I never heard the door to my office open or the teen mail boy delivering my mail walk in. He was standing near my feet, staring up my skirt. I continued masturbating openly in front of this pimple faced kid. He was almost 6’ tall and maybe 175 pounds of pent up sexuality.
“Lock the door behind you, Jake,” I said huskily. “If you want to stay and help me.”
Jake quickly locked my office door and returned to where he was, staring between my legs. I asked Jake to tug my skirt off as I lifted my ass off of my desk chair. He did as I asked and remained closer to me when he finished that task. I opened my legs again and spread my labia, letting Jake look right inside my wet vagina.
Jake's slacks were tented nicely. This boy, who is younger than my son, was standing beside me watching me fingering my puss while he stared on. I unbuttoned my blouse and hiked my bra over my 36C breasts. Jake’s cock twitched inside his slacks.
I pinched a nipple, getting it nice and hard while slipping two fingers in and out of my now dripping hole. I motioned Jake closer to me. I unzipped his fly and pulled his stiffy out of his boxers. He had a long, thin dick, maybe seven inches tip to base. I slid my fist up and down his hardness as he moaned loudly.
“Do you want to cum on my tits or in my mouth?” I asked Jake sexily.
“Can I cum on your tits please?” Jake squeaked out.
I unhooked my bra and tossed it and my blouse aside. I started stroking his cock roughly in my soft hand. I kept two fingers busy inside my pussy too. Jake was watching my fingers and my bobbing breasts alternately.
I started pumping his rod as fast as I could and Jake blasted a huge stream of teen cum onto my bouncing boobs. He grunted as his second blast erupted from his one eyed beast. I aimed the next blast at my open mouth. This stream actually hit the back of my throat. Young people can cum like a geyser.
“If you don’t have a wet wipe or a wash rag, you will need to lick the cum off of my tits,” I said with authority.