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Evan's Arabic Princess

By: cashcrunch



Evan burst into the conference room, out of breath and an hour late, clearly catching the corporate propaganda presenter off-guard. This was Evan's first training session after joining North America's premiere bank and there was a distinct classroom-like atmosphere in the room.

Only classrooms were not usually uncomfortable for Evan. He easily worked his way through an MBA, as he was always in the professors' good graces, always on time, always well dressed, and always up-to-date on his readings. This, however, was a different story.

Flying into Boston from Toronto, he had no idea where he was going and had shown up late directly from the airport. He thought he'd have time to check into the hotel first, but didn't thanks to some jackass that somehow skipped security requiring everyone to be evacuated and sent back through the metal detectors. 

He was late, his clothes were disheveled, and he hadn't shaved. About 40 pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Everyone else was in formal business attire, freshly pressed, including the presenter he had just interrupted.

"I see our second Canadian participant has decided to join us. Please have a seat.... Mr Ray is it?" the woman was checking his name off a list on the podium.

"Yes, sorry ma'am," Evan replied.

"27 is years away from being old enough to be called Ma'am. You need to sit down and listen up," she quipped and returned to explaining the great future that lay ahead for them all with the company. 

"This seat is available," whispered a seductively French-sounding woman to his left. Evan quickly took the seat and dumped his luggage on the floor to his right. 

"Thanks, I'm Evannnnnnn....," he introduced himself as he turned from his bags on the floor to the woman who offered him a chair. Stammering and trailing off, Evan was caught staring into two of the most beautiful brown eyes he'd ever seen in his life.

"My name is Elizabeth, nice to meet you. I thought I'd be stuck with all these Americans. Glad to see there's someone else from Canada here." She had returned her gaze to the front of the room. The way her "s's" sounded like "z's" and "t's" sounded like "d's" was so unexplainably sexy

Evan sat staring at this beautiful Arabian princess. Her long, straight black hair, pushed back behind her ears, falling softly onto her shoulders. From just about the cutest ear he'd ever seen, a gold hoop earring matched an expensive looking necklace that hung down on her caramel coloured chest. The blouse she wore showed just a hint of cleavage, classy, but hot as hell. The grin on her face, as she turned back to catch him eyeing her like meat nearly melted Evan's heart.

"Pay attention! You were late and she already doesn't like you!" She said pointing to the front of the room.

Evan did not reply, but turned briefly back to the bitchy blonde presenter. No slouch herself, she was hot and looked almost like one of those "nerdy" women in porno movies who ditch their glasses to become nymphomaniacs. Despite her good looks, Evan could not stop thinking about the goddess next to him. Not taking in a word the blonde was saying, Evan was biding his time until he could stare at Elizabeth again. 

He leaned back in his chair and glanced at Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. God, he could smell her perfume from here. That gorgeous smile... Jesus, he was getting a hard on just sitting next to this woman! This hadn't happened to him since junior high for God's sake. The skin of her cheeks looked so soft. He had to fight the urge to reach over and run his hand through her hair. Glancing down he saw she was conservatively dressed in a pants suit. Thank God, he thought, if she was in a skirt he would probably forget to breathe.

Totally intoxicated by these thoughts, Evan completely missed the point of the entire morning's presentations. He did remember the sexy blonde had talked for a while, then some old guy, and there were some slides. Elizabeth watched intently, as he was sure every other employee did, but he could think of nothing but her. Her every move was adorable. She coughed twice, yawned once, and ran her fingers through her hair a thousand times. Trapped in her purse, her cell phone had gone off halfway through the morning so she had leaned over to turn it off. Evan almost came in his pants when he felt her hair fall onto his lap as she had done so. He could just imagine running his hands through her hair as she took his hard cock into that sexy mouth, with those soft lips...

While caught in the middle of his x-rated reverie, the morning ended quickly and noisily as the new inductees were apparently scrambling to head out for lunch. 

"Want to grab some... how you say... lunch?" Elizabeth asked flashing him her smile again.

"Yeah, I uh, I have no idea where to eat though." Smooth Evan, smooth, he thought to himself. "I'd like to eat you for lunch," he said, louder than he expected. A lot louder as he hadn't meant to actually say that out loud at all.

"Pardonnez moi?" Elizabeth said, confused. God, those beautiful eyes! He couldn't stop staring as she looked at him.

"Oh god, I uh, I'd like to meet you for lunch, meet you. But, I should take my stuff back to the hotel. The Hilton, I think it's pretty close."

"I stay at the Hilton aussi. We could take a cab, yes?" She asked, pointing to her own bags in the corner.

The pair assembled their luggage and made for the elevator. Not usually stuck for words, Evan tried to make casual small talk by asking a few questions. Elizabeth was from Montreal, graduated from McGill, and was married. The last revelation hit Evan in the stomach like a sucker punch. How could he have missed the huge rock on her finger? Probably because he had spent all his time gazing at her other amazing features.

The company had booked the two into adjoining suites along with the other out-of-town employees. Everyone was on the same floor, but the rest had apparently had time to unpack. Parting with Elizabeth in the hallway, Evan entered his swanky room and immediately fell back onto the luxurious bed. 

"Fuck! A gorgeous, Arabic-French babe stuck to my side for a week and she had to be married. Damn it!" Evan's boyish crush had had him so excited all morning, more excited than he'd felt in a long time. Now that elation was dashed and he could barely stand to go to lunch with Elizabeth now. He should have been unpacking his stuff to go, but he couldn't find the motivation to even open his eyes. 

His misery-filled reverie was quickly ended by a knock at his door. Elizabeth was ready for lunch and her promptings from the door were enough to get him up and moving. Gorgeous and bubbly as ever, which now annoyed Evan more than aroused him, she was eager to get something to eat and get back to the corporate HQ for their afternoon session.

In the midst of their food court meal, through which Evan had barely spoken, Elizabeth snapped up and dropped her fork. "Oh mon dieu, I know who you look like. Do you know Saku Koivu? From the Canadiens? You look just like him! God he's so hot if I ever met him I'd drop to my knees and suck his cock."

What an odd thing for a married woman to say, Evan thought and he said as much to her.

"Oh, do not be silly. I would not really do it. Why is it okay for a guy to say, 'Oh yeah, Pamela Anderson, if I met her I would fuck her,' but it's not okay for a woman!? That guy would probably just become a babbling idiot if he ever met her and certainly would not get anywhere with her!" The word "fuck" sounded so sexy in her French accent.

To that Evan had no retort. They finished the rest of their meal with Elizabeth chattering and Evan pretending to listen while flashing the occasional fake smile. God, even the way she ate was cute! Here he was, love at first sight with this awesome, exotic, beautiful woman and she is completely out of his league. It was so depressing.

The afternoon of slide presentation torture continued much as it had all morning. Evan took a second look at the blonde presenter. Nah, he thought. Why bother? She's probably got some big city boyfriend with a BMW and a huge house or something.

Thankfully, the afternoon coffee break came and Evan made a dash for the washroom to get some respite from Elizabeth. The corporate bathroom was an oasis of calm. Evan splashed water on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.

"OK. No big deal. She's not that hot anyway. Plenty of hot women in this town for a guy like me. Plenty. Ha!" His little self-pep talk complete, Evan exited the bathroom ready to get into this training session. 

The vision of Elizabeth's sweet, round ass greeted him as he turned down the hallway to return to the conference room. Stopping himself, Evan took in the gorgeous curves of Elizabeth's body as she enjoyed a drink from a water fountain. "Sweet Jesus," Evan thought to himself, this was torture and it was only the beginning. The training was to last all week.

Finishing off, Elizabeth rose to see Evan standing behind her. She had seen him exit the washroom and knew he would be staring at her ass. He looked so sexy and had to be successful to have gotten here. Not like her deadbeat husband who had been without work for months, living off her signing bonus. They had married young, before Elizabeth had even started university. He was very traditional and also very sexist. He hated that she was smarter than him and more successful, which became glaringly obvious as they got older. He had recently become bitter and bordering on abusive. 

It was hard for Elizabeth to "know her role" when she was the one bringing in all the money. And her traditional Lebanese family, God! All they kept harping on was her having a baby. When are you going to have a baby? She was so proud to have graduated at the top of her class and gained a slot at this incredible company. "Are you pregnant?" her parents had asked excitedly when she surprised them with news of her new job. "No, I'm just starting a $100,000 a year job with a top Fortune 500 company." They were actually disappointed! Elizabeth was enraged.

Now here she was with this gorgeous, successful, single guy drooling all over her. The look of shock on his face when she told him she was married almost broke her heart too. Evan may have thought he was sly, but he was obviously ogling her all morning. Her husband hadn't looked at her like that for years and had even started making fun of her "fat ass" which Evan had just been enjoying.

"Oh! Come on Evan I have to show you something!" Elizabeth chirped and grabbed his hand. 

Evan allowed himself to be pulled into a meeting room with a massive glass window bordering one side. 

"It is so beautiful, is it not?" Elizabeth said, staring out at the city abuzz with midday traffic. The oddly erratic nature of streets built for the horse and buggy was beautiful to behold on this sunny fall day.

"Oh yeah," Evan said dejectedly. Why was she torturing him like this? Before he could even finish that thought, Elizabeth turned and kissed Evan full on the lips. Still in shock, he stood there as Elizabeth broke off the kiss and turned away from him.

"Oh God, what am I doing? I am so sorry Evan." Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Without waiting for a reply Evan turned her back to him and embraced her firmly. Leaning in to kiss away her tears, the two began making out like their plane was going down.

After longing for hours to touch her, to feel her body, this was a glorious release for Evan. Guilt and shame caused a seemingly physical pain in his chest, but lust had gotten the better of him. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist running his fingers through Elizabeth's long, dark hair as they kissed. Their lips danced and tongues dipped. Evan brought his hands from her hair to the soft skin of her cheeks as she plunged her tongue deep into his mouth.

Elizabeth was so ashamed, she felt like a whore, a cheating slut. Despite those feelings, she couldn't bring herself to stop. Evan's firm hands running through her hair and along her cheeks quenched her longing for such gentle caresses. His hard cock pressed to her thigh as she kissed him with abandon. It felt so much bigger than her husband's. She ran her hands over his rough, unshaven cheeks as Evan's hands began to wander further south.

Evan danced his fingers down her neck, onto her shoulders, and quickly removed her suit jacket. Elizabeth's arms were pinned in her half-stripped state, now wearing more of a straightjacket than suit jacket. Evan began to lightly grasp her full breasts. Spurred on by Elizabeth's acquiesense, Evan began unbuttoning her creamy white blouse.

Powerless to stop Evan, Elizabeth gave in to him. She was so horny, she could feel herself getting wet. Like Evan's boyish crush, she hadn't felt like this in years. So desirable, so sexy that Evan had to have her. Not a word passed between them as Evan peeled aside her now sweaty blouse. The gleaming whiteness of her bra accentuated Elizabeth's bronzed skin. Deftly unhooking her bra, Evan tore himself briefly from her lips and gazed at her nakedness.

"God, you are so sexy Elizabeth. I'm sorry, I can't stop," Evan looked into her gorgeous brown eyes. He took her wide grin to be an open invitation. Evan stooped to take her exposed breast into his mouth. Her dark nipples were erect, both due to the excitement and the unnaturally cool office air.

"We should not do thisssssss," Elizabeth trailed off as Evan licked and sucked her nipple. He was so gentle with her, Elizabeth knew she was going to let him do whatever his heart desired, her husband be damned.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, Evan began to kiss down from her beautiful breasts to her belly button. Elizabeth obviously didn't work out and her tummy was soft his touch. The clasp of her tight dress pants was easily undone and Evan ran his hands around her waist, pulling them down.

Elizabeth could feel her stomach tingling with excitement as Evan peeled her tight pants down to the floor. The smell of her sex was strong and she gasped as she saw her pretty white panties soaked with her wetness.

Evan eased her pants to her ankles as Elizabeth stepped out of them, her black high heels looking ever so sexy. As Evan was running his hands back up, along her thighs, Elizabeth was thankful she shaved before coming to town. Evan stood and took her visage in. Elizabeth looked absolutely gorgeous. A sexy, mischievous grin on her face, her beautiful dark hair cascading to her shoulders... Her curvaceous bust, smooth stomach, and wide hips presented an amazing hourglass figure. The slutty look of her soaking wet panties and black high heels caused his erection to strain against the flimsy material of his pants.

Elizabeth grinned as she saw Evan take her in. She felt so sexy in her new shoes, in fact she felt more desirable than she had in a long time. After giving Evan a few seconds to ogle her further, she was getting a little tired of sucking her stomach in and pushing her chest out. 

"I think you are a little over-dressed for this meeting Evan," Elizabeth stated in the most serious voice she could muster. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, she began unbuckling Evan's belt.

"Oh god, you look so gorgeous Elizabeth. But.... we shouldn't do this...," Evan murmured reluctantly as his pants slid to the floor. His boxers quickly followed, but he began feeling more and more guilty.

"Oh my!" Elizabeth gasped. Evan's was the first white cock she had seen, the first cock that wasn't her husband's that she had seen in years. He wasn't huge, but at a swollen seven inches long, he was larger than both her husband and her expectations.

"What about your..... husba-ohhhh," Evan's guilty conscience was quickly subdued as Elizabeth began gently kissing and licking the head of his cock.

"Mmmmm," Elizabeth hummed as she slurped on the copious pre-cum covering the head of Evan's cock.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus Elizabeth. Yes, yes!" Evan could not believe the great release he felt as Elizabeth's warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock. He'd been dreaming of this for hours. He gazed down at this naughty angel at his feet. Elizabeth was kneeling, her high heels still on, with half his cock in her mouth and the other half being stroked by her left hand. Her glimmering diamond ring sparkled like the gleam in her eye when she caught him staring at her.

"Do you like what you see? Your big, hard cock between my lips? Hmmmmm?" Elizabeth couldn't belief how sexy she felt. She might be the one on her knees, but Evan was at her mercy.

The humming lips on the head of his cock and the excitement of the moment were getting to Evan. "Please, slow down Elizabeth."

"Awwww, is the big bad banker going to cummmmmm?" Elizabeth teased. She had been out of practice, but obviously knew what she was doing. Her husband had been such an asshole; she hadn't sucked his cock in years. Their love life had trailed off to the occasional romp after a few drinks. Elizabeth couldn't remember the last time they had had sex. Absorbed in her anger at her husband, she continued to stroke and suck harder and harder on Evan's cock.

"Please Elizabeth, please slow down!"

Ignoring Evan's plea, Elizabeth continued to stroke Evan's cock faster and faster. Grinning up at him, she continued her taunting. "Mmmmm, that bastard!" Her bitter comments were muffled by the slick penis on her tongue. It didn't matter, she didn't want Evan to hear her anyway. 

"Elizabeth, I'm cumming, Please I... Slow down! I'm... I'm... AHHHHHH!" Evan begged to no avail as he felt his orgasm rising quickly from his balls and erupting from his engorged cock. "Ohhhhh God, Elizabeth.......," the rush of euphoria flowed quickly over Evan as the tension eased from his system.

Snapping Elizabeth from her rage inspired, vigorous fellatio, was the first shot of cum spurting from Evan's cock into her mouth. One spurt, then two, then three. Thick gobs of cum quickly filled her mouth before Elizabeth thought to release Evan's cock. Half choking on his cum, Elizabeth was shocked as Evan's twitching cock quickly smeared his cum over the soft left cheek he had caressed just minutes before. Coughing slightly, cum dripped from her mouth to her breasts. 

As Evan's cum slowed from a torrent to a trickle, he gazed down at the perverted scene at his feet. There was Elizabeth, still holding his cock in her left hand. His cum coated her left cheek and was dribbling down her chin. Her firm, brown breasts were splattered with his cum, which looked ever so white against her dark skin. As she grinned at him, half in shock, cum flowed from the corner of her mouth. It was like his dirtiest fantasy had come to life at his feet. 

"Evan, how could you!? Look at me!?" Elizabeth snapped, rising to face him. She knew she looked as slutty as she felt. At the same time, she felt better about herself sexually than she had for ages. She had this gorgeous guy (literally) in the palm of her hand, bringing him to orgasm in minutes and unable to control himself. 

"Oh my God, Elizabeth! I'm so sorry. I, I warned you, you were so hot. I couldn't stop, I, I..."

As Evan turned from hunk to a humble idiot, Elizabeth had one more surprise in store for him. Gently shushing him with a finger on his lips, she stooped and removed her panties. Gently dabbing her chin and cheeks, like she would with a napkin in a fine restaurant, she then dropped it to the floor.

"Delicious," was all she said before sitting in the nearest chair and spreading her legs lewdly. "Now taste me." 

Evan could hardly believe this was happening. This had to be the craziest sex he'd ever had. Elizabeth just gave him the most amazing blowjob, let him cum all over her face, and wiped it off with her own panties! Not wanting to disappoint her, he quickly made his way to her lap.


Evan's Arabic Princess Ch. 02



Thanks to Cyber Chick for all her help in ironing out the wrinkles.

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There lay Evan and Elizabeth, naked and intertwined on a conference table. Cathy, the presenter in charge of inducting these newbies into the business, caught them having sex in a small board room just moments before. She had enjoyed their little display, despite the fact they should have been in class. With Larry (the boring-ass idiot) teaching the rest of the afternoon, Cathy had planned to head home early. That was, until she happened upon this sexy little scene and decided to have some fun with the kids.

Cathy was a stereotypical, successful businesswoman. Intelligent, well-dressed, buttoned down and downright bitchy at work. In the sexist, male-driven world of finance she had to be tough to get ahead. She didn't put up with any ass-grabbing or snide comments and it gained her the respect of her managers. She knew that HR, the touchy-feely department, was where the men thought a woman like her belonged. They didn't know how wrong they were.

Cathy was busy at work and had no time for Boston boys. The men she met, largely through work, were either full of themselves or academic darlings that managed to fool the interviewers, but had worthless-fuck personalities. She preferred the blue-collar guys she could manipulate and fuck to the white-collar go-getters she had to put up with from 9-to-5 everyday.

Now here were two Canadian idiots having sex in the corporate headquarters under her watchful eyes. She thought Evan was incredibly sexy the moment he had stumbled into her presentation earlier that morning. He was late and called her ma'am. Canadians are so cute! And then there was the sexy little Arabic princess. Elizabeth was there early and dressed to the nines. Cathy knew men found her sexy, but growing up she had always been the tall, skinny girl with legs to heaven, but with small breasts and no ass to speak of. Elizabeth, on the other hand, looked like an exotic pinup girl with her voluptuous figure. To go with this incredible body, Elizabeth was also very polite and had an adorable French accent. Cathy had almost felt a little jealous as she watched Evan drool over the girl all morning.

"You little whore! A fucking naughty nympho getting fucked senseless at work!? You couldn't even wait to get back to your hotel to get into his pants!?" Cathy screamed at Elizabeth.

"I... we..." Elizabeth couldn't respond, as she was so shocked and ashamed. A married woman, a professional no less, fucking a stranger like a common whore. She could still taste Evan's cum in her mouth as her gaze dropped to the floor.

"I... I... Oh, please you little slut! I knew it from the moment I saw you. You're no banker, you little bitch! Maybe a sperm bank! You're a slut, a whore!" Cathy mocked her.

Evan stood there, shocked. His cock had shrunk as the bottom fell out of his stomach. Elizabeth had risen and covered the nipples of her large breasts with one hand and her exposed sex with the other as best she could. With her ample chest oozing over her forearm, she looked exactly like a pinup girl. Complete with the, 'deer in the headlights' look on her face. Evan couldn't believe it, but he was actually getting a little turned on looking at her that way. His rising erection caught Cathy's attention.

"Oh! Looky here. You're getting hard, you pervert! Look at his dick, slut! He likes me berating you."

Elizabeth glanced down at Evan's hardening cock and inadvertently licked her lips.

"Oh, I see. The little slut likes his cock! Suck it you whore! Suck it!" Cathy was on an adrenaline high as she could feel these two hapless fools bending to her will. They were in such a precarious position as it was.

"Oh god... I... I can't," Elizabeth said but, despite her protests her hand dropped from her breasts to circle the base of Evan's cock. Evan stared in awe as her full breasts were exposed again, her dark brown nipples firm and erect.

"Don't give me that you bitch, you know you want to!" Cathy said as she stepped up to the couple and put her hand gently on Elizabeth's head. Evan could barely believe it when Cathy forced Elizabeth to her knees where she acquiesced and took him in her mouth once more.

"See? You love that big white cock in your married mouth don't you, you slut?"

"Mmm-hmmmm," was all Elizabeth could say as she began sucking up and down the length of Evan's cock. A wide grin crossed Cathy's face as she forced Elizabeth to take Evan into her mouth again. "Can you taste your cum on his dick you bitch?!? You're leaking like a faucet you horny little slut, look at you!"

Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe she was letting this go on, but didn't have the nerve to stop. She felt like a slut, just like Cathy was saying. Part of her, the part wracked with guilt, almost felt she deserved to be yelled at and berated for being such a whore. But, a perverted part of her was loving every second of it. It was quite possibly the wildest thing she had ever done in her life and she didn't want it to stop.

"What's the matter sweetie, does hubby have a tiny little penis, huh? Can't he please you? Christ, with that fat ass of yours he probably doesn't want anything to do with you!" Cathy snapped.

"Oh god!" Evan murmured as Elizabeth went to town on his cock.

"Oh! Is the minute man going to blow his load again? God, get a grip!" Cathy mocked Evan as she slapped him full across the face.

"Shit!" Evan said turning to Cathy. Elizabeth, seemingly oblivious, continued to face fuck his cock.

"Look horny boy, if you don't learn to avoid blowing your load in five seconds you're never going to land a real woman!"

"Oh god, Elizabeth please!" he moaned as Elizabeth worked him into a frenzy.

"Don't beg her, you idiot! Are you going to cum in that fat bitch's mouth?? Are you?"

"Yes! Oh god, Elizabeth!"

"Stop!" Cathy commanded pulling Elizabeth by the length of her hair. Elizabeth's head snapped back and she stared up with a horrified look on her face. Evan's cock sprang from her mouth and slapped him in the stomach. Pre-cum and saliva covered Elizabeth's face. She did, indeed, look like the complete whore Cathy berated her for being.

"Your fat ass obviously enjoys eating, so now you're going to eat my pussy," Cathy declared.

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment. She wasn't gay and she certainly didn't want to start experimenting further today. "Look whore, unless you both want to get fired and sent home immediately you'd better take off my skirt... Right... Now..." Cathy slowed her speech, forcefully emphasizing those last few words.

"I can just imagine what your husband will say when I call him and tell him I caught you spreading your legs wide for some white boy! Will your family be proud of you?" she sneered.

"Let me," Evan said, falling to his knees next to Elizabeth. His ran his fingers cautiously along Cathy's thighs to the side of her suit skirt. Undoing the clasps, he gently pulled her skirt down to the floor exposing Cathy's long legs. Her black stockings ended just shy of her black panties and Evan began to slowly run his left hand up the length of her leg.

Seeing Evan try to take charge make Cathy snicker. Just as Evan leaned in to remove her panties, she swiftly kicked him between the legs. Evan fell forward, his hands dropping quickly, but too late to protect himself. Cathy's pointy-toed shoe caught him right in the balls.

"Uhhh!" Evan let out an ungodly sound as he fell flat on his face and turned onto his back. Elizabeth saw the shock on his face and turned to Cathy as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Evan looked directly up between Cathy's legs at her shaved sex.

"I want her to do it you idiot!" 

Cathy grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and pulled the stunned girl towards her. Elizabeth resisted, resting a hand on Evan's heaving chest. 

"Straddle him and sit on his face! Do it! He loves that fat ass of yours; let him eat your pussy while you lick me. Come on whore!"

As if in a trance, Elizabeth eagerly placed her knees on either side of Evan's head and lowered herself to him. She was surprised to feel Evan's tongue licking her as she looked up to Cathy once more.

"Oh yeah, that's a good married slut. Let that white-boy eat your fat, Arab ass!"

"Oh god," Elizabeth murmured. Her husband never went down on her anymore and she had never experienced the gentle tease of a man's tongue after being ravished just moments before. This was all so wrong and yet so exciting and new.

"Look at me!" Cathy demanded. "Unless you want me to leave you two fuckers here and get on the phone to your managers so they can send you packing, you'd better lick my pussy!"

Elizabeth slowly leaned into Cathy's body. Gently, she kissed another woman's pussy for the first time. The closely shaved mound was smooth to her touch. Slowly, she began kissing Cathy's sex deeply, opening her mouth and French kissing Cathy between her legs. 

"Ahhhhhh," Cathy closed her eyes and let out a sigh. "Good girl, that's a good little dyke. Lick it now, lick it!"

Elizabeth obeyed and began lapping at Cathy's pussy. She was drooling like a hound. Meanwhile, Elizabeth's pussy was getting wet from her own arousal and from Evan's tongue. 

Evan's hadn't really begun licking her, but was struggling for breath after Cathy's sucker-kick to his balls. As the sharp pain and dull stomachache subsided, he began to kiss and lick Elizabeth as she was doing to Cathy.

"Oh that's good, whore! Your fat tongue feels so good." Cathy continued to berate Elizabeth as she felt the stress of her day wash away in waves of pleasure. Glancing behind Elizabeth, she saw Evan had recovered and his impressive cock was swollen.

"Evan likes eating your pussy Elizabeth, look how hard he's getting," Cathy pulled Elizabeth's head to the side by her long, black hair so she could catch a glimpse.

"That's enough dyke. Come here," Cathy said pulling Elizabeth to her feet, holding her head back by her hair.

Elizabeth stood awkwardly, stuck staring at the ceiling as she felt Cathy's hands run across her chest. Taking a breast and weighing it in her hand, Cathy was growing increasingly jealous of this curvy exotic beauty. After groping her breast in silence for a moment, she released it and traced a line down between Elizabeth's legs. Slowly, she plunged her middle finger into Elizabeth's warm, wet pussy.

"Mmmmmmm," Elizabeth murmured as she bit her lip. Cathy's finger was soon joined by another, then another as she invaded Elizabeth's sex.

"You're sooooo wet you slut," Cathy whispered in her sexiest voice. "Did Evan's big cock feel good? Hmmm?"

"Yes Cathy, he's so big... I'm such a whore," Elizabeth replied, trying to sound as sexy as Cathy, but was trailing off, almost crying.

"Shhhhh," Cathy shushed her first with a finger, then with her lips as she began lightly kissing Elizabeth on the lips.

Elizabeth opened her eyes wide with shock. She hadn't expected any of this, but gentle loving kisses from Cathy seemed even more implausible than the events leading up to them. Giving in to Cathy's advances, Elizabeth began to kiss her back. Cathy ran her fingers through Elizabeth's gorgeous, black hair on one hand, and thrust them deep into her pussy on the other. Elizabeth grabbed Cathy's firm, tight ass and held on as their tongues plunged deep into each other's mouths.

Evan's heart was racing as he took in the scene of Sapphic desire before him. He'd fantasized about two women before (who hasn't?) but this was steamier than even his wildest fantasies. The earlier blow to his manhood was all but forgotten as Cathy's blonde hair and Elizabeth's black hair swayed side to side. Cathy's white hand running along Elizabeth's caramel back, squeezing her bronzed ass was an amazing sight. The light smacking of their lips and primordial sounds of lust emanating from their mouths was enough to drive him insane.

Rising to his feet with cock in hand, Evan approached Elizabeth from behind. For her part, Elizabeth was lost in arousal. Her pussy felt like it was melting on Cathy's fingers, dripping as she gently rubbed her in all the right places. No man had driven her to such ecstasy with any part of his anatomy. She didn't even notice Evan as he began rubbing his hardness against the smooth valley between her ass cheeks.

Cathy noticed Evan's hard cock as she was exploring Elizabeth's ass herself. Her fingers, slick with Elizabeth's juices, grabbed and stroked Evan's cock as he reached around to explore the breasts of both women as they embraced. Evan was losing himself in the soft sensations of the touch of these women. 

Cathy was the only one in control and she was loving it. Her fingers fucking this prissy Arab slut, giving her probably the best sex that whore had ever had in her life. Evan's thick, young cock, probably moments away from blowing another load also thanks to her deft fingers, was making her mouth and pussy water. She wanted him to pound her like he had Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth... sweetie?" Cathy cooed. 

"Mmmmm?" was all Elizabeth could say. Her eyes closed, she was in a dopey state.

"Put Evan's big, white cock in my tight pussy, please," Cathy said firmly pushing the girl to the side and guiding her hands to Evan's dick.

"Owwww," Elizabeth sighed in disappointment as she guided the two lovers together. Her fingers holding Evan's cock were thrust into Cathy's pussy as he plunged himself into the bitchy, dominating blonde.

Evan grabbed Cathy's ass firmly and began thrusting into her. Cathy's hands ran along his sweaty chest, his chest and arm muscles flexing as he took Cathy's pussy with hard, deep strokes. Grinning, Evan raised his eyes up from their thrusting pelvises to Cathy's small, but perky breasts. His admiration was quickly interrupted again as Cathy asserted her authority. A firm hand grabbed Evan under his chin, Cathy's thumb and fingers squeezing in Evan's cheeks like a vice. He looked up in a stupor.

"Look you fucker! Don't you dare cum in my pussy! Do you hear me minute man? Do you?" Cathy stated firmly and calmly as if Evan wasn't doing his best to fuck the shit out of her.

"Uh huh," was all Evan could say, mumble, in reply. Evan didn't think he was God's gift to sex or anything, but he couldn't believe how controlled Cathy was. Her pussy was so tight and wet, her nipples were swollen and erect, he knew she was turned on. She felt so good, so warm and wet against his cock. Evan was so into it he was grunting like a Neanderthal, the primordial urge to pound himself into Cathy was taking over.

"Good boy, good boy," Cathy cooed softly while biting his ear. "Oh, your big hard cock feels so good. Fuck me! Come on, fuck me!"

"Ungh, ungh!" came Evan's reply.

"Elizabeth dear?" Cathy turned to Elizabeth, now left out of the action. "Sweetie, play with Evan's balls while he fucks me."

Without hesitation, Elizabeth dropped to her knees and stared as Evan's cock pounded in and out of Cathy's pussy. She tentatively reached between their meshed bodies and began massaging Evan.

"Good girl," Cathy stroked Elizabeth's long hair like she was petting a dog. "Sweetie, Evan's going to cum soon. He's going to cum all over those chubby cheeks of yours," she said squeezing her flushed cheeks.

Cathy wrapped her arms around Evan's shoulders as he continued pounding himself to orgasm. Cathy's irresponsive nature was driving him mad with lust, feeding a desire to fuck her, to really pound the bitch. His cock felt great, but he was hitting all the wrong places and had no chance of hitting her G-spot in this position. The power Cathy felt over these two was what was really turning her on. She had them eating out of her hand and she loved it.

"Oh Evan, that's so good baby. Ohhh! Your dick is soooo big baby!" Cathy moaned. She'd faked it before and knew her words were having the desired effect as Evan quickened his pace.

"Oh God Cathy, I'm...."

"Cumming? Are you cumming baby?"

"Cathy, I'm going to..."

Cathy knew what Evan was babbling about. She quickly pulled his cock from her pussy, pointed it straight at Elizabeth's face, and pumped it for all she was worth.

"Are you cumming baby? That's it! Cum for me! Cum all over the bitch's face!"

"Oh Elizabeth! Shit!" Evan's eyes opened wide as his orgasm erupted to climax. Cum spurted from his cock, catching Elizabeth by surprise. It splattered across her right cheek and into her hair as she turned away, closing her eyes. A second shot caught her opposite cheek as Cathy milked Evan's cock. 

With cum dripping from Elizabeth's face, Evan dropped to his knees with her.

"Oh god Elizabeth, I'm sorry! She... she made me." He searched and quickly found her shirt, handing it to her like a towel. He watched as Elizabeth cleaned his ejaculate from her soft cheeks and beautiful long hair. Her makeup and mascara in ruins, there was no hiding the fact she had either been crying or fucking.

Elizabeth cleared the mess from her face as best she could. She was unable to look Evan in the face after being such a slut. Her eyes opened and instead focused on Cathy's ass as she pulled her skirt back on.

"Thanks guys, that was fun. Don't worry, I won't rat you out... yet. See you tomorrow!"

With that, Cathy opened and shut the door to the conference room. A malicious grin crossed her face as she waved through the slowly vanishing crack of the closing door.



Evan's Arabic Princess



Elizabeth was already running her fingers between her legs. She was soaking wet and ready to have sex, but she wanted Evan to go down on her. Yet another pleasure a miserable marriage had robbed her of. "Please Evan, kiss me," she murmured guiding his head not up to hers, but down to her pussy.

Evan gently kissed Elizabeth's clean-shaven sex. Running his tongue up one lip, then down the other. Gently easing his tongue between her lips, he quickly slipped his middle finger deep into her. The bright pink flesh of her sex looked so inviting.

"Ooooooo," Elizabeth cooed at the unexpected invasion. Running her fingers through Evan's thick hair, she was reminded of the days of her youth. When her first boyfriend would go down on her in his car. That's how she felt now; so inexperienced with other men, yet confident that Evan would do anything to get into her pants.

Gently kissing and licking her pussy, Evan began to stroke her clit. He could feel Elizabeth shudder as he stroked it over, and over, and over.

"Oh Evan yes, don't stop. Suck it! Suck me!"

Not wanting to disappoint her, Evan sucked her clit and then licked it. Suck, lick, suck lick. He continued as Elizabeth roughly ground herself against his face. Her hands now firmly pulling him to her. 

"Oh yeah, oh yes! Yes Evan! Right there! Yes!" Elizabeth could feel her orgasm wash over her. Her pussy was so wet, she knew she was cumming all over Evan's face, but she deserved it. He had his fun, now she was having hers. The release felt amazing as the guilt of cheating briefly left her self-conscience.

"Eat me, eat me!" Elizabeth's screams encouraged Evans to taste her sex over and over and over. Her juices were flowing readily and coating Evan's face, but he could care less. His cock recovered quickly and was hard again, eagerly dripping with pre-cum again. Between Elizabeth's smooth, soft thighs and forceful hands on the back of his head, Evan was trapped. 

Elizabeth came again and again as she rode Evan's tongue and fingers. As Evan began stroking her G-spot in a "come hither" motion, greater waves of pleasure were driving her mad with lust. She wanted Evan's big cock, and she wanted it now.

"Fuck me Evan, please fuck me!?" she moaned, half asking, half ordering. Elizabeth's grip on the back of his head loosened and the vice-like grip of her sexy thighs eased.

Sensing his opportunity, Evan rose and lifted Elizabeth by her armpits to a table adjacent to the chair. Elizabeth was surprised at Evan's forcefulness as he shoved her down on her back. Evan pulled her legs up and Elizabeth eagerly spread them, resting her high heels on his shoulders.

"Oh god! Oh yes, OOHHH!" Elizabeth moaned as Evan manhandled her and easily forced his cock into her wet pussy. 

"Yessssss," Evan hissed. Elizabeth's pussy was so wet; there was no resistance to the thrust of his cock. The warmth and wetness of her sex felt so incredibly good. Holding her thighs apart, Evan gave into the primal desire to thrust as hard and fast as he could. He was pounding Elizabeth with complete abandon.

"Oh-Ev-an-You-are-so-big-Oh! Oh! Oh!" Elizabeth's words came in short bursts as Evan pounded like a jackhammer into her pussy.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Evan's groin smacked against Elizabeth's legs. Seeking deeper penetration, Evan forced Elizabeth's legs apart and leaned onto her naked chest.

"Spread your legs!" Evan grunted as he joined her in lying on the conference table. The tightness of her pussy was going to make Evan cum and he wanted this to last.

"Yeah, fuck me," Elizabeth whined in a high-pitched horny voice. She felt like a complete whore now, spreading her legs wide for this stranger who was now using her like she'd never been used before.

"Oh yeah, good girl. Ooohhh, you're so wet!" Evan moaned. His cock was now easily sloshing in and out of Elizabeth's pussy. Slowing his pace to long, slow, deep strokes he felt the sharp cuts and scrapes that now littered his back and ass.

Elizabeth loved the feeling of Evan's tight muscular ass as he pounded his cock into her pussy. So firm, like the straining muscles along his back, and shaking with near exhaustion. She dug her nails deep into his skin as she felt him trying to slow down and gain control. 

"Owww! Elizabeth!" Evan moaned angrily. Elizabeth's orgasm subsided as she felt him begin to thrust himself deep inside her. Evan was no longer stimulating her G-spot and was starting to fuck like her husband, getting himself off but not her. Coming back to rational thought, she remembered the class they had to return to. How long had they been gone? Oh god, if someone came looking for them they could be fired!

"Evan, please stop," she murmured. Trying vainly to press Evan off of her, she pressed her trembling arms against his chest.

"Oh yeah, Oh Elizabeth!" Evan was oblivious as he was pounding into her wet pussy. He could feel his second orgasm building.

"Evan, please, slow down." Elizabeth asked again, but to no avail. Evan was grunting incomprehensibly as his pace quickened.

"Oh for God's sake!" Elizabeth yelled. She knew she had to get Evan off and fast if they were to get back to class soon. Clenching her pussy tight around his cock, she grabbed him forcing her lips to his ear.

"Fuck me Evan! Fuck my tight little married pussy with that big white cock. Yeah, yeah that's it. Fuck me Fuck me faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! Cum in my pussy, cum in me Evan!" She whispered in her sexiest voice.

"Ungh, ungh, UNGH!" Evan was no longer coherent or comprehensible. Elizabeth's naughty words and now amazingly tight pussy were pushing him to the edge...

"Oh yes Evan, you are so big! Give me that big dick baby! Cum for me baby, cum for me! Cum in my tight wet pussy!"

"OH GOD!" Evan yelled as she drove him over the edge. His orgasm literally exploded from within as he could feel his cum pumping into Elizabeth's warm and welcoming sex. Thrusting his cock as deep into her as he could, Evan's forceful strokes faded to slight twitches. Losing strength in his arms and back, he fell to lie directly on Elizabeth's sweat and cum soaked chest. Elizabeth embraced Evan, giving him a moment to recover. A broad smile crossed her face as Evan babbled incomprehensively. "I've still got it!" she thought.

"Oh Elizabeth...." Evan drifted back to reality. A smile crossed his face as he'd just had the best sex of his life. At the office no less! With a married woman! The day had been chock full of emotional highs and lows.

As Evan moved his gaze to Elizabeth's beautiful brown eyes, their smiles grew wider. What they had done was so wrong, so bad, but felt so right. These smiles quickly turned to shock as a cough was heard.

In unison the pair of lovers, face to face, looked up to the doorway at the blonde presenter from their morning session.

"Mr. Ray and Mrs. Naif! It is Mrs. isn't it? You've got some explaining to do," with that she entered the room and slowly closed the door.

THE END (OR IS IT?)