty.
Tom’s eyes dropped straight to her tits. “She doesn’t know I’m still out.”
“Good,” Mia said. She leaned in so her breath hit his ear. “Because I want your cock in my mouth before the night’s over.”
Tom didn’t even pretend to resist.
Twenty minutes later they were in his car in the dark corner of the parking garage. Mia climbed into his lap, dress hiked up, and ground her bare pussy against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, hands gripping her ass.
“Been thinking about this all week,” she said, reaching down to unzip him. His cock sprang out thick and heavy. Mia wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow and filthy. “Bigger than I pictured. Lisa’s a lucky bitch.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She slid down, took him straight into her mouth, and sucked hard. Tom’s head hit the seat as she bobbed, drool running down his shaft while her tongue worked the underside. She pulled off just long enough to say, “I want you to fuck me raw tonight. No condom. I want your cum leaking out of me when I see your wife tomorrow.”
Tom dragged her back up, yanked the dress down so her tits spilled out, and sucked a nipple into his mouth while he lined his cock up with her pussy. Mia sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch. She was tight and dripping; the wet sound of her cunt swallowing him filled the car.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck me like you hate your wife.”
Tom grabbed her hips and slammed up into her. Mia rode him rough, tits bouncing, moaning loud enough that anyone walking by would hear. She reached between them and rubbed her clit in fast circles. “I’m gonna come on your married cock,” she gasped. “Fill me up while I do it.”
Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came, juices running down his balls. Tom followed right after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her with a low, filthy groan. Mia stayed seated on him, grinding slowly to milk every drop.
They fucked again in the backseat, Mia on all fours while Tom pounded her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair. She kept talking dirty the whole time. “Your wife has no idea you’re stretching my cunt right now. Bet she never lets you fuck her like this.”
By the time they were done, Mia’s thighs were sticky with his cum. She pulled her dress down, kissed him once, hard, and whispered, “Same time next week. Tell Lisa you’re working late.”
Tom watched her walk back to her car, cum still dripping down her leg, already hard again at the thought of next time.
