Tighter (18+)

Seating for One

Helen then moved her gaze down, toward Erick. "And you even let our boss do that himself!" She exclaimed.

Yvonne followed her friend's eyes. She saw Erick, smiling at her, stroking his own rod. "Oh ...! Sorry ...!" She said, hurriedly straightened up her seating, and reached for the forgotten pole.

Yet, before Yvonne managed to move, Helen was already sitting next to her boss, reaching toward his hardwood manhood, and wrapping her hand around it. She looked at him and smiled as she did that. "Let me finish what she started ...!" she said. Her smile diminished as she began stroking him. "Gosh ...!" she whispered. Her eyes widened, glaring at him; her white skin turned pale.

Yvonne stopped her movement. She smiled faintly, looking at what her friend was doing to their boss, realizing what she actually meant.

Erick smiled at his employee. "You look like you have seen a ghost," he commented gently.

Helen chuckled; her face suddenly reddened. Then she looked at the couple sitting next to Erick and asked. "Can I, uh, ride him?" Her eyes darted between Yvonne and Dennis, avoiding long eye contact with either of them.

"I ..., uh ...!" Dennis stuttered.

"Yeah, sure!" Yvonne answered, cutting him short. "Why not?"

"Thanks!" Helen replied with gleaming eyes. Her smile grew wide. She immediately assumed a straddling position, with Erick's lap between her spread thighs, her torso towering over him. Her smile faded, and her movement halted a moment later. She looked down at him and asked, "May I ...?"

Erick smiled at her. "Well," he responded, "What's stopping you?"

"Helen!" Dennis shouted.

Helen turned her head toward him. "Yes?"

Dennis opened his mouth to speak, but air rushed out of his lungs in the sound of a groan instead. Yvonne was grabbing and stroking his semi-hardness. "I, uh ...." What he wanted to say suddenly seemed far away and unimportant.

Helen smirked. "Do you mind, Honey?" She asked.

Dennis tried to regain his composure, but Yvonne quickly bent down toward his lap and began cleaning up the mess he created. His mind went haywire yet again. He gasped and closed his eyes in his futile effort to reason. His eyes wandered to his wife, darting from her glistening eyes and her trembling smile to her neck and her pulsing vein, then down to her toned thighs. The skirt lifted up as she kneeled above her boss' crotch. Then he saw

to her pear-shaped hips, playing peek-a-boo beneath her unbuttoned blazer. "Where are your clothes?" He shrieked and gulped.

Helen giggled. "It's too hot here," she explained, "so I put them off and left them in the bathroom!"

Yvonne opened her mouth wide and put his glistening rod in and gently sucked it.

Dennis gasped for air, his pelvis reflexively thrust up.

Helen took that as her cue. She looked at her boss and smiled as she reached down and directed his burning hot rod toward her. Then, she lowered her body.

Her smile faded as the tip of Erick touched her opening and burst into her. Her mouth opened, as if it helped her accommodate him. When she finally touched down on his lap, she sat there for a moment, her body firmly pegged. The tip of him felt painful deep inside; her wall felt stretched more than usual. "I'm ...." She gasped for air before continuing, "Full ...!"

"You don't ... shhh ...!" Dennis hissed between his words, "Wear your panties ...!"

Helen again chuckled. "I told you it's too hot here ...!" With that, she removed her blazer and began her pump, moaning and groaning at each thrust.