“Are you okay?” he asked, mid-kiss
She smiled and nodded. “I’m just… happy,” she said, whimpering in pleasure. “It’s not often that I get treated so gently and carefully by a guy with such a big dick,” she said.
Dexter still wasn’t completely convinced but didn’t have much choice as he was currently completely inside of her. Turning, he lifted her over to her desk and laid her down on top of the papers there. She giggled, but that quickly turned to a groan as he slid out and then back in. Reaching for her phone, she unlocked it again and turned on the camera again. She seemed to be filming it for a few seconds, and then she set it down again.
Dexter smiled, sliding deeply in and then out again, feeling her happiness flowing through him, despite her continued tears. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and she was obviously close to having an orgasm. She sat up then, and forced him out of her, then pushed him back into a chair. Straddling him, she quickly slid her pussy back down on him, shivering as he slid completely inside.
Groaning, she managed to slide up and down around ten times, before she almost desperately started to kiss him, pulling his arms around her. Sensing that she wanted to be held, he pulled tight and felt her start to orgasm. He felt warm tears hitting his cheeks again, and heard her softly crying, punctuating a near constant stream of whimpered moans every few seconds. Her lips and hands were still clutching and kissing him the entire time, almost like she was thankful.
A long time passed as she gently gyrated up and down on him, her head laying against his and her tears gently flowing. Finally, she stopped and looked up at him, her eyes red from crying, and her face red from cumming. She shivered in pleasure, giggling and clutching desperately at him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Dexter,” she said, kissing him again. “Thank you for being so sweet and caring. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had someone be as gentle with me as my husband. Thank you for making our first time incredible.”
He smiled, feeling like he’d done a service. She sighed happily. “Are you sure you don’t need to get back to work?” she asked.
He chuckled and looked at the time. It had been 30 minutes already. “I probably should,” he admitted.
She frowned. “Can I make you cum real quick then? I can lick your ass or stick my finger up there while I blow you,” she said, smiling sweetly at him and looking like that was a perfectly normal thing to say.
He coughed in surprise and laughed, shaking his head.
“Never done that?” she asked, grinning at him. “We’ll have to work up to it then,” she said, giggling.
“I’m okay,” he said. “Unless me cumming is part of what you want, then I can just save it up for my girlfriend tonight.”
She smiled. “As long as you don’t get blue balls,” she said, winking. “Oh, do you have your phone?” she asked, smiling widely as an idea sprang to mind.
He nodded and fished out of his pants.
“Open it and let me see,” she said.
Curious as to what she wanted to do, he did as she asked. First, she took her own phone and sent something to him. Then, he saw her change the contact photo on his phone to the one with his dick in her mouth. Giggling, she turned and showed him.
“Now I can just text you whenever I want to get you hard,” she said, laughing. He laughed with her for a few seconds before she looked at him again. “You sure you don’t need to cum, lover?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Not having orgasms isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” he said. “It keeps me horny.”
“Plus, there’s edging to consider too,” she pointed out. He didn’t know what that was and looked at her confused.
“Oh honey,” she said, snickering quietly at him. “I’ve got so much to teach you and Jessie.”
Dexter chuckled and shrugged, letting it go. For about 15 more minutes, she stayed right where she was, gently rocking back and forth and talking with him. The whole time they spoke, she kissed him affectionately and stroked his hands, face, and shoulders with her fingers. Finally, she slid off him and got dressed as he did.
After getting dressed again, she came over to him, kissed him deeply a final time and thanked him a half dozen more before finally letting him go. As he walked back to his own side of the building, he turned and saw her staring at him longingly from her office doorway, waving sweetly as he turned the corner.
He went to the bathroom then and got cleaned up, washing his cock off in the sink and drying it with paper towels so that he didn’t have sticky-dick all day. Memories of her tight pussy sliding up and down on him and her gentle cries of pleasure filled his mind. He kept thinking about how incredibly delicate and vulnerable she felt and looked, and how powerful her orgasm had looked.
Smiling, he looked down as his phone buzzed. Vicky’s lips around his dick popped up, and he laughed, unlocking it to read the message.
It read:
“Dexter
I’m sure you hear this a lot, but that truly was the best sex I’ve ever had. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for taking your time and being so sweet and gentle with me. Even if that was the last time we get, I’ll never forget it and I’ll be forever grateful.
Vicky”
He smiled, reading the message a few times before he finally put his phone away and got back to work.
*****
Jessie
The next morning, Jessie awoke to find that Donna had already gone to her summer class. A little disappointed that she didn’t get to say good morning, she went about her day as normal. Her day too, proved to be a little disappointing. The boss was out of the office so she didn’t really have anything to do.
Taylor let her leave, so she went over to Don and Dexter’s to clean up. Don wasn’t there, so Jessie went home after she was finished, feeling sorry for herself that she didn’t get any attention or get to tease and flirt with Don at all. That evening, Donna came back from work and they watched a movie together. She thought about going to see Dex, but she sensed that her roommate was missing John, so she tried to be extra affectionate with her and stayed home.
Several times, she texted Dexter and spoke to him once on the phone, but for the most part, she simply sat with her roommate. Laying on the couch, Donna’s head on her shoulder and her arm around her, they watched a bunch of reality shows that Donna loved and then went to bed in their own rooms.
Thursday morning Donna was gone again, and Jessie went to work but found that it was much the same as the day before and went home early. Still, she couldn’t contain her excitement at the prospect of what she was going to be doing today, and that only seemed to cause the day to drag on even longer.
Finally, she was able to leave work and drove immediately to the tattoo place that she’d chosen after doing extensive research. All the local reviews said that the artists there were wonderful and would treat her right. It wasn’t exactly on the bad side of town, but it wasn’t in the nicest area either, so she parked and locked the car before quickly heading inside.
The first thing she noticed after entering was the thousands and thousands of pictures and drawings of things that people had had tattooed on themselves. She started to peruse the art, going over and looking at the wall and moving around the room to look at all the examples.
A curtain was pulled aside, drawing her attention, and she saw an older man step through and look over to her. He looked like he was a biker, or maybe a Vietnam Vet, as his arms were covered with tattoos. A younger man came through behind him and smiled. He was more attractive than the older guy, Jessie saw, and had lots of piercings to go along with his tattoos.
“Hello there,” the older man said, sitting down on a chair and smiling at her. She smiled back and greeted him as the younger man sat in a lower chair behind him and opened a magazine.
“I’m looking to get a tattoo,” Jessie said.
“Okay. Do you know what you want?” the older man asked.
She nodded but then shrugged.
“I’ve been thinking about getting Dexter’s Pussy tattooed right above here,” she said, pointing down to the spot she wanted it. “But I’ve had reservations about that.”
Still looking at him, she noticed a wry smile creep up on the man’s face, which then turned into a short laugh.
“I certainly don’t recommend getting someone’s name on you,” he said. “Tattoos aren’t easy to remove, and you can’t tell the future.”
“Oh, I know! You’re so right! I know that I have to be smart about it. I mean… I certainly hope Dexter and I are together forever, but who can tell, you know?” she asked excitedly and talking fast. “Plus, he might not like having his name on me, since he’s such a nice guy and all. What he knows for sure though, is that I’m a complete and total slut when it comes to having sex, so maybe I can do something else.”
“Really?” the older man asked.
She smiled, seeing the younger man look up and smile.
The older man chuckled again, obviously finding something humorous about the fact that she loved sex, though she didn’t know what it could possibly be. “Well, maybe we can do something sexual like that. Is there anything in particular you like to do along the lines of what you’re thinking? Or, maybe you can show us where you want it and we can talk about some options.” He looked up at her as he spoke.