Friday morning was laid back as usual. Casual attire so the ladies wore everything from jeans to denim skirts. Kelly knew what turned me on and always took the opportunity to tease me. Today she wore a pair of black yoga pants that clung perfectly to her legs and ass. 

“What are you looking at?” she asked over her shoulder with a sexy smile.

“You know what I’m looking at,” I answered, watching her retrieve a handful of envelopes from the bottom shelf of the supply rack in my office, “That ass looks good enough to eat.”

“Mister Terry,” she said in feigned shock, “I can't believe you would say something so vulgar.”

“Would you believe my dick is hard?” I countered.

“It had better be,” she answered, “These things are a size too small, but I thought you would approve of them.”

“I think they fit perfectly,” I stated, “The only way they could look better would be on the floor by my desk.”

“Not today,” she frowned, “That time of the month.”

“That sucks,” I groaned, “Hope you aren't cramping badly.”

“Not really. Just normal I guess,” she smiled bravely. 

I sat back in my chair, my knees spread wide and my erection obscenely tenting my jeans, staring at my favorite lover. Shaking my head with a smile, I rubbed my chin, feeling the shadow of whiskers that seemed to appear long before five o'clock.

“What?” she asked, scrunching her nose and giving me a sideways look.

“I'm just trying to figure out a way to tell you that your mouth isn't on a period. You know, without sounding like an asshole.”

“Well, that wasn't the way to do it,” she laughed, pushing my door shut.

I picked up my phone and said, “Lori. Hold my calls. I'm in a meeting and don't need to be disturbed.”

“Yes sir,” she answered just before she whispered, “When do I get that big dick again?”

“Uhm,” I hummed, watching Krlly kneel between my knees and start opeing my five-oh-ones, “Let me look at my schedule, and I'll get back to you on that.”

“You’d better,” came her barbed whisper through the earpiece, “I need it.”

“Yes ma'am,” I replied, putting the phone back on its base. 

Kelly had my cock out and was stroking it softly, “What's gotten into her, anyway?”

“Who? Lori?” I asked, “I don't know. Why?”

“She hasn't been herself all week,” Kelly said, never looking up from my cock, “She's been smiling, acting friendly to everyone. I mean, she's been giddy all week.”

“Huh,” I grunted as my beautiful assistant wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, “Maybe she found a boyfriend.”

Her soft lips slid further down my cock, her warm tongue swirling around the head, suddenly pulling back and looking up at me, “Could have, I guess. That would explain it.”

“Mmmhmm,” I agreed, my head falling back and my eyes closing when Kelly took my cock in her mouth again. I wanted so much to enjoy this and savor it for hours but we had to be quick. 

Kelly knew it as well as I did, stroking my long, thick shaft with her right hand while she worked on my cock head with her hot mouth. 

I did take a moment of reflection, however hurried as this would have to be. Thinking back to that day that Kelly and I made love for the first time. Had it been two years? I remember walking into my office and seeing her sitting in my chair, legs spread and wearing only my tie and jacket. I don't know if I would say that we were in love, but we hadn’t missed a week in two years of either fucking or a quick oral treat like this one. Don't judge me too quickly. I give as good as I get. 

Back to reality, my lover’s hand, lubricated with her saliva, slid quickly and smoothly up and down my shaft while she licked and sucked my cock head. She knew exactly how I liked it and did it just so nicely. The fingers of her left hand tickled and fondled my ball sack, rolling them around like a toy. My orgasm was quickly building. 

I didn't bother to warn her. She could tell and she loved it anyway. Over the past two years, Kelly had drunk a gallon or more of my semen. Every time she did this for me, she tried to extend my orgasm, coaxing every drop that she could from my loins.

Today was no different. My thick, white fluid shot from my cock and onto her tongue, sliding like a silky froth down her throat. With a sexy wink, she looked into my eyes while I filled her mouth with my cum. I ran the fingers of my left hand through her long hair, taking in the beauty that sucked at my rigid cock. She sucked and stroked my cock through every expulsion of seed, swallowing every drop. 

My orgasm faded after several minutes and Kelly took my cock, still rock hard, from her lips. With a satisfied smile, she wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed from the bottom to the top, forcing one last glob of thick cum from my sex, “Good to the last drop,” she grinned before licking the sauce from the tip of my cock, “You owe me one.”

“I look forward to settling up,” I said, stuffing my wilting dick back into my pants.

“Monday morning?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Yes ma'am,” I answered, accepting a kiss. Her tongue tasted of cum and I sucked it all down. When she stood to go to her desk I pointed to the corner of my mouth to signal that she had a drop of cum running to her chin. With her finger, she scooped it up and turned her cheek for my inspection, “You got it,” I said, smirking.

“Thanks,” she said, licking her finger as she opened the door, “One hour till the weekend.”

“Can’t wait,” I answered, watching her walk away.

Thirty-five minutes passed and I was finishing the week's accounting, getting ready for deposits. If I left at noon, I could be back before Kacie arrived. Stuffing the checks and cash into a bank bag, I looked up to see Lori at my office door, arms crossed and a smile on her face.

“You have the figures ready?” she asked of the accounting. 

Our office policy dictated that two people count the cash separately to ensure honesty. Once the reconciliation was made, both parties signed an accounting log to identify who counted. Normally, that's what took place. I nodded to Lori who came to my desk to do her count. Standing beside my chair, she leaned over my desk and started counting out the bills.

“How did your meeting go?” she asked.

“Meeting?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “Your closed door with Kelly.”

“Oh,” I said, “It was short but productive.”

“So a quick blownob, then?” Lori smirked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well,” she began, “Kelly passed me when she left here and there was a big glob of cum on her collar and your fly is still open.”

“I looked down at my lap, kicking myself for forgetting to button my jeans, “Uhm,” I began.

“No worries,” Lori chuckled, “Your secret is safe. Just don't forget, I want that cock too.”

“You don't have to worry about that,” I said, my hand finding her calf beneath the hem of her long skirt, “I enjoyed our little Monday meeting.”

“So did I,” she agreed as I slid my hand up her thigh and to her crotch.

“No panties?” I smiled, “And you shaved your pussy.”

“Waxed,” she corrected, “You like?”

Her sex was dripping wet, coating her inner thighs with her girl cum. My fingers slid inside her cunt easily, “I can't wait to see it.”

Standing up from counting the cash, Lori took the five steps to my office door and checked the hall. No one there, she turned to face me and pulled her long skirt up to her waist, revealing her garter belt and her freshly waxed pussy. My cock began to swell in my pants again, pushing through the opening of my fly. I would just have to make deposits after Kacie left this afternoon.

“Close the door, Lori,” I whispered, pulling my cock free of its bent confines, “Come here.”

Lori dropped her skirt, pushing the door shut, and stepping toward me. I slid to my knees and waited for her to stop. When she stood by my desk, I lifted her skirt and pushed my tongue between her puffy labia, drinking in her nectar. 

“Mmm,” Lori moaned, lifting her left foot and placing it in my chair as she sat on the edge of my desk, “Yeah, that feels nice.”

“We gotta be quick,” I said, my tongue circling her erect nubbin, I need to finish some things and I have an after-hours meeting.”

Pushing my forehead back, she looked down at me and said, “Just fuck me then,” turning away and bending over my desk, “Fuck me hard and fuck me fast.”

I stood behind the horny receptionist, dick in hand, not bothering to drop my jeans. Her freshly waxed pussy glistened with wetness under the fluorescent lights. I pressed the head of my swollen cock into her sodden cunt, stretching her pink lips, “This may hurt,” I whispered into her ear, wrapping my left hand in her long Raven hair and pulling her head back. One hard, swift thrust and my cock was buried deep in her belly, “I'm going to fuck you fast. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum as fast as I can. Less than two minutes if I can. I'm gonna get mine so I suggest that you get yours.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Terry,” she growled.

Pulling harder on her hair, I slid my right hand over her hip and between her legs, pushing two fingers into her pussy, crowding them with my thrusting cock. If no one heard our grunts of passion, it would be a miracle. 

“Take it, you fucking bitch,” I whispered hoarsely into her ear, “Take it all.”

“Give me all you got you fucking bastard,” she growled, pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. I slid my fingers in and out, one on either side of her clit while the bottom of my cock grated on the tip of it. Her head fell forward and her chest heaved with each gasping breath. I pulled her back by the hair again, turning her head and saying, “You fucking look at me, Lori. Look at me while I fuck you. 

Lori snarled when my words, laced with spittal, hit her, “Stop playing and fuck me then. I’ll look you in the eye and dare you to cum in my pussy.”

“Fucking dare me, whore?” I hissed, thrusting harder with each stroke. 

There was nothing sensual about what we did. It was like animals fucking in the wilderness. Not for love or mutual pleasure. Just sex. Rough, nasty, animal sex. 

Less than two minutes had passed but we were both breathless, our bodies writhing and jolting. A deep breath and my orgasm erupted in a torrent of white-hot cum. Flooding her depths and filling her womb. I felt her pussy spasm, squeezing my shaft and rippling deeper in her belly. I thrust several times, squeezing the deluge of cum from her sex, running in streaks down her thighs and soaking into her lace stockings. It had to be getting all over my pants.

“Fuck,” Lori smiled, “That was fun.”

My cock slipped from her used cunt, wet and quickly wilting. Cum ran from her pussy, streaking down her thighs and stockings. Her long skirt would hide the evidence and there was only about ten minutesuntil quitting time. 

She was walking out when I noticed that she hadn't signed the deposit verification sheet, “Hey,” I called, “You wanna sign this for me?”

“Anything you need,” she smiled, walking back to my desk, “Just keep that dick hard for me.”

“You bet,” I laughed when she signed and dropped the pen on the papers.

Twelve-forty-eight. The office was empty and mostly dark. My phone rang and I saw Kacie’s name on the caller ID, “Ms. Johnson,” I said when I picked up.

“Please,” she laughed, “Call me Kacie.”

“Will do,” I agreed, “You on the way?”

“I’m here, actually,” she answered, “The door is locked.”

“I'll be there in two seconds,” I said, hanging up the phone.

When I entered the front office, I saw her at the door with a tray from a local restaurant and a briefcase, “Let me take that,” I said, holding the door open with my foot, “Please, come in.”

“Hope you like Chinese.”

“Like I said,” I smiled, “I will eat whatever you put in front of me.”

“That could be dangerous,” Kacie said over her shoulder as she walked to our kitchen.

“Could be,” I answered, watching the sway of her ass under the tight skirt of her short, black dress, “But I've found it to be entertaining and stimulating.”

Putting her black, leather briefcase on the glass tabletop, she looked at me with a sly smile and cocked her head, “Stimulating? Hmh, that's a good way to describe it.”

“How would you put it?” matching the slyness in her smile.

“Hm,” she said, considering her words, “Maybe satisfying.”

“Would that depend on what you're eating,” I teased, “Or how much?”

“I guess both,” she answered, opening the tray, “Or how long you spend at the table.”

Taking a set of chopsticks from their paper sleeve, I said, “I’m a slow eater. I like to savor the flavor.”

“You're a poet and didn't know it,” Kacie laughed, sitting in front of her plate. 

“Damn sure didn't,” I agreed, “That was an accident. This is delicious. What”s it called?”

“Uh,” she hummed, looking at the receipt for the name of the dish. She stared at the receipt, slowly crossing her legs, innocently of course, then flashing her eyes at me with a naughty smile, “Sum-yung-quim, I guess.”

She knew that while crossing her legs, she had given me a panty flash. She had even caught me looking. I didn't care. She was teasing me and now telling dirty jokes. I would not be embarrassed. Deciding to play along, I laughed and said, “This yung-quim is delicious.”

“I've eaten sum-yung-quim before, you know, in college,” she chuckled, “But this is okay.”

I nearly choked on my noodles when she said that, shaking my head with a laugh, “You're going to have to tell me about that sometime.”

“Trying to look as serious as possible, given the humorous banter, she took a bite and then said, “Not much to tell. You know, I just dove in head first and started eating.”

“Head first?” I laughed.

Uncrossing her legs, Kacie sat with her knees spread enough to expose her panties without appearing forward, “Well, I guess, face first would be more accurate.”

“Been there,” I said, my eyes lingering on the bright red material between her legs, “Face first.”

“I took you as more of a cannonball type,” she said, her knees falling slightly further apart.

“Depends on the pool,” I chuckled, “If the water is right, I jump right in.”

“I like your style,” Kacie said, touching my arm innocently, “You impress me as a take charge kind of guy.”

The playful banter went on for nearly an hour while we ate. She made no effort whatsoever to hide the view I had of her panties. Her creamy white skin contrasted with the shiny red material of her undergarment and the black of her dress. She knew I was looking, I wasn’t hiding it.

Done eating, I invited her back to my office to view her proposal. Once there, I sat at my desk and watched her pull a folder from her briefcase and then place it on the floor. Kacie stood at the corner, leaning over my desk and sorting through the folder. I, however, couldn't take my eyes from the soft curve of her ass, tightly wrapped in that black dress. 

My cock, needless to say, was growing stiff quickly. She cocked her hip to one side and leaned further down onto her elbow, “Did you get enough lunch?” she asked, her hip shifting in the opposite direction.

“You know what they say about Chinese,” I answered, “Hungry again in an hour.”

With a chuckle, Kacie said, “That's all the yung-quim. But we’ll figure something out.”

My cock was rigid now, straining against the fly of my Five-Oh-Ones. She was purposefully teasing me by shifting her ass slowly back and forth. Her tight skirt was gradually riding up her legs until it was almost at her crotch. Was she trying to make a sale? Could she be that committed to her job? Whatever the reason, I wanted to fuck her. 

She was a very petite woman, her breasts almost nonexistent. No more than five feet tall, she could not have weighed more than one hundred pounds. The tight, black dress that she was painted into, hugged her curves like a second skin. Her tight little round ass was right there, mere inches from my face. I wanted to touch it.

Just before I fell into a hypnotic trance, staring at the slow sway of her hips, she picked up the folder, turned to face me, and sat on the edge of my desk. One foot on the floor and the other hanging from my desktop, she put the folder in her lap. The angle of her lap and considering the way her legs were situated, if it hadn't been for the folder, which I leaned in to view, would have offered a very graphic view of her panty-covered sex. 

“As you can see, Mr. Terry,” she began.

“Just Terry,” I interrupted You can drop the Mister.”

“Okay, Terry,” she said with a smile, “As you can see, our service, compared to your current provider……”

The conversation went on for a quarter of an hour, during which time, Kacie would turn pages and even picked up her folder several times giving me a great look up her short skirt. I swear that there was a wetness forming on the gusset of her red panties. Was she dedicated to her job or just a very horny young lady?

“What do you think, Mr. Terry?” she smiled, “Don’t you think we can out-perform the guys you are currently using?”

“I’ve already told you not to call me Mister,” I scolded jokingly.

Laying her palm on my forearm, she let the folder slide from her lap onto my desk, “I'm sorry,” she pouted, her crotch, obviously damp now, exposed almost obscenely, “I promise not to do that again, Terry.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, my eyes leaving hers and dropping between her thighs, “In that case, I like what you're showing me, Kacie. I'm going to have to think about it a little. I just want to make sure I'm seeing every aspect of your presentation.”

“I can show you more if you think it would help move this along,” she smiled, her small hand squeezing my wrist.”

Leaning back in my chair, I turned my arm, taking her by the hand and pulling her to her feet, “I'd be pleased to look at whatever you want to show me.”

Kacie stepped forward, hiking her skirt above her hips, and put her left knee in the chair beside me. I slid my right hand around her thigh, cupping her tight little round asscheek. Leaning forward, she straddled my lap, her right knee now in my chair. Looking directly into my eyes, Kacie pulled her black dress up and over her head, dropping it on the floor. 

Naked except for her red panties and red pumps, she wore no bra. There was no need because her breasts were so small. Just a slight swell with dime-sized areola and pencil eraser nipples. She had the body of a swimmer, lean and toned. Her belly was ripped with a strong but feminine six-pack. Her ass was firm but supple, my hands cupping and squeezing her cheeks.

Kneeling in my chair, she leaned her face down and we kissed. Her tongue snaked around mine, dancing like a Medusa. Her fingers tangled in my hair. My cock strained, throbbing inside its denim confines. I pushed my hips up to meet her as if I was already fucking her. Slipping my hand between her asscheeks, I felt the warm wetness of her pussy through her sodden panties. She moaned as I fondled her sex.

I felt her lips on my neck and earlobe, kissing and nibbling. Her hair hung in my face and on my shoulder, its coconut scent filling my nostrils. Her perfume, light and floral, wafted lazily amid her delightful aromas. The tips of my fingers traced the thin strip of silky material that was the back of her tiny red panties. She felt good in my arms, her body as close to perfect as I had ever held. 

Her moans entwined with mine, an erotic poem with no words, a song with no music. Her sex was wet and inviting and mine was throbbing, longing to explore her depths. Her movements were enticing me, even inviting me to delve into her secrets. Leaning back in my chair, I let my hands roam her back and shoulders as her hips swayed above my clothed body. My cock could sense that she was near. Like a divining rod detects invisible water, it was trying to find its way to her. 

I was, as old as I was, growing impatient, desiring to have my way with her. Even though I had experienced two orgasms with two separate women earlier, I was about to come in my pants. Her raw attraction was affecting me like a schoolboy getting his first real kiss. 

With her hands on my shoulders, Kacie pushed herself back, smiling sexily at me, “Do you need more convincing?” she asked.

Clearing my throat, I answered hoarsely, “Yeah, I'm gonna need the whole presentation.” 

I watched as she stood from my chair, turned to my desk, and bent at the waist, her feet spread a little more than shoulder width. She looked back over her shoulder with a flip of her long hair and said nothing. I could see in her eyes that stared down at me, an invitation to ravish her.

“Your body is amazing,” I said, sliding my palms from her knees, up her thighs, and to her hips. 

“Thank you. I work very hard for it,” she whispered while I pulled at the sidebands of her tiny panties. The red string of her thong curled as I pulled down and then she was naked. 

“You're a runner?” I asked, admiring her ass and legs, muscular but femininely lean.

“I do marathons several times every year for charity,” she answered, “I love to swim as well.”

Helping her step out of the small, damp garment, I told her, “These are mine now,” 

“Enjoy them,” she chuckled, “But I don't think they are going to fit you.”

“You're probably right,” I laughed, dropping them in my bottom drawer with the rest of my collection, “Right now, I want more of that yung-quim.”

“Dinner is served,” she gasped when my tongue dredged through the wet slit of her sex.

I pressed my face between her tight asscheeks, my nose nudging at her pink asshole. Her scent was fresh, heady, and so intoxicating. I breathed it in deeply, drunk on her aroma. Her labia, puffy and wet, yielded to the intrusion of my tongue. 

Looking up I could see her head turn to her left, feeling the pleasure that I gave with my tongue. Her right hand slid around behind my head, her back arching, tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling me tightly to her bottom. 

I grasped both her hips, wagging my face back and forth as I drug my tongue from her clitoris, through the wetness of her pussy, and finally to her puckered asshole. Her body shuddered when I circled her little, pink backdoor with the tip of my tongue, “Fuck,” she hissed, “Dont stop. It's so good.”

With her encouragement, I pushed my tongue against her sphincter, wiggling the tip at her opening. She tasted of girl cum, moaning her approval when I forced the tip of my tongue into her anus. 

I gripped her hips, her smooth, young skin warm under my touch. My attention to her groans and moans were directing my motions, faster or slower. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I did. 

Leaning further down, her forehead rested on the back of her hands on my desk giving me even better access to her delicious sex. I found her clit with my tongue again, tickling it and lashing at it. Her trembling body suddenly convulsed, emitting a low moan of sexual desire. She was taken in orgasm. 

Her juices began to flow onto my tongue and chin, feeding my desire for more of her. My lust for this petite goddess grew like a wildfire, burning out of control. I wanted to take her. I wanted to feel her on my cock. But first, at that moment, I wanted to drive her orgasm to depths that she had not experienced. I sucked her erect clit between my lips, whipping at it with the tip of my tongue. 

“Fuck,” Kacie growled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please don't stop.”

I was not going to stop. If anything, I worked harder to drive her to orgasmic insanity. If I could make her crazy with my tongue, then she would go nuts when I fucked her. I had my mission. It was time to drive her insane. While I ate her sweet pussy, drinking every drop of her juices, I found her tight little asshole with the tip of my thumb, circling it and pressing the center. My tongue followed suit, teasing her clitoris and assaulting the entrance to her love tunnel. The tip of my thumb wiggled its way into her back door, stroking the first half-inch, in and out.

Kacie trembled and moaned as her tongue muttered words incoherently. Unable to hold her head still, she rolled from one side to the other on her forearms. Her knees buckled repeatedly, her ass bouncing up and down at my face. 

Her orgasm fading, Kacie caught her breath enough to say, “Fuck, Terry, you know how to make a girl feel good, but now it's my turn. 

I watched as she turned to face me, sitting on the edge of my desk. My eyes roamed her body again, this time without her panties, taking notice of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Everything about her just oozed sexiness.  I was as hard as a preacher at a double wedding. 

I noticed her eyes dropping from mine to my lap, “Stand up, Terry,” she whispered, holding her hand out to help me. 

I smiled, doubting her ability to pull me up from the chair but was surprised at the strength of her grip. As soon as I was on my feet, Kacie began unbuttoning my untucked shirt, flipping it back and off my shoulders, “Mm, I can tell you take care of yourself as well,” she said of my physique.

“I don't run marathons,” I said, watching her trace my abs with her fingertip, “But I hit the gym.”

Looking up at me, she started to unbutton the fly of my Levis. A surprised expression appeared as a big grin spread across her lips, “Oh my, Mr. Terry,” she said, pulling my cock from my jeans, “I kinda figured you were above average, but I didn't expect this.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Mister?” I scolded.

“With a dick like this,” she teased, “Maybe I should call you Daddy.”

I had to laugh as she began to remove my jeans. I kicked my shoes and garments to the side and she guided me back to my chair, kneeling between my knees. Feeling the warmth of her hand, I watched her wrap her fingers around my throbbing shaft. A trail of pre-cum glistened, oozing from the tip of my dick and down the side, lubricating her hand as she slid it gently up and down. 

I wanted to close my eyes and just enjoy the pleasure she gave but she was just too damn sexy. Her green eyes looked up at my baby blues in a sexy stare, daring me to blink. I took a long, deep breath, moaning as I breathed out, when she licked the head of my dick, scooping up pre-cum that pooled around my foreskin. 

“Do you like that?” Kacie asked, cupping my balls with her left hand “Does it feel good?”

“So good,” I breathed.

With a naughty grin, she licked the slit at the head of my dick before taking it into her hot mouth. Taking the first four inches in, she continued to stroke my shaft while sucking my cock, her tongue wrapping around it like a snake. I couldn't help but let my head fall back, resting on the back of my chair, and my eyes closed in raptured pleasure.

Kacie continued sucking my cock and fondling my testicles, erotic energy building in my loins like a volcano ready to erupt. I was surprised when I felt her middle finger push wetly into my asshole, “ Mm, yeah,” I moaned, feeling the pressure of her finger pushing in and out, massaging my prostate gland, “That feels so good.”

On the verge of ejaculation, I needed a system shock. I didn't want this to be over so quickly so I reached behind some files on my side shelves, pulling a bottle of Four Roses from its hidey hole. 

“Can I get a shot of that?” she asked as I uncorked the bottle.

After downing a swig of the smooth bourbon, I handed the bottle to my petite lover, “Go easy,” I advised, “That stuff is one hundred proof.”

Kacie held the bottle up in a salute then turned it up and swallowed two heavy gulps, “Haah,” she breathed, “That shit’s smooth.”

“I discovered it in Palermo,” I said, “That’s in Italy. The funny thing is, Four Roses is an American whiskey. The Italians love it.”

“I can see why,” she answered, turning the bottle up again.

“Damn girl,” I gawked, taking the bottle when she offered it, “You still have a drive after your um, presentation.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, licking the pre-cum from the head of my cock, “I have a hyper metabolism. I don't drink but when I do, I'm sober in no time.”

I put the bottle on my shelf, and my urge to come was abated for the time being. My lover returned her attention to my erection, sucking its head and stroking its shaft. Again, I was surprised when she pushed her finger into my asshole. When she saw my reaction of approval, she adjusted her position, pushing my scrotum up and replacing her finger with her tongue. 

She could see the way she affected me by the way I reacted. She knew I couldn't last long, “You want to fuck me, Terry?” she asked, looking past my cock in her small hand.

“Kacie,” I breathed, her tongue wriggling again at my anus, “There’s nothing I’d rather do.”

My new lover stood, again climbing onto my chair one knee at a time to straddle my body. Leaning down to kiss me, I took my cock in one hand, and with the other, I grasped her hip. Wetting the head of my steeley member against her wet pussy, I traced her slit, back and forth. Kacie moaned when I paused at the bottom of her sex, guiding my cock to her entrance. She let her body sink, ever so slowly, down onto my erection. 

Her pussy was wet, hot, and so tight. She took me in gradually as she paused now and again, my thickness stretching her sex, getting used to my size. Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. An expression of erotic pleasure glowed on her pretty face, “Mm, so big,” she moaned.

With my hands massaging her tight asscheeks, I kissed her nipples, sucking and nibbling each in turn. Her small breasts were soft and her nipples were erect and puffy. Her ass was finally on my lap, she had my entire length inside her. Her sex gripped mine, rippling with pre-orgasmic tremors. Her head fell to my shoulder, her lips kissing my neck in small pecks.

I heard her moan and breathe deeply when she lifted her body several inches and started to grind her sex on mine. A slow, sensual pace kept me on the edge of coming. Kacie let her head fall back and away from me, arching her back as her hips swayed front to back on my lap. The friction of her tight, wet sex was building my excitement again, dragging me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. 

Kacie, already in the throes of her second orgasm, began convulsing erratically on my lap. I could feel the wetness of her girl cum trickling down my balls, soaking into my leather chair. Leaning back, I pushed my hips up to meet her downstrokes, driving her orgasm as far as I could. 

She shook her head, eyes still closed and her hands on my shoulders, enjoying the satisfying pleasure. I clenched my teeth, holding back and wishing I could reach that bottle of bourbon again. I know she was filled because my cock was wrapped in her tightness. I was determined to extend her climax as long as I could. 

My petite lover dropped her head on my shoulder again, breathing heavily, “Fuck,” she breathed, “That was amazing.”

“It’s not over,” I answered, standing to my feet. I held her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist, our lips locked in a lover's kiss. My cock remained hard and buried in her sodden pussy, still resisting the urge to fill her with my cum. 

Our kiss lasted for several minutes while she clenched her pussy, her hips still grinding on my sex. I finally let her stand to her feet and turn to bend over my desk. Kneeling behind her, I dredged my tongue again from her clitoris to her asshole several times. 

Kacie wagged her ass at me when I stood behind her, tracing her slit with my thick cock head again, “Are you ready?” I teased.

“Yeah, baby,” she said over her shoulder, “Please don't hold back. Fuck me as hard as you want to.”

With that encouragement, I pushed my cock into her sex, balls deep. She drew a deep breath and moaned lowly. I started slowly but built speed quickly. Kacie dropped her face to her forearms, arching her back again to give the best possible angle of assault. My hips slammed into her ass over and again. 

The wet slapping sounds of sex echoed in the empty hallway, betraying our secret rendezvous to no one in particular. My loins boiled like an overheated pot on a hot stove. I could hold back no longer. My lover’s cries of ecstasy pushed me over the cliff. Holding my breath and grunting at the same time, I felt it start.

A jet of thick, white-hot cum shot from my cock deep into my lover’s womb. I continued to pound my sex into hers quickly and forcefully. Another eruption and another, flooding her with my seed. She was so tight even in orgasm, her muscles rippled, clenching at my shaft and milking every drop I could produce. Cum squeezed around my shaft and dribbled down her thighs. 

My orgasm began to fade but Kacie wasn’t finished, “Don't stop, Terry,” she groaned, “Please don't stop.”

Mustering all my reserve, I kept pounding away. My lover was already at the beginning of her third orgasm of the afternoon. I fucked her as hard and fast as my body would allow, stroking nearly all the way out and in to the hilt again. Thrusting and pounding for every pang of her apex. My cock didn't wilt but remained fully erect. 

Kacie trembled and her knees wobbled, moaning a satisfied laugh, her head rolling on her forearms. Her orgasm began to fade but I was building another of my own. She would have to bear with me. The remnants of my first orgasm made the going very slick, lubricated by her girl cum and my seed.

“I’m gonna come again,” I grunted.

Kacie stood, turning to face me, she fell to her knees. Taking my cock, nasty from our combined juices, into her mouth, she sucked me for all she was worth. Stroking my slick shaft with her hands, she stopped long enough to say, “Come for me, Terry. Come in my mouth again.”

Returning my cock to her sweet mouth, Kacie bobbed her head and stroked her hands, fingers wrapped tightly around my dick. It took less than a minute. My knees buckled and I nearly collapsed. I came so hard that I swear I felt a recoil. My lover sucked and swallowed every drop, cum dripping from her fingers while she jacked my dick.

Dressed again, except for her red panties that I kept in my trophy drawer, I walked her to the door. She let me carry her briefcase to her car, parked thirty feet from the entrance, “Well?” she smiled, “What do you think? Are we going to do business?”

“That depends,” I chuckled, holding her car door open, “I may need more, uhm, convincing.”

“If that wasn’t convincing, then I don't know what else to do,” she frowned.

“How about a monthly educational program?” I suggested.

“What do you mean Kacie asked, her brow raised in confusion.

“Simple,” I smiled, “I’ll sign the contract if you give me a verbal agreement to come by once a month, on Friday afternoons of course, and, you know, teach me a few things.”

“Teach you?” she smiled, “Buddy, you are a master already. But yeah, that can work.”

“Maybe not a master but I do have a PhD,” I laughed, clutching my crotch.

“Yeah you do,” she laughed with me, “So I’ll come by, say, next Friday afternoon with the contract and lunch?”

“We have a plan,” I answered, “See ya next week.”

I watched her drive away then turned to go clean the evidence of my meeting from my office. After locking the entrance door, I was surprised to see Kenny walking from the copier room to the supply room.

“Kenny?” I asked in surprise, “When did you get here?”

“That's not the question you're really asking, is it?” he grinned, “You wanna know what I saw, right?”

I nodded sheepishly while he stood there with that shit-eating grin. He knew what went on between Kacie and myself. If he hadn’t seen anything, he would have at least heard it all. I mean, we thought the office was empty. We weren't being quiet or discrete.

“Hey, don’t worry, Mister Terry,” he said, “Your secret is safe with me.”

Kenny was our copyboy slash go-fer. You know what I mean. If we needed anything, we called on Kenny to go for it. Twenty years old, he was working his way through college. He was a good-looking young man that got along with everyone. 

“That little bitch was a hottie,” he said, “I'm not really into girls, but I think I would have tried it with her.”

“You're gay?” I asked, “I had no idea.”

“I guess you could say that I’m bi,” he corrected, “I like girls and all. I'm just more into dick.”

I nodded attentively, not judging him. Everyone likes what they like. It's not like I'd never sucked a cock or two or ten.  

“Like I said, Mister Terry,” he began, pulling out his phone and showing me the video he had recorded, “As long as you're open to a proposition.”