Don't know when it ended...

Rachel was inside the janitor's closet.

She hadn't even spoken a word to John. She'd simply reached over the counter and grabbed his hand. Stroking his palm with her thumb, her eyes had done all the talking for her. Leaning over, he had whispered into her ear, giving it a slight lick.

Rachel happily bounced away.

He told his coworker that he was going for a cigarette. "It's not busy, so I'm taking a break. I'll be back in 10 minutes!" He ran off into the kitchen without waiting for a response.

His colleague just waved his white towel over his shoulder as acknowledgement. Does the boy think I'm stupid? I've been watching the way he's been drooling over that woman. He ain't smoking anything. At least, not until after.

He finished wiping his hands and turned around. Upon making eye contact with Jessica, they both gave each other a knowing smile. Jessica held up her two fingers in a peace sign before sticking her tongue out between them, flickering it. The Bartender chuckled. 

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John went around back and opened the exit door where he told Rachel to wait for him. She had only just gotten there when the door opened and he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her in.

They walked down half a hallway before he lead them into a storage room. It was simple and small. Just an empty desk, inside. The floor was carpeted and three long beans of fluorescent lights illuminated the room. 

John wasted no time grabbing Rachel and kissing her. He had been hard from the moment he'd met her and now he needed to get off.

And he knew she was just as turned on.

Holding her flush against him, John deepened the kiss and breathed in her scent. She met his kiss with equal aggression. Their tongues tangled as his hands moved lower. Brushing over the swell of her hips, he grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into them. She had the perfect ass. It was soft and fit perfectly in his hands.

Rachel rubbed against his dick when she felt it poking at her thigh.

Walking her back, John pushed her up against the door. He unbuckled his belt and tossed it aside. At the same time, she took off her panties and kicked them away. Along with her heels.

The absence of her heels made his head dip down slightly, so he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She was a tiny woman with a lithe body. Apart from her boobs, she hardly had any weight on her. John knew he could toss her about as he pleased. 

The thought excited him.

Rachel hiked up her dress and wrapped her legs around him. She expected him to he just go for it. Stick it in and fuck her senseless. That's how she rolled. That's how the guys she fucked rolled.

But he surprised her by prioritizing her pleasure before his.

Continuing to kiss her, he unwrapped one of her legs from his waist, hooked it over his forearm and pulled it to the side. Her pussy was now on full display. Her labia was engorged and she was already damp. He reached down and began massaging her slick folds.

Wet sounds filled the air.

Rachel gasped into his mouth. 

Parting her folds, he slipped a finger into her while massaging the hard nubbin under her clitoris. Rachel's legs jumped. She grinded against his hand, resting her head on his shoulder. Her throaty moans filled the air.

She pulled the straps of her dress down, freeing her melons. Running her hands through his hair, she yanked his face into her boobs. John took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. At the same time, his hand began to move faster and faster. He shoved another finger into her.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so good. Harder!" Rachel demanded. Her head was getting dizzy, both from the booze and the building pressure in her lower belly.

His hot mouth on her sensitive nipples felt amazing. His fingers were masterful.

Especially that thumb! 

She was close...so close.

Her eyes shut the moment she went over. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. Her cry of fulfillment had her slamming her head back against the door. A sudden flood of wetness left her core, drenching his hand. She panted hard as her entire body shuddered.

John smiled and kissed her cheek. "You're beautiful, Rachel. I loved watching you come undone on my hand." His voice was soft and gentle. It surprised Rachel as she normally only fucked men. She never heard them say sweet things her. Dirty talk and rough fucks was all she was accustomed to. Blushing slightly, she placed her lips back on his.

John withdrew his fingers, eliciting a moan from her. He set her down on her feet and proceeded to take his clothes off completely. Rachel followed suit, shimmying out of her black dress.

She was an exhibitionist. She loved having sex in places where they could get caught. Though he had locked the door anyone could hear them. Anyone could come knocking.

John's body was very muscular. She thought he was lanky, but seeing him completely nude revealed how taut he was. And that golden skin was so smooth and beautiful. She wanted to devour him. Her eyes moved lower and she watched him stimulate himself.

He was grower, not a shower. She smiled wickedly and licked her lips.

"Like what you see?" John teased.

Rachel grabbed his shaft and placed it against her entrance. "No more foreplay, darling. Let's get down to it."

John picked her up, turned her around and carried her to the desk. He must have planned to fuck her on this desk because it looked and smelled like it had been wiped down with disinfectant.

Spreading her legs wide, he positioned his tip right at her entrance and pushed it inch by inch. Rachel opened her eyes, about to ask him why he was going so slow when she saw how intently he was staring at her.

"I don't want to hurt you. Is this okay?"

Rachel was floored by his tender concern. He was a very attentive and caring lover. He was husband material. 

But that wasn't what she wanted now. She was throbbing so painfully down there. The part of his shaft that was already in her was pulsating as well. The anticipation was driving her crazy.

"I can take it," she breathed, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull him in. "Don't hold back on me."

And with that, he shoved his entire length into her. 

Rachel spine arched and her neck stretched as she felt like she'd been pierced by a blade. A deliciously hot, hard and meaty blade. John's dick reached a depth no one else's had.

He threw his head back as well and groaned. "Fuck...you're so tight. So hot. I could get addicted to this."

Rachael was in full agreement. She squirmed, trying to create friction.

Holding tight onto her thighs, John pulled back until only the tip was in and glided back into her. Since her passageway was so dewy from her first orgasm, it was easy for him to pick up momentum. Rachel moaned loudly as his smooth glides soon turned into hard thrusts. 

John pulled at her legs, causing her butt to come off the table. Rachel fell back. He was working at her from a new angle now. His hips slammed so hard into hers she felt his balls slap against her ass. She was growing dizzy with pleasure. She felt like her brain was turning into mush from how hard he was pounding into her. The desk creaked and move back an inch. 

His grip on her waist tightened to the point of pain. He wasn't looking at her face anymore, he was looking at the point of penetration.

Rachel felt herself begin to slip a second time. She could hear his loud grunts as she clawed at the desk. The flesh between her legs seared in sensation and she couldn't stop the full out scream that erupted from her lips. She came harder than she did the first time, the pleasure shooting out of her legs and washing over his dick.

Her body hummed and she seriously struggled to breathe for a second. But John didn't stop. Lifting her hips even higher, he slammed four more times into her rippling body before he finally came. His release exploded inside her, bathing her womb and dripping down her butt. He gave a low shout, followed by a long groan as he spasmed from the pleasure. His body swayed and he squeezed her butt cheeks.

Then he kept going.

He put her in a different position. Tossing one of her legs aside, he placed the other one against his chest, pointing straight up. She was on her side now, one foot dangling off the desk, the other one pointed at the ceiling. He interlocked his fingers where her leg met her hip and used that to anchor himself so he could slam home. 

Rachel's eyes rolled back. His dick was so hot, so broad, so forceful. She lay limp on the table simply taking the pleasure he was giving her. She clenched her inner muscles and focused on nothing but hitting that sweet peak again.

Her body was growing increasingly sweaty and she was so drenched down there she briefly wondered if she had peed herself. Each time he slammed himself to the hilt her body went further up the desk. But with the grip he had on her leg, he pulled her close when he withdrew. Only to slam her up again. She bounced up and down, her breasts chafing against the wood. At this stage she had completely lost her voice. All she could do was pant.

The sound of their flesh smacking, her broken whimpers and his heavy grunts filled the closet. The very air was filled with their pheromones

Her third orgasm exploded and she shook her head like a woman possessed. He came a moment later and she felt another flood of warmth in her womb right before he collapsed over her.

The two of them just laid there for a moment, panting. He traced her chin with his tongue. She thought he was going to French kiss her when he stood back up.

He adjusted her again. Only this time he lifted both her legs and put them on his shoulders. He grasped her calves before pounding into her. The new position caused his flesh to smack more loudly against hers. She felt giddy and delirious. An electric current shot through Rachel and she got her voice again, practically wailing from the intense sensation. Her energy was back. She slammed her fists repeatedly on the desk.

"John! John! John!" She did not know what else to say. She just knew that she did not want him to stop.

He seemed to understand the emotion in her eyes. His fiery gaze locked onto hers. "That's right baby. Just enjoy it. Don't think, just focus on how I'm fucking you."

Before Rachel could respond, he increased his tempo and all thought was lost as another convulsion wracked her body. She thrashed in ecstasy, tears flooding from her eyes. When he came, because of the angle she was being fucked in, his release shot up like a missile and hit her GSPOT. Her orgasm, which had been fading away came back to life and she screamed in pleasure, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.

Remaining inside her, he placed her legs back around him and picked her off the table. Her inner muscles were still clenching and unclenching uncontrollably around his dick. Her entire body was shaking. In a way, so was he.

He sat down on the floor and laid back. He was hard again.

"Ride me, Rachel." He commanded grasping her hips. "Take my body the way I took yours."

Rachael placed both her hands on his stomach and began to move her hips back and forth. With each sway, she felt the urge to shatter grow once more. She was so sensitive, but she didn't want to stop cumming. John reached up and began massaging her boobs. Now she was the one in control. She moved her hips faster and faster. Back and forth. In circles. In a figure 8. She forgot all about the man underneath her as she tried to hit all her pleasure points. Her knees began to hurt from where they were pressed against the rough carpet, but she kept on.

John bit her boob, hard, causing her eyes to snap open. She looked at him in surprise, but he'd timed it perfectly as in the next second he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. She shattered again, the sharp pain in her boob only heightening her pleasure.

He dick swelled and erupted inside her again. They stayed that way for a while, holding tightly onto each other. She could feel his heartbeat sync with hers as they listened to each other breathe. She began to slowly move her hips.

John chuckled in her ear. "You still want more."

"Yes, but not on the floor."

They stood up, briefly disengaging. Rachel saw his massive, veiny dick dripping with her juices as well as still leaking from the tip.

She turned to face the desk and gripped the edge of it. Sticking her ass out at him she bended her body. "This is my favorite position, John."

John stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back up against his chest. He grasped her chin and tilted her head back for a long, steamy kiss. At the same time he parted her legs and pushed aside her buttocks. Rachael felt his hard tip nudge her wet entrance. Since she was so slick, he could have just gone all the way in but he didn't. He entered her bit by bit, all the while trying to shove his tongue as deep as he could into her mouth. When he was fully buried, his hand left her chin and moved down, gliding over her breasts before landing on her clit. At the same time, he started to slowly slide in and out of her. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him more forcefully onto her mouth. She did not want to break the kiss. Or any form of contact.

John played with each of her nipples.

All he while, he worked her clit.

And kept up his slow thrusts.

Rachel came again. Only this time she didn't cry or scream, she simply groaned into his mouth.

John looked at her with a smirk. "Was that to your satisfaction?"

Rachel smirked back. "It was. But when I get fucked from behind I like to be bent over and have my hair pulled. I like to get manhandled, John."

John's was aroused by her order. "Alright, then turn around and hold onto the desk tightly. Because if you slip and we end up on the floor, we'll be trying some more of my favorite positions."

Rachel laughed and did as he said. And John did exactly as she said. This time they came together and sure enough after the dual orgasm they both fell on the floor. And well, John acted on his threat.

Rachel didn't know when it ended. All she knew was that he was still inside her when she fell unconscious.