Annie Taylor thinks her life is near perfect, great career, an amazing home and a loving boyfriend but when an old enemy makes herself known, she soon realises that her perfect life is a complete lie and her entire life crumbles in front of her or d...
I sat looking at the photo that Annie had sent me from Egypt seven whole days ago she'd sent more since but I loved this first one the most it reminded me of how she looked when I’d wake her up in the morning after I'd kept her up into the early hours fucking her and pleasuring us both.
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Must not think about fucking her, the mantra played round and round in my head barely a day after she'd left I was jerking off every time I thought about her. My fucking dick was hard and pulsating now just looking at an innocent photo, my thumb ran across her swollen morning lips on the phone screen and I felt my dick hardening even more, I needed to relieve the pressure building inside of me and after a quick check that no one else was around, I sat back down behind the mixing desk at the studio and pushed my hand down my sweat pants, feeling the heat of my hard dick already and waking the phone screen back up, took the head of my dick between my thumb and fore finger tugging and applying pressure alternatively to the skin around it, immediately I broke out into a hot flush across the whole of my body, my temptress staring back at me as I thought of all the different ways I could punish her for leaving me in this state.
My hand began moving of it’s own accord I didn't need to focus on what it was doing to my dick, it knew how it liked to be handled so I just lost my mind to a photo of Annie, squeezing and tugging my balls to relieve the ache that was rapidly building, my hand flew up and down the length of my dick as I imagined Annie laying by the pool her lovely tits peeking out of the side of her bikini top letting men see what they couldn't have because they were mine. Her black bikini drove me insane and did things to my mind so much so that she could only wear it when we were alone together, I'd looked for it last night rummaging through her drawers like a desperate man, I couldn't find it so she had to have it with her the thought of someone else seeing her in it was making me feel really primal over her.
As I was working quickly up to my orgasm the door of the studio flew open and Porter strolled in casually, I pulled my hand out quickly from my pants and pushed my lower half under the desk, fucking Porter. I needed him gone so I could finish this off properly, Porter looks at me frowning
“You getting sick dude?”
He looks concerned
“No why?”
He comes round the desk looking at me still
“You’re sweating and your face is all red man"
I shrug my shoulders but he accidentally nudges my phone and sees the photo of Annie in bed, I can see his brain working quickly and then he screws up his face in disgust
“Fuck sake Marshall, are you jerking off?”
I shout out no in protest and realise my error by answering him way too quickly
“What the fuck Em? Are you fucking thirteen years old?”
I let my head hang in shame, my bastard dick still throbbing in my pants, this is how it must feel when a parent catches you doing it for the first time, I'm mortified yet still horny as fuck. Porter looks at me in disgust.
