Taboo Stepson System-Chapter 46: Grace’s Rampage
By the time they arrived at the spa, the once clear blue sky had turned orange alongside the Sun below the western horizon.
It was about 6:30pm, half an hour after the Spa closing time. All other employees had signed out apart from the receptionist who looked ready to depart with a grudging frown on her face.
’Chill bitch, shit face doesn’t fit you.’
As he stood behind, carrying the basket in hand, Grace exchanged a couple of words with the receptionist, before nodding.
Throwing a quick glance at him, the shit faced receptionist walked past him towards the exit and left, obviously clocking out.
’So it’s just us now huh?.’
Instinctively relaxing his shoulders for unknown reason, Miles casually glanced around and happened to catch Grace freeze in motion for a moment before resuming to leading him through the walkway to her office.
There were no words spoken, only the repeated click of their footsteps could be heard.
Suddenly they stopped, arriving at the door to Grace’s office and she easily inserted the key in a fluid motion born from familiarity.
Click!
Pushing down the knob, the door opened.
Tagging behind, Miles also stepped into the office.
At first his goal was clear, change back into his normal outfits and leave. But the atmosphere in the office switched to a new, familiar tempo the moment the door closed behind him, making him lose sight of his goal.
Grace stopped in her tracks, her shoulders raising as she took a deep breath. Probably about to make the best decision of her life.
’Shit, don’t tell me–’ Before his thoughts could form the sentence, Grace had already turned to face him. The ravaging lust in her body gleamed sharply through her eyes as their gaze met, her chest heaved with fiery breath seething from her nostrils.
"You know how wet you’ve made me?"
The next moment, Grace pulled up off her shirt, revealing her moderate-sized tits bagged in a black sports bra. She flung the shirt to one corner, and charged at him.
Bang! Clatter!
The basket fell from Miles’ hands, some of the bottles inside shattered and scattered broken pieces of glass through the office floor, but neither Miles or Grace cared.
Smooch! Smooch! Hmmmmmm! Smooch!
Trying to match her fiery pace, Miles grabbed Grace’s ass, squeezing hard as he slammed her against the wall.
" Hmmmm- come here- Hmmmm- you’ll pay- Hmmm– for making me watch such torment."
Her legs were hung tight around Miles’ waist, not caring about the logic of how he could possibly withstand her assault.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and digging her fingers into his hair to deepen their kiss. Grace poured out all her emotions, her odd persona discarded and replaced by a girl who had needs. At the same time, she revealed she wasn’t as strong as she would be witnessing such a strong edible cock as Miles’ in action. Deep within her she craved to be dominated just like Carolina when overcome by lust, but unfortunately for now, she could only afford to quench the burden watching Miles had given her.
" Hmmmm Hmmmmmm Hmmmm."
The sound of deep, heavy breathing filled the room, alongside the scuffle of clothes being removed.
Smooch! Smooch! Smooch!
As Grace dove further and Miles resisted her assault, looking for a chance to take over, the exchange got more heated.
" Hmmm–"
Sucking her tongue and saliva,Miles stumbled through the pieces of glass on the floor, inhaling the large amount of aromatic scent that acted as an aphrodisiac, he placed Grace on the table after pushing away whatever may have been in place there.
Smooch! Hmmm–!
They both took a brief break.
Grace pulled up his shirt in a hasty , deranged manner like that of a dog in heat and proceeded to pull down his pants halfway, exposing his underwear with his rod bent within.
As her lust ignited at the sight of his dick, Miles reciprocated the gesture and discovered he had a hidden talent pulling off bras.
Because with a quick click, his fingers located the locks and freed her babies. The bra was flung to another corner while Miles found her pants, which was part of her masseuse uniform, troublesome, so he simply put some strength to it and tore it apart.
As the tearing sound of fabric reverberated through the office, Grace was given a moment of respite to catch her breath.
Within two seconds, Miles ripped her pants apart and found her thin laced underwear totally soaked.
With a smirk, two of his fingers shifted the fabric aside and slipped past drooling moist of her cleanly shaved pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
A jolting sharp moan filled the room.
Grace instinctively held on to both corners of the table and leaned on her back with widened eyes from pure ecstasy.
" Dripping bitch, you were pretending to be strong all along ."
Miles snarkily remarked as he moved it within her pussy, shocked that it was so moist that anything could easily slip in. In short, she had the moistest pussy he ever felt. Not even Deb dripped this hard.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Grace moaned at the top of her lungs as Miles kept thrusting his fingers inside her pussy. She couldn’t speak.
"Hehehe- Even. A dildo would never quench this pussy. It’s too moist for rubber or wood. Only a real dick will."
As Miles thrusted his fingers, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her breasts, sucking the right nipple.
"Hmmmmmmnm– smooch!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Finding the pleasure unbearable, Grace reached the peak and began to spasm .
"Hehehe- I want to feel such a rare dripping pussy before your fluid fills it."
Miles stopped, withdrew, and quickly pulled down his underwear to reveal a readily activated weapon of destruction. In slippery motion and tight feeling, his dick slipped into Grace’s dripping warm pussy.
" Argh!"
Overwhelmed by the ecstatic sensation, Miles closed his eyes and grunt in never felt before pleasure.
" Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The next moment, after feeling Miles dick sharply intrude and embed itself between her inner walls, Grace instinctively moved her waist to meet it. She screamed in bliss, orgasming a flood of fluid as she vibrated like an epileptic patient on the table.
The moment passed in a blissful silence afterwards, both for Miles who savoured the sensation of her fluid gushing with his cock inside her, and Grace feeling saved from the maddening lust.
However, they were or rather, it was just starting.
Miles didn’t care if she was tired, he started thrusting, releasing a slurry sound while her pussy dripped down a thick slimy trail downward.
" Ahhh! Ahhhh–! Ahhhhhh!"
Even without feeling much of her surrounding or body, Grace moaned from every pound Miles gave.
She was laid on the table, so Miles couldn’t hold back from groping both of her shaking tits while thrusting at the same time.
Slurp! Slurp! "Ahhhh– ! Ahhhh–!!!"
As her pussy suctioned his dick, releasing a sloppy wet sound, Grace moaned louder.
’Ahhh- My body has never felt this strange before- hmmm- Omg- mmmmm- is that the sound from my pussy? I feel like a bad dirty slut.’ Grace thoughts.
Whilst, Miles feeling pride gnaw at him for pounding such a good wet pussy, didn’t hold back his thoughts.
"Damn Boss, I never knew you had such a good pussy the last time we fucked. Feelings like it has a life draining mechanism inside that wants to suck everything from me–" he continued. "You’re such a premium slut, I wonder how you could live in such cold pretense all this while."
As Miles kept pounding and exposing her nature, Grace felt a new sense of ecstasy coming from his compliments .
Swarmed by the pleasure of his cock and his hands on her boobs, Grace didn’t realise she was starting to consider being called a premium slut a compliment.
Instead, her desire bloomed even more and a need to please Miles grew in her.
She quickly came for the second time, soaking Miles in her fluid, while the rest dripped on the floor in a slimy trail.
Pulling out, Miles slapped her folds, teasingly spearing her as her fluid gushed before penetrating deep.
"Ahhhh-!" His hand found her neck, suffocating her as his pace grew.
Grace couldn’t moan out loud, she gasped desperately for oxygen while he penetrated deep inside her.
Cumming for the third time, Miles couldn’t hold back and came too.
