Fucked on the Pool Table

My manager Carlos is a good-looking guy
Glasses attractively accent hazelnut eyes.
I rub my pussy, thinking of Carlos and I.

Locking my doors, closing the shades
Smartphone is silent, it’s set to vibrate.

My dress is hiked up, high on my waist,
Expensive heels on my desk, wasting the day
In my mind I see Carlos' kneeling and kissing
Slurping and licking, cheeks a bit prickly,
My thighs are drenched with slippery liquid.

Leaving work late, to have drinks with friends,
To Carlos I ask: “would you like to attend?”
He says “Wife’s at home, just say when…
We’ll take my Porsche. Come on and hop in.”

Exposed vulva lips on a warm leather seat,
They’re velvety-soft, deep shades of pink,
My pussy’s exquisite, like the skin of a peach
Soft treat for kitty when he rubs at your feet.

Carlos races the engine for an adrenaline rush
I ask for some funk, and he turns up the beats,
Powerful bass generates moisture in me.

Speakers pumping, hairs erect on my neck
Escalating sensations, my nipples and breasts.

Let’s shoot some pool, at the table in back
Brown arms surround me, showing me how
Full body contact, chalk the tip of his stick.

I coyly ask Carlos “which ball should I hit?”
He looks hungry, says “anything but black.”
Within his dark arms, I like getting lessons.

Pressing against me, it’s the moment of truth
Feeling the swell in his slacks, it’s certainly huge.
My shot is a scratch, he’s proficient at pool
Running the table, banking stiff angles…

He’s hunting my body like deer on the range.
I feel Carlos’ big dick sliding slyly behind me
I’m pinned to the table, I forfeit the game.

Gripping my hips with experienced hands
Lifting my skirt, fingers insert, wet surge.
Deftly launching his missile into my gap
I gasp and I groan, tight pussy attacked.

Gripping my chin and clutching my neck
Muscular tongue introduced to my mouth
A generous shaft, with a marvelous tip
Pressures my cervix and blows up my clit

My legs giving out, hot nectar streaming
He’s propping me up, with only his cock!
Ramming me awkwardly, on top of the table
His payload approaching ignition, explosion.

Pulling my hair, rubbing my face in the felt,
With grunts and a roar, I feel his cock jump
Many contractions, for both him and myself
His hose is still pulsing, my cunt so abused.