Hardened Amber (Patreon)

And here we have the third and final smaller story for the week. I decided to go with three just to bring the total word count across all of them to an amount comparable to my normal output. Well that and there were just a lot of good ideas and I wanted to write them out! Those opposed to pornographic depictions of real people may want to skip this story!

“I think we made some good progress today Amber.”

“I think so too. Thank you Dr. Safford.”

Amber stepped out of the office with her therapist in tow and a grin spread across her face. She stepped out of the way as her doctor smiled and turned to address his assistant, “I'm going out to lunch know Wendell, did you want me to pick you up anything?”

“No thanks Dr. Safford, I brought something from home,” His tall, dark, and handsome assistant replied.

“All right. Remember what we talked about Amber. I'll see you on Thursday.”

“I will doctor. Thanks again.”

She rummaged around in her purse for a moment pretending to look for something until Dr. Safford had left. Once he was gone Amber immediately looked at Wendell with a familiar gleam in her pale green eyes, “Again Mrs. Heard?” He said in a nervous but excited tone, “We almost got caught last time!”

“Yes we did.” She agreed, “Which just means you'll have to cum faster.”

While he stood up and hurriedly turned on the answering machine for his phone line Amber sauntered back into Dr. Safford's office. By the time Wendell joined her the form fitting blue jeans and comfortable pumps she'd had on were lying in a pile on the floor. Her white blouse was already unbuttoned and with a casual twist of her fingers she undid the front clasp on her bra. She smiled expectantly at her long time fuck buddy as she sat down on the couch with her legs spread open to reveal the skimpy little black thong she had on. Despite knowing what he was supposed to do Wendell couldn't help but stare at her invitingly damp panties. Although technically covered the tiny strip of cloth did so little to hide her pussy he could see everything from her plump outer lips to the swollen bud at the crest of her sex. In addition to the curly tuft of dark blonde hair that matched the wavy locks framing her sultry face. No matter how many times it happened there was no getting around the innate surreality of having sex with such a gorgeous and famous woman. Luckily his hands weren't bound by the same disbelief as his brain and quite independent of his awestruck stare they unzipped his slacks and freed his large, throbbing cock. Soon after his feet kicked into gear and he promptly joined her on the couch. Amber helpfully moved into a more inviting position on her hands and knees, her tight yet appealingly plump ass offered to him on a platter.

“Shove that big, fat cock inside my pussy!” She commanded, thoroughly enjoying the vulgarity spewing from her mouth, “Fuck me like you did last week!”

“Yes ma'am.” Wendell meekly responded.

Taking hold of his dick with both hands he lifted up to her all but dripping slit, whereupon Amber helpfully pulled aside her thong to give him free access. He dutifully pushed his tip inside her and she immediately started moaning, “Oh fuck yes! God I've needed this!”

Wendell nodded and sheepishly pushed forward until his entire shaft had disappeared inside her quivering sex. Like always the tip came to rest against the entrance of her womb and would soon return there as he started to pull back. He knew full well what really got her going and although he was naturally more inclined towards gentleness the timer hanging over their heads spurred him to start thrusting in earnest straight away. His cock glided out of her amidst strands of gooey pussy juice and heady dollops of precum, only to be returned with added force halfway through the trip. Amber squealed in delight as his prick slammed against her cervix and all the air momentarily rushed out of her lungs. Wendell was the only one man she knew who could so efficiently reach that deep inside her and, when combined with the naturally illicit thrill of fucking in her therapist's office, it made for a fantastic motivation for some ball slapping sex. She wasted no time pushing back against his member each time he started to push forward and before long their combined pace saw him pounding her at a speed that simply couldn't be described. Barely a couple minutes into their madcap fun and she was already starting to moan loud enough for those in other offices to hear her. That volume issue wasn't helped when her lover raised one of his large hands and brought it down with an echoing slap against one of her buttocks. Immediately wracked by a bolt of pleasure that stole her breath away Amber had to bite down on the pillow she'd been resting her head against not so long ago. Because she was definitely having too much to risk getting caught at this stage. Plus the ecstasy surging through her was starting to reach a point that would stop her from making any rational decisions like that rather soon.

Her rapidly approaching orgasm wasn't helped, or rather it very much was helped, by another powerful swat hitting her other ass cheek just moments before Amber tipped over the edge. Momentarily releasing her grip on the pillow she couldn't help but cry out more foul mouthed encouragement, “Oh God that's it! Keep spanking me! You're gonna make me cum! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!”

Exactly as she hoped her words were met with another quick slap and another jolt of pleasure arcing through her body. Wendell started thrusting with a focus on force instead of speed and Amber was overcome by it all within seconds. Once more biting down on the pillow to keep from breaking the window panes she cried out at loud and as long as her quavering through would allow. His dick hammered her cervix like it was trying to break her and a rush of ecstasy exploded outward from each impact. It traveled to the tips of her extremities and set every nerve along the way alight. Juices gushed out of her pussy to soak both of them in a pungent, sticky mess while the rest of her body momentarily slumped forward in a quivering heap. For an all too brief moment she was only capable of lying there as he fucked her like a cheap toy. Part of her wanted the experience to continue like that until he eventually came but a much more vocal minority insisted on being part of the fun. As more than a cock sleeve at least. Eventually the outspoken part of her won and she managed to begin pushing back against his thrusts once more. Although because her body was still shaking uncontrollably and overcome with the continued pleasure of a nice, fat dick her movements were haphazard and ungainly at best. Not that it mattered all that much when Wendell had such a firm grasp on her waist with one hand and was repeatedly spanking her ass with the other. Every time his hand or hips collided with her ass she would lurch forward regardless of whatever else she was trying to do. While he continued slamming away exactly as hard as she wanted until she just had to speak up again.

“God I love your cock!” She whimpered, “Don't you dare stop fucking me!”

More than happy to comply with her orders Wendell did exactly as she asked and continued thrusting away. He tried to keep one eye on his wrist watch but paying attention to such things as time was a difficult prospect when Amber's pert, bouncing ass was perpetually within view. It didn't take long for him to settle into a kind of mindless rhythm as he too was overcome by the pleasure and thrill of yet another tryst. Only with the added caveat of her incredible pussy constantly gripping him so tightly it was often difficult to keep up a steady pace. Both of them swiftly lost count of how many times she came, many of her orgasms layering over one another in little bursts of untold ecstasy thanks to his relentless pace. Whenever she started to come down from one he'd give her a good hard spank or find a momentary burst of speed and pound away until she was tossed right back into that roiling sea of carnal bliss. Any concern for being caught, making too much noise, or really anything other than sex faded from both of their minds. Thinking about anything other than his thrusting dick or her immeasurably tight pussy was simply too much wasted effort so long as there was still energy left to thrust, grind, spank, or moan. And even when there wasn't the pleasure they felt eroded higher brain functions almost to a fault. Only a very small handful of things could pierce the wordless veil surrounding the pair of them and one such example reared it's head before too long.

“I'm cumming!” Wendell exclaimed.

“Oh fuck yes!” Amber cried, her eyes rolling back in her head, “Fucking cum inside me baby! Cum inside me right now!”

In no position to do anything else he simply groaned and slammed his dick into her pussy with all his waning might. She moaned and buried her face in the cushions to mask the enthusiastic screams pouring from her lips. Seconds after another, toe curling orgasm wracked her body Wendell finally reached the limit of his endurance. He continued to fuck her as hard and fast as he could while thick, gooey jets of cum exploded out of his cock. Although his pace slowed considerably and the force with which his hips collided against his trembling pink buttocks was nowhere near as strong it nevertheless made Amber absolutely giddy with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy surged through her, crashing down on every nerve in her quivering body as he blasted her slutty little hole with enough spunk to all but guarantee she'd walk away pregnant. She could already feel his jizz seeping into her womb thanks to his unmitigated assault on her cervix not so long ago. And through it all Wendell continued thrusting in a manner that kept her at the very peak of pleasure for much, much longer than any of her other flings could. Even after the bulk of his spunk had been emptied into her cunt and rivulets of warm semen were trickling out of her she continued to shake and moan in response. The near constant speed of his thrusts slowed to a crawl as he gradually pulled out yet she remained a shuddering, barely coherent mess of a woman. When his dick finally managed to slip free the visible contractions wracking her slightly gaped hole practically sent his cum squirting out of her. Along with all the sweet smelling juices trickling out along side it. Once Wendell's hands left her hips she all but collapsed onto the couch, her buttocks continuing to jiggle from the aftershocks of her ongoing pleasure.

“I think we have enough time to clean this up Mrs. Heard.” He said, watching her ass bounce like it was the first time witnessing such a thing, “Do you need help?”

“Nope. I'm good right here.” She said in a muffled voice.

“But we need to—”

“Either stick your dick back inside me or go eat your lunch.”

“I-but-are you serious?”

Lifting her head to smile at him with a glint of unhinged lust she slowly tilted her head to the side and said, “We have time don't we?”

“Yes but there a pretty big mess to clean up.”

“Uh huh . . . or you could stop wasting time with that and get back to fucking me.”

They looked at one another in silence for a few seconds as Wendell's cock cast it's vote. Amber watched it slowly harden and bit her lip, waiting for him to make the right choice. “I guess we can go again . . . if we're fast . . .”

“That's up to you baby,” She laughed, rolling onto her back and reaching down to spread open the sopping lips of her pussy, “I think you can manage it!”