Sunday Evening’s Debauchery

Chapter Seven

Catrin

Mr. Muller was explaining to me why he likes orgies. It makes sense why. Having s*x is fun and feels great. Right? So, it would make sense that having more partners would make it even better! At least that was the logic of my extremely horny mind.

I couldn’t help stealing glances at Mr. Muller’s d**k print. He was huge. By far bigger than any man I have ever been with before. I hope he didn’t see me looking.

I was trying to be a good girl and concentrate on what Mr. Muller was telling me after I asked if he had s*x with men too. I didn’t care if he did or didn’t. I never understood the fuss about men being bisexual. He was talking about sensations and how he enjoyed giving pleasure to others. It was driving me mad with lust.

I notice Mr. Muller scoot closer to me. My heart skipped a beat. I just looked at him. Hoping he would kiss me. He must have read my mind, because he then leaned in and started kissing me. His kiss was as passionate as before. I opened my mouth so he could take control of it like before.

As we were kissing, I realized that he was on top of me, and we were lying down on the sofa. I don’t remember lying down, but at this moment I didn’t care. I felt him start exploring my body with his hands. I wanted him to explore everything. His hands soon found my breast and he started to squeeze them. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.

Mr. Muller stopped kissing me and pulled far away enough to be able to watch me. He started to remove one of my t**s from my dress. I quickly brought my hands up to stop him and to cover my exposed breast. I looked around, but no one seemed to be watching or looking at us.

“Are you okay?” Mr. Muller ask me. Never taking his eyes off from me.

At that moment, I had a bit of clarity. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. I just got hired by him.

“Um. I don’t know. Maybe we shouldn’t. You just hired us as your cleaners. Would this make things weird between us?” I ask him. I want to continue, but I don’t want to regret it later.

“We are two consenting adults, who both want to find their release in each other’s company. This doesn’t have to interfere with our work relationship. If you want to continue, we can. If you want to stop, we can. The choice is yours, Catrin.” He says, without looking away or making another move.

I think about it for a split second. Why not? I am an adult, and I very much want to have s*x with this man. I am tired of the norms of having to be courted first. “ I want to continue.” I tell him, as I start to blush.

“Me too.” Mr. Muller says with a smile. He slowly pulls down the fabric that is covering my breast. I have all I can do not to cover myself with my hands again, but I don’t have to worry about them being exposed for too long because he starts to suck on them.

My n*****s are hard and so sensitive. I can feel his tongue roll over them. He sucks them hard, and I let out a soft moan.

I feel him put his hand on the back of my leg, and he slowly trails it up, going under the dress, to my ass. He squeezes it hard and pulls my ass cheeks apart. I can feel him slip his fingers underneath my underwear. The anticipation is killing me.

He swipes his finger along my p***y lips to coat his fingers in my wetness. He then runs his finger back up, finding my sensitive button. He starts rubbing it softly. I let out a moan as my hips do a slight buck.

He slowly slides his finger back down my p***y to gather more juices and returns to massaging my c**t. I feel the tension in my lower belly start. He picks up his paste. Between his assault of my c**t and his vigorous sucking of my breasts, I come undone. My toes curl and my legs squeeze together, trapping his hand there until my body is done spasming.

“You c*m so beautifully.” I hear Mr. Muller say to me as he kisses me again.

He sits up on his knees, while still staying between my legs. He reaches underneath my dress and pulls my underwear off. He drops them on the floor beside us. He starts to slide my dress straps over my shoulders, but I stop him.

“Would I be able to keep my dress on?” I ask him. My breasts are still out and exposed to him.

“Of course.” He tells me as he starts to undue his pants. I can’t help but watch. He pulls his pants down to his knees. My eyes widen a little as his d**k was bigger than I thought. He has to be close to 9 inches. As I was goggling at his d**k, he has fully removed his pants and had grabbed a condom from the bowl.

He unrolls the condom down his long shaft. He then leans back onto me and positions himself at my entrance. He takes his d**k and slides the tip up and down my slit. His eyes never leaving mine. My hips buck towards him. In one quick motion, he pushes his d**k inside of me. I let out a gasp. He instantly pulls himself back, where only the tip of him is inside me, and thrust back into me again. I let out another gasp. He doesn't stop and continues to plunge deeper into me. My p***y has now adjusted to his size, and it starts to feel good.

He starts to pick up his pace. He keeps hitting a certain spot inside me that no man has ever touched before. It feels so good, and I feel that familiar tension starts to build again. I grab his forearms and close my eyes, as my back starts to arch up. His thrust are unrelenting. I hear him start to moan as he begins to c*m. Hearing his moan as he came undone pushed me over the edge, and I came again. My toes curled, and my legs tried to close again, holding Mr. Muller captive between my legs. I could feel his d**k twitching inside me.

He towers over me, “You felt so good.” I heard him say in a whisper as he places gentle kisses on my neck. He then removes himself from being inside me. It makes me feel empty. After a few minutes of him kissing my neck and shoulders he sits up and removes the condom.

I quickly adjust myself, so my breast are covered. I grab my underwear from the floor and hastily put them on. I straighten my dress and pull it down as to cover myself up. He puts on his pants and sit down beside me again. I don't know what to do or say. I start to get nervous and try to avoid eye contact with him as I look around.

“Are you okay?” He asks me.

“Yes... Umm... thank you for that! Sorry. I'm not sure what to say.” I confess to him.

“You don’t have to say anything. The pleasure was all mine.” He says, has he leans in and gives me a soft peck on the lips. “Are you thirsty?”

Now that it is been brought to my attention, I am extremely thirsty. I nod. He gets up and offers me his hand. I take it and we walk over to the bar holding one another's hand. I sit down on one of the bar stools and I order a bottle of water.

We sit and talk for a while before Emma walks up to us all flushed in the face. Looking totally exhausted, but glowing.

I notice that it is 00:30, and suggest that we have to get going has we have to be up early for work tomorrow. I ask to barman how much we owe him, but he said it was on the house has he walks away. I stand up and notice that Mr. Muller has also stood up with us.

"Let me walk you two out." He says. We all start walking to the door engaging in light chit chat.