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She came into my life in the most unusual way.  I was an IT manager, and she was the damsel in distress.  Ok, so maybe not so exceptional, but definitely memorable.

I got the call around one-thirty in the afternoon on a Friday.  I had been planning to take off early, so I was a little pissed when the call came through.  The boss man made it clear, though.  I needed to take care of this issue personally.  

I walked into her office, and all I saw was ass.  I couldn’t help it.  She had the roundest, firmest ass I had ever seen.  And I was an ass man.  

I slowly took in the rest of her, from her sensible low-heeled shoes to the conservative black skirt that hugged her in all the right places.  My gaze traveled upward, once again pausing to admire her ass, and continued up her back to take in her honey blonde hair.

Fuck.  I had a thing for blondes, too.  

I saw her hand gesturing in the air as she talked with forced politeness to someone on the other end of the phone.  She had the old school phone tucked between her chin and one shoulder, and was twirling the short, twisted cord in one hand.  She slowly pivoted, and I took her in before she saw me in the room.

She was fucking gorgeous.  Her blonde hair was wild.  It looked like earlier in the day, she may have had it in a bun or ponytail.  But sometime during the day, her hair had lost the battle.  This was confirmed when he noticed a thin hair tie on her other wrist.  She wore very little makeup, and she didn’t have to.  Her skin seemed to glow from within and her soft, pink lips were currently pursed into the most adorable frown.  She had this little wrinkle between her eyes, and a pair of very professional, very expensive looking glasses were perched on her cute little nose.  

She continued talking obliviously on the phone while I took in the rest of her.  Shit, her chest was amazing.  Once again, professional looking clothing could not hide her gorgeous body.  Her tits were upthrust and her shirt was straining to hold them in.  She was thick, and I had a weakness for thick girls.  My eyes took in the front on her legs, hugged by the rest of that skirt.  I made a silent note to send the big guy a gift basket for making me take this call.  She was definitely more interesting than what I had planned for this evening.

I decided then and there that she would be mine.   

Because I’m a good looking guy, and because I work around a lot of women, I wear a wedding ring.  It isn’t hard to notice the hungry stares of the women in the office.  I’ve been getting those looks my whole life.

I played football in high school, and my six foot one-inch frame is still thick and imposing.  My body seemed to bring some kind of animal reaction out in women whenever  I walked into a room.  In high school, it had been great.  In my early twenties, it had been fabulous.  At thirty-one, however, it got a little annoying when trying to deal with technical issues all day.  I like to get shit done fast, and most “damsels” were really just looking for an excuse to talk to a brother.

I slipped the wedding ring off, and placed it in my pocket.  She seemed to be having an internal conflict as she finally finished the call and hung up the phone.  I watched in amusement as she threw a silent tantrum, stomping and all, and mouthed the words “Fuckkk Youuu!" as she flipped off the phone with the rage of a cuddly teddy bear.   She then physically pulled herself together, trying to smooth her crazy hair with her hands as the anger left her body.  

She was turning to walk behind her desk when she saw me.  She froze, looked me up and down, and did the most delicious thing.  She threw her head back and laughed.  And I don’t mean a little chuckle or an embarrassed laugh because she had been caught.  I mean a real, genuine laugh.  I think I fell in love right then and there.

“Well,” she laughed, “THAT wasn’t embarrassing at all!  Welcome to the crazy lady’s office.  How can I help you?”  

She flashed a cheeky smile, and I immediately noticed her dimple and straight, white teeth.  Shit.  This girl was going to kill me.  

I laughed and said, “Well, I think I’m the one who is supposed to be helping you.  I’m Chad from the IT department.  I think you were having an issue?”

“Boy am I,” she answered much too quickly.  She walked towards me, and her wide, green eyes pierced into my soul.   Her hands began to gesture wildly as she started to give the most potty mouthed speech I had ever heard in the workplace.

“I’m new here and I’m supposed to be working on this project and people are assholes and I have to play nice, which really isn’t my thing, you know? And then!  Then!  I have to talk to these assholes on a phone that has a cord the size of a mouse’s dick.  And do you know what you cannot do, no matter how hard you try, Chad, to a mouse’s dick?  You cannot twirl the mouse’s dick and pace at the same time.  This is essential for my job, Chad.  You must understand.  If you do not want me to personally go ape shit on these assholes, and these fuckers won’t let me smoke in this damn building, then I must be able to twirl and pace.  Do you feel me, Chad? Do you feel me?”

The earnest look in her eyes made me laugh out loud.  She then flashed that wicked smile again, threw out her hand and said, “I’m Jenny, by the way.  Or crazy lady.  Or whatever you want.”

Oh I knew what I wanted.  I embraced her hand and was delighted to find it soft and feminine.  She didn't wear any rings, a discreet look helped me make sure, and I could smell her scent from this proximity.  It also gave me a great view of her tits, though I tried to remain professional by looking at her smiling face.  

I tugged her hand a little, leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t worry, Jenny.  It’ll be our little secret.”  Then I winked and smiled at her.

“OOOOH,” she laughed.  “I am so gonna loveeeee you!  You just made my day.”

She walked back behind her desk and sighed as she slid back in her chair.  She looked like she was coming down from whatever crazy high she had just been on.  She pulled a chapstick out of her pocket and began slowly applying the balm to her luscious lips.  She was methodical about it too, taking her time like she was savoring the feel of her lips being coated.  Her eyes closed, she rubbed her lips together, making sure every single nook was properly coated, and put the chapstick in her pocket. Her eyes opened as her lips opened and she looked like a fucking wet dream.  I remembered myself as she looked up at me again and began to talk in a normal, slightly girlish tone.

“Ok, for real though, that’s not really the thing I was supposed to call you about.  I can’t access my files from some drive, and I need them for a presentation next week.  I swear to you, I am not a ditz.  I just….like, I have a lot that goes on in my brain and I forget shit.  Like my mouth, sorry 'bout that.  And I think I’m just not familiar with the system or something and it would just really save me a lot of time if you could just, like...do it for me?”

The last part was asked as a question, and I nodded sure.  I had gotten these requests before, and it always helped out when people remember your name because you have done them a favor.  But I would have done this anyway.  I loved her energy and my interest was piqued.  

I got out of my chair, and she jumped up to offer up hers.  We switched spots, and she leaned over the desk, trying to get a look at what I was doing.  I concentrated on the screen, aware of her presence and the closeness of her breasts.  I turned the screen slightly, making it easier for her to see, but still angled enough away that she had to lean her heavy breasts across the desk.

I’m gonna fuck her on this desk one day.  Shit, focus.

I began to pull up different systems on her computer when I felt her gaze shift from the screen to me.  I felt her eyes take in my face slowly, memorizing the angles.  When her eyes fell on my lips, she involuntarily pulled her teeth across her recently slicked bottom lip.  The bottom of her teeth slid across easily with almost no friction. She licked her lips quietly and pretended to feign interest in what I was doing.  

“So, Chad,” she said.  “How long have you worked here? Do you like it here?”

We began to make small talk while I fixed her access in the system so she could get to her files.  I glanced up from the screen when she said something witty or asked a follow up question, which was often.  She was funny, smart, self assured and fine as hell.  I glanced around the room and didn’t see any pictures of family anywhere.  She was new, though.  Maybe she hadn’t had time to put anything up.

I took as long as I could making the changes, but honestly, it was a quick job.  I updated the antivirus, did other system updates and made sure the desktop was user friendly just to kill time.  Finally, I informed her that everything was fixed.

She beamed at me.  “My hero,” she murmured while fluttering her long eyelashes.  In a deep southern drawl, she whispered, “How can I ever repay you?”

My eyes narrowed as I leaned forward and whispered back in my best imitation of her southern drawl, “Just doin my job, ma’am. I reckon you could invite me out for coffee though, if you really feel the need to repay me.”

She laughed and said, “Deal. But not coffee.  There must be alcohol involved, my treat of course.  And it’s got to be somewhere where I can smoke.”

My eyebrows raised a little.  “Cigarettes?” I questioned, leaving the unasked question hanging out there.  

Her eyebrows lifted, and she giggled with awareness.  “My man, my man.  We are gonna be good friends.”

We set a date for later in the day.  She still had to put in a couple of hours of work on her presentation.  I was turning to leave when she called my name one last time.  I turned to stare at her.  

She looked me straight in the eye, smiled widely and said, “Don’t forget my cord.”

You better believe I wouldn’t forget.

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I took the stairs back down to my office, and found a long cord hidden in the back of our poorly organized stock room.  I stopped by my boss’s office on the way back out.

“Sam,” I declared, walking into his office.  “I owe you big time.  BIG. TIME.”

Sam laughed as he finished packing up his things.

“Yeah, I just knew you had to meet Jenny when she got in.  She’s crazy hot, crazy smart.”

“Oh, you and Jenny know each other?” I casually mentioned as I strolled around the room.  

“Yeah, we worked together before.  She’s tough, but smart.  And has a great instinct for how to get things done where it makes the most people happy.  But the chapstick man…”

“I know!!” I enthusiastically replied.  “It’s like...they have a relationship.”

“God help the man who tries to get between the two,” Sam answered solemnly, pausing to remember the chaotic scene that developed when housekeeping once cleaned her desk and moved her “favorite” chapstick.  They avoided her office as much as possible after that.  And they NEVER touched her desk again.

I ran back up the stairs to take Jenny her new longer cord, one worthy of twirling and pacing, and paused to look at her before I walked in.

She had that forced polite look on her face again, and she was absentmindedly stroking her chapstick.  She looked up and smiled at me, and waved me into her office.  Her eyes lit up and she did a silent happy dance when she saw the cord in my hand.  I laid it on the desk, and backed up.  She held up one finger as she tried to cut off the person on the other end of the call.  Unsuccessful, she sighed and looked at me.  She wrote something on a sticky note and slid it over to me.  

The Rusty Tavern-5 pm

I nodded my head and turned to leave as she tried to interject once again in the conversation.  I heard a bang and turned around.  She held up six fingers.  Apparently, this conversation was going to take longer than she thought.  I nodded again and mouthed, “I’ll see you then!”

6pm

I didn’t see her immediately when I entered the bar.  It was Friday night and the crowd was in full effect.  90’s alternative music blared through the speakers and the noise and laughter were hard to hear over it.  I scanned the bar, looking for her.  And then I saw that hair.  That wild, crazy blonde hair that fell in disarray around her face.    

She seemed to be concentrating hard on something on her phone.  Her hand held the device, glaring at it, as she squinted and took a drag off of her cigarette.  She had an array of items around her: a drink, ashtray, cigarette pack, lighter, and that chapstick again.  As if she heard me, I watched her put down the cigarette and pick up the chapstick.  She closed her eyes for a brief moment and applied a new coat.  She kept switching items around, all the while focusing on her phone.  If there was ever a woman who had ADHD, Jenny had to be it.  She had not stilled once since I walked into the bar.  It was like she was in her own little world.

I walked to the back of the bar and slid into the chair across from her.  Her eyes lifted from the screen and flashed with recognition.

“Chad!  Thank God!  I was dying of boredom.  Entertain me,” Jenny grinned widely and slid her phone away.

Good. I wanted her attention.

“Oh, wow.  That’s a pretty tall order.  You look pretty entertained,” I stated, waving my hand at the circle of items around her.

“It was all just foreplay until you got here,” she purred as her pale green eyes narrowed and she leaned forward.  Then I saw her face scrunch up as she realized what she said.

“Ok, so look.  I have a potty mouth.  I’m too damn suggestive, and I always go the dirty route.  It’s a habit.  I’m trying to work on it.”

I watched her pause, then laugh.

“Ok, so working on it is an understatement.  I’m aware of it.  When I’m at work, I try to keep it under control.  But you’re on my time now.  I don’t hold shit back.  You cool with that?”

I nodded and she continued.

“It’s not like I’m a raging sex addict or anything.  I just appreciate a good, heated double entendre.  It makes life a little more fun, a little more exciting, you know?”

She tilted her head a little when she asked that question.  Her hair was in loose curls right around her face and then tumbled out into a wave of chaos.

I wondered what that hair would look like with my fist in it.  Or after she came.  Or while she came.  

I opened my mouth to speak but she continued.  The gesturing began.

“I mean, I’m new and I really like this job.  Ok, maybe not really like, but it works for now.  And you seem really cool.  And I moved from Dallas to be here.  And I haven't really met anyone yet.  Sooo….” She finally realized that I hadn’t said a word.

She sat back, relaxed into the chair, and laughed.  “Ok, ok I’m done!  I swear I’m gonna stop talking and let you entertain me.” She promptly placed her hands over her mouth and arched her eyebrow at me questioningly.  I took that as my cue to begin.

“First of all, I don’t think I could be nearly as entertaining as you.  Second, I don’t want you to censure your mouth.  In fact, I would like very much for you to remove your hands.  It would be a shame to make me miss looking at those pretty lips.”  I then threw in a pouty face for good measure.

I saw her smile behind her hands and she slowly lowered them.  The waiter came over, and I ordered a rum and coke.  She was still nursing the same drink I saw when I came in, but she was chainsmoking like a mother fucker.  

Over the next thirty minutes, we talked about the company and what it was like to work there.  We talked about music, stopping occasionally to jam out to a personal favorite.  The whole time, Jenny’s hands roamed the table, constantly searching for something to play with.  She reapplied chapstick at least three times, always pausing what she was doing to savor the moment it hit her lips.  Then she would drag it slowly over her lips and rub them together.  The whole routine took maybe seven seconds.

Ok, it was seven seconds.  I counted.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I had to ask.  “What’s with the chapstick?”

She looked at the tube in her hand, not even realizing she held it as they spoke.  It seemed to hold a long sought after answer as she tensed her fingers around it possessively, and tucked her head to hide her smile.

“It’s a thing.  I have a lot of things.  I have to have it.  I’m like...addicted.  I don’t even notice it now.”

I didn’t see how she couldn't notice when she paused every single time to savor the feel.  It was definitely making me look at chapstick differently.

“That’s cool.  We all have things.  Trust me.”

It was about that time that her phone began to vibrate.  She looked at it with annoyance and ignored it.  We continued talking, and her phone vibrated again.  She glared, sighed and picked it up.  That same wrinkle appeared between her eyes as she put her glasses on and looked at something.

“Fuck,” she murmured.  “Well, Chad, I hate to cut this short, but it looks like there is yet again another crisis that only I can solve.  Just me, Chad.  Noooo one else.  I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick and then I’ve got to go.”

She took one last drag and smashed her cigarette out into the overflowing ashtray.  She popped in a piece of cinnamon gum and gathered up her items.  As I watched her walk away, ass swaying to Glycerine, I called the waiter over and paid for our drinks. I was ready to walk her out by the time she returned from the restroom.

I walked her to her car, coincidently parked right next to my truck.  She smiled at me dazzlingly and said, “Well, Chad, thanks for the most interesting conversation I’ve had in awhile.  Come see me when you have a chance.  Bye!”

She leaned in for a hug, and I bent down to oblige.  Instead of putting her arms around my waist like I was expecting, she wrapped them loosely around my neck and pulled me down.  She then sweetly kissed me on my cheek.  I waited for her to pull away, but she stayed like that, on tippie toes, with her warm lips resting on my cheek and her body pressed close to mine.  She took a shaky breath and glided her warm lips lazily over to my ear.  She seemed to delight in the feel of the contact, and I could feel her intake of breath as she barely breathed into my ear, “Can you keep another secret, Chad?”

My neck broke out in goosebumps as I grunted yes.  My whole body became hyper aware of her closeness, the smell of her cinnamon gum, the feel of her lips, that hair in my face.  My cock, which had been at half mast since I met her, jumped in my pants.

I heard her lick her lips and then her mouth was gently sliding on my neck as she whispered, “The chapstick? The real reason I have it with me all the time?” I nodded my head, glad I didn’t have to speak.  Her mouth was doing delicious things to all kinds of zones I didn’t even know existed.  My neck felt flushed where she touched it, and I gripped tightly at her waist.

“The real reason,” she said slowly sliding her tongue over the lobe of my ear, “I carry it with me at all times is because I have a wickedly” she sucked just the tip of my earlobe gently into her mouth, “insatiable” she gently took the tip between her teeth “need for constant oral stimulation,” she hummed as she tugged my earlobe between her teeth.  

I almost lost it as I felt a bolt of pure lust travel right to my cock.  I physically restrained myself from pushing into her, pushing her against the car, hiking up that damn skirt and fucking her right then.  What I did do was groan and arch my neck, inadvertently letting her lips roam down a little further.  She let her hands wander down my chest, and then they fell loosely to her side.  She smiled widely, blew me a kiss, and hopped into her car.

I had never been so turned on in my entire fucking life.  As I watched Jenny drive off back to work, I resigned myself that the only relief I would be getting tonight would be by my own hand.

At least I had that fucking bubble gum mouth and the agonizingly soft pull of her teeth to think about tonight.  I couldn’t wait to see Jenny again.

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I dreamt of Jenny that night.  Even after relieving the pressure in my poor needy cock, twice, I woke up with a hard on.  Vague images of Jenny’s face and those naughty lips flashed behind my eyelids as I slowly awoke.

My cock was fully erect and throbbing.  I watched the swollen shaft pulse as blood coursed through it.  I groaned in acceptance as my hand moved down to my aching cock.  I licked my lips as the already well used fantasy started over in my head.   

Jenny was bent over her desk, skirt pulled up, panties down as I fucked her slowly from behind.  I could almost hear her trying to keep a professional tone as she talked on her phone, all the while working her pussy slowly up and down my cock.  My hands grab two handfuls of ass, giving me better access to her warm pussy, allowing that angle that hits everything just right.   

It’s her cunt I feel squeezing around my cock, not my hand, as Jenny loses her ability to talk, makes up an excuse and hangs up the phone.  Finally set free, she moans heatedly and gives into the pleasure.  She turns to stare me straight in the eye as she mouths, “Fuck me.”

I let loose then, fisting myself roughly.  I take in the sexy curve of her back, the tangle of her curls, the way she molds perfectly to my body as she slams back into my crotch.  My eyes travel to her hands hanging onto the desk, desperately seeking leverage to pull me in as deep as possible.  Tucked in one hand is her not so secret solution to her oral fixation.  I come hard, grunting, straining, releasing my seed onto my stomach.  

My cock continues to twitch as I come back to reality. The white hot, overwhelming pressure is partially relieved only to be replaced by a dull unresolved ache.  Masturbation was going to help me stay sane, but I wouldn’t be fully content until I made Jenny mine.  

I spent the rest of the weekend doing chores and trying not to abuse my already sore member.  I went to the gym, cleaned my place and even went out with friends on Saturday night.  But every night, like a fucking torturously sublime shadow, Jenny appeared in my dreams.  I was obsessed.

I never get like this with women.  They come easily to me, pardon the pun.  I never really had to put any work into having a partner.  There was always somebody just….there.  I had been in relationships before, but nothing serious.  I had never found anyone that tempted me into settling down.

Maybe I was setting myself up for a disaster.  Dating a coworker, or fucking a coworker, could potentially bring all sorts of conflict.  I had never done it before, and there was a reason why.  I don’t ever invite drama into my life.  

But Jenny seemed like the type of chaos I would enjoy.  She was obviously an erratic, hot mess.  But underneath, there was intelligence, quick wit and that oh so intriguing oral obsession. I didn’t want to harness her.   I wanted to be the one to help her fly and watch her while she did it.  I wanted to watch her face as she writhed in pleasure, begging me for more.  And I wanted to be her new oral obsession.  

I didn’t think there would ever be a dull day with Jenny in my life...ever.  Because every chance I got, I would be inside her.

I wanted to learn her body inside and out and give her pleasure like she had never seen before.  I wanted to smash her stupid phone and watch her face light up with laughter.  I wanted to eat take out on the bed naked together and get so distracted the food gets cold.

I didn’t know her well enough to make the first move, but I could certainly let her know that I was interested.  The rest would have to be up to her.

Monday morning finally rolled around.  I got dressed, trying not to touch my aching cock in the process.  It was still at half mast, unfulfilled and eager to let me know.  I winced slightly as my cock rubbed against the inside of my thigh and finally got myself out the door.  I made a pit stop on my way into work, surveying the selection before finally settling on a tube.  I paid and tucked it into my pocket.  Hopefully, it would be just the 'in' I needed.

I went to my office checking to make sure there were no raging emergencies.  The consummate professional, that’s me.  I took a sticky note off of my desk and wrote a quick note.  Then I wrapped it tightly around the tube.  I looked for my opening and the second I realized that things could be handled without me, I took off up the stairs to Jenny’s office.  

Once I reached her office, I stepped inside.  My cock was at immediate attention.  She was on the damn phone again.  But this time, she was twirling and pacing like a champ.  Her shoes were already kicked off and she was wearing a new outfit to add to my little fantasy.  

She had on dark grey pinstriped pants.  The crisp seam along the back held strong until it reached the ripe curve of her bottom.  Then the material stretched across, fighting with the swell of her ass.  The material was begrudgingly held together with a glossy white belt that matched the shirt tucked into her pants.  The shirt was conservative but could not hide the bounce of her breasts as she paced.  Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, but already there were tendrils falling around her face.

Just as I was wondering who the hell could be giving her such a hard time on a Monday morning, she saw me standing there and waved me in.  I sat in a chair facing her desk, mostly to conceal my constant hard on, but also so I could be closer to her.  I took in her feet, pleased to see her toenails painted a vivid shade of purple.  I also noticed the very beginnings of a tattoo that I hadn’t seen last time.  It snaked up the leg of her pants, leaving my mind to wonder just exactly was underneath her work clothes.  

I watched her as she paced, more discreetly when she was turned towards me.  She finally finished the call, leaned over the desk to hang up the phone and turned to me with a big smile.

“Chad!” she exclaimed with the passion of someone greeting an old friend.  “I’m so glad you stopped by.  How was your weekend?”

Hard, I thought to myself.  “Oh, pretty boring,” I said instead.  “Just did some chores, cleaning, working out.  You know, the usual.”  And fisting my cock every night thinking about your sweet fucking lips, I added silently.  “I see the cord is working out well for you.  I didn’t see any fuck you’s being thrown towards the phone this time, so it must be doing the trick.”

“Well,” she laughed.  “It’s only Monday morning.  Give it a little time.”  She placed the swell of her butt against the desk and leaned back a little to take her chapstick out of the little hidden pocket.  Her hands reached out to steady herself, and my cock spasmed as she gripped the side of her desk.  If only she knew how many times I had envisioned that hand over the past weekend.  

I watched her apply the balm, my eyes trying to register every inch of her face as she smoothed it over her lips.  When her green eyes slid open, they immediately connected with mine.  Almost contritely, she shifted her gaze downward and her eyes roamed over my body. When she got to my erection, her tongue darted out to caress the ripeness of her bottom lip.  She glanced back up and held my gaze.

“Wow,” she whispered.  “Um, Chad?  You have a huge, and I do mean huge, problem with your pants.  They seem to be….bulging?” she questioned lifting her eyebrow in the process.  I sensed a change in her breathing and her chest began to blush the sweetest shade of pink.  I saw her shifting against the desk, seeking friction.

I thought I was dreaming again.  I came to my senses almost immediately, realizing that this could very quickly get out of hand. We were at work.  This could not happen here.  When I put my hands on her, they would be on her for a long time.  I wanted way more than a quickie.  And if I didn’t stop myself very soon, something dangerous was going to happen.  

I adjusted my hard on and quickly rose out of the chair.  I stood directly in front of her, invading her personal space but going one step shy of actually touching her.  Her breath hitched and she restrained herself from pushing forward to make contact with my body.  I looked her dead in the eye as I leaned forward.

“Jenny,” I said with as much restraint as I could muster.  “We can discuss this further, but not here.  Meet me after work, and we can talk about it.”

I slowly slid forward, planting my hands on either side of her before leaning into the air by her neck.  I heard a muffled groan as my phantom lips slid to her ear.  I blew gently and watched her shift against the desk again.

“Because if this is going where I hope it’s going, we need way more time than either of us has right now.  Tonight? After work?” I looked at her and and she mutely nodded her consent.  My hands lifted from the desk, leaving the tube lying there.  

“Make sure to check out the chapstick,” I stated, slowly backing away from her.  

The last thing I saw was her reading the note I had left.  It said simply,

If you ever find yourself wanting more oral stimulation than this can provide, call me…

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The day dragged on in a blur of lust and clock watching.  I almost jacked off four times, but each time the thought of Jenny helped to pull me back.  I wanted to cum with her.  I needed to hold it back.  It became a mantra.

I want to come with her.  I need to hold it back.

I ate some lunch, something, who the fuck knows and I’m pretty sure I helped some people out.  Fuck, I don’t remember.  All I could think about was Jenny.  I ached for her.  And the fucking clock was a god damned mother fucking slow ass peice of shit.

At 3:30, she texted me her address and told me to meet her there at 6.  I left around 4:30 (again, great work ethic), went home and took a shower.  Refreshed and thoroughly aroused, I put on some basketball shorts and a tee shirt.  No underwear.  The head of my cock was super sensitive, and I would be naked soon enough anyway.  Fuck what I was wearing.  I did make sure to pack up some work clothes, just in case I spent the night.  And ten condoms.

Always good to be prepared.

I made it to her place fifteen minutes early and repeated the mantra over and over in my head as I let the cruel minutes tick by.

I want to come with her.  I need to hold it back.

Finally, I got out of the car and knocked on her apartment door.

She opened the door, and turned back into the room. I followed behind her, closing and locking the door as my eyes watched the provocative curve of her ass.  She had on a short silky robe, blush pink, and nothing else from what I could see.  I was finally able to see the tattoo that wound its way up her leg.  It was fucking sexy.  Delicate black lace mixed with vibrant purple roses on a vine perfectly laid on her body.  The artist had obviously known what he was doing.  It was placed in such a way that it accentuated the muscles in her leg and the delicacy of my ankle.  

She walked over to an old worn out leather seat covered with a purple blanket.  She sat down, and I moved to sit by her.

“Nuh uh,” she said, throwing a hand up.  “You, sit over there.  We need to discuss, remember?  I can’t discuss with you right next to me.”

Curious to hear where this was going, and pleased I was affecting her too, I obliged and sat on the sofa, still as close to her as I could get.

Her apartment smelled faintly of marijuana and her eyes were a little glazed.  She must have been sitting in her favorite chill spot because chaos surrounded it.  Her cigarettes, ashtray, weed, laptop, phone and a shitload of files were haphazardly scattered around it.  Curiously enough, I did not see a tube of chapstick.

“Alright, let’s do this,” she began, reaching over to pick up a pipe and taking a hit.  She paused as she held it in her lungs, then slowly exhaled out the open window right by her chair.  

“I need to know that this isn’t gonna get messy,” she continued.  “There are rules that must be followed if you want to become my new addiction.”

I opened my mouth to respond and she stopped me by saying, “No, it’s my turn.  Just nod yes or no.  You can talk when I am done.  Understand?”

I nodded yes.  She smiled lazily and took another hit.

“Good, I see you take direction well.  Very important.  Ok, can you keep this from getting messy?  On the down low at work, no crappy attitude if things don’t work out the way you want?”

I nodded yes, and she continued.  “Ok, let’s get the adult shit out of the way.  I’m clean, I get tested regularly, and I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about pulling out.  I only fuck one person at a time, and I would expect the same from you.  I am not saying I want a relationship, I’m just saying when it ends, it ends and you can move on.  But not before.  Understand?”

I nodded yes and repeated the mantra.

“Good.  I fucking hate condoms.  They get in the way, and I don’t use them.  Have you been tested?” she inquired, almost like she was interviewing me for a job.  Which in a way I guess she was.  Personal fuck toy, specializing in oral addictions, at your service.

I nodded yes.

“Good.  Are you clean?”  When I nodded that I was, she again replied, “Good.”

Then she leaned forward, letting the swell of her breasts peek out.  She locked eyes with me and asked huskily, “And do you have any problem fucking me raw?”

My cock was throbbing in in my shorts.  She could see it moving beneath them in anticipation as I very deliberately and very slowly nodded no.  She leaned back and said, “Good.  Now that the messy business is out of the way, let’s move on to more fun subjects.”

My cock was in complete agreement.

“I am a very sexual person.  I like sex.  I love sex.  But I have a hard time coming.  Therefore, I have a large assortment of toys that I use.  I need someone who isn’t going to have a bruised ego if he can’t get me off.  It has nothing to do with you.  It has nothing to do with not enjoying sex.  It has everything to do with me not being able to get outside of my head to allow myself to cum.  The weed helps some, but not always.  I need to know that you aren’t going to set out to prove something, and let me focus on enjoying myself.  Do you understand?”

I nodded yes.  I want to come with her.  I need to hold it back.

She smiled widely.  “Good!  Ok, let’s see, limits.  I don’t really have anything that is off limits, but communication is key.  I like rough sex, but you can’t be leaving bruises all over my body.  I like anal, but you can’t just be trying to ram your cock up my ass without communication, you know?  You have to finesse it.  Work up to it.  I need a considerate lover who listens to what my body is telling him.  Do you think you can honor that?”

I nodded yes.

“Last but most importantly, my lips, teeth and mouth are an essential part of sex to me.  I love kissing, foreplay, giving head.  I like to take my time and build up the pleasure.  So I need to know, Chad.  Are you a one minute man?  Or do you think you have what it takes to be my new oral obsession?”

She picked up her pipe nonchalantly and said, “You may speak now.”  She then took a long hit and held it in while I tried to collect my thoughts.

Fuck, where to begin.

“First of all,” I started, not surprised at all to find my voice a low growl.  My whole body was electrified, every single nerve on edge, pulsing with desire.  I was on the corner of the couch, having followed her command not to talk, but she hadn’t said anything about not moving.  I knew how to get around the rules.

I cleared my throat and started again.  “First of all, I would never do anything to jeopardize our jobs.  That’s not me.  I’m not that guy.  I don’t fuck around a lot either, but I think both of us know that when we met each other, all the rules went out the door.  I have never,” I punctuated this by sliding onto the floor as I inched my way over to her.  “Ever,” I continued as I made it to her chair.  She let her legs fall open, and she slowly licked her lips.  I could see now that she was wearing purple boy shorts, the crotch a shade darker where her arousal had soaked through. “Been so fucking turned on by another person in my entire fucking life.” I finished as I slid between her legs.

It felt like home.

“So I have no plans in the foreseeable future that involves fucking anyone else.,” I murmured, distracted by all the new flesh being slowly revealed as her short robe began to drift open.  Her large bare breasts were inches away from my face, nipples teasing me, taunting me.  “Let me assure you, I am not a one minute man.  I know how to knock it out.  I know how to take it slow.  I know how to fuck it right.  And I’m not intimidated by toys as long as I get to touch you and stroke my cock while I watch you tease that pussy.”

She whimpered as my hand grazed across her stomach.  I watched her muscles tense up and tremble under my touch.  She glanced down, taking in the stark contrast of our skin.  My hand stopped just short of her breast, her nipples darkening and turning to hard points of pleasure.  Oh yeah, she felt it too.  This was going to be so sweet, so right.

“Your pleasure, you sexy fucking woman, is where I’m gonna get my pleasure from.  If it takes ten toys to get you off, whatever.  I just want to be there to suck your tongue and taste your screams when you finally crash into that orgasm.  I want to watch your face and rain kisses all over your body while you shake and pulse.  I want to wrap my hands into that fucking crazy hair, pull your face back and make you watch me while I cum for you.  Do YOU understand?” I asked pointedly as my fingers finally claimed their prize and pulled her nipple tightly between my fingers.  She hissed heatedly, and her glazed gaze met my eyes as she nodded yes.

“Good, one last thing.  I don’t fucking need directions.  Communication is key, I agree, but I want to take my time and learn your body.  You can direct me, but don’t give me directions.  Understand?”  I pulled her nipple again.

She nodded her acceptance as her back arched into my fingers.  I reached out and grabbed the other nipple, rolling the hard point between my fingers.

“Good, because I’m going to take my time getting to know that body inside and out.  I’m gonna find all the spots that make you go crazy.  And then I’m going to lick them.  And suck them.  And bite them.  You’re about to be my fucking addiction, too.  Now get that ass up and show me where the bed is.  Let’s go do an oral exam so you can see my qualifications.”

She took the time to take one more hit and then stretched herself out of the chair like a kitty about to get petted.  Though she was clearly aroused, smug satisfied control also radiated from her.   ,

I couldn't wait to fuck all that up.

A brief flash of jealousy seared through me as I wondered how many men had heard the same interview she had just given me.  That thought vanished as I watched her robe float to the floor.  Her ass swayed like a welcome beacon, the boy shorts accentuating the almost obscenely large globes of her ass, urging me forward.  I avoided stepping on the discarded robe as I followed behind her.  

Lifting her head, she allowing the smoke to slowly release from her lungs, Her fingertips reached out to trail lazily along the wall as she exaggerated the sway of her hips for me, letting her ass and upper thighs shake.  As I took her in, mentally fucking her right there on the hallway floor, I noticed the tube of chapstick was held in her hand, the purple sticky note still wrapped around it.

That fucking thing was about to replaced.  

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Her room was beautifully decorated, but I didn’t have the time to take it in.  I was still mesmerized by her ass.  I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.  As I finally caught up with her, I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled that ass against me.  She briefly rubbed against my hard cock, allowing herself one moment of submission before slipping back in control.

I was going to make her lose that control if it killed me.

She turned to me, nudging me backwards in the process and shook her finger at me.

“No, no,” she said, looking like a goddess in all her glory.  “This is my show, remember?  I get to touch, not you.  You still haven’t gotten the position, yet.  Now take off your clothes and lay on the bed.  I need to see what I’ll be working with.”

I obeyed like the obsessed man I was, desperate for her touch.  I layed in the bed, my proud cock twitching as I tried to anticipate her next move.

But Jenny proved to be a torturer.  The waiting was part of her game.  She gathered her hair into a messy bun as she took in my body, but honestly I felt like I could have been anyone.  She wasn’t looking at Chad; she was surveying her new toy.

She didn’t touch me right away.   She didn’t try to kiss me.  Instead, she climbed onto the bed, breasts dangling provocatively as she settled between my legs on her knees.  I widened my stance, allowing her full access to my sensitive member.  She watched her prize throb and pulse off of my stomach, teasing me as she brought the chapstick to her lips and coated them.  

“Mmmmm, Chad,” she whispered, her husky voice laced with need.  “I absolutely cannot wait to get that cock into my mouth.  It looks...delicious.”  She licked her lips, watching the reaction her words had on my body.

It took all the restraint I had to not grab her by the hair, flip her over and fuck the shit out of her.  But I craved the delay, too.  I felt alive, hyper aware of the sexual arousal that engulfed us.  I allowed it to be her show, because I was desperate to see what her show was like.  She obviously got off on teasing me, and her pleasure was mine.

I watched the arousal on her face as she bent forward and leaned between my legs.  Her flesh finally connected with mine as her nipples grazed against my thighs.  She teased me some more, her eyes fixated on my short gasps, the scattered pulse in my throat, the intense desire laden stare, the grasp of my hands in the comforter.

Almost reluctantly, she stilled and pushed her body down to mine.  Her breasts resting heavenly on my legs  as she inched closer to the object of her desire.  I felt her breath on my thighs, goosebumps rising up as I tried to maintain some semblance of control over my body.  I groaned as my eyes closed and I tossed my head back, lost in the moment.

“Chad,” she whispered.  I immediately locked eyes with her and she smiled.  “I want you to watch me.  Don’t close your eyes.  Watch me.”

She then leaned forward and buried her nose at the base of my crotch, right between my swollen balls and cock.  I gasped, fighting the urge to close my eyes again as she inhaled my scent.  Her lips caressed the sensitive area, slowly grazing back and forth as she took in my face.  

Taking her sweet fucking time, she grabbed my left testicle, rolling it ever so gently in her hand.  Her eyes slipped downward, finally concentrating fully on my sack as she sublimely tortured me with soft touches, grazes, and murmured words of approval. As I twitched and tried to restrain my gasps of pleasure, she released my ball and began to roll the other one in her hand.  Her fingernails lightly scraped the underside of my testicles and she very slowly pulled on my sack.  

Never once touching my cock, she gently manipulated the loose skin until my ten-inch toy stood straight at attention.  Now taut and tight, her mouth kissed and licked over the stretched skin, strangling a whimper from me when she sucked it gently between her teeth and flicked the tip of her nasty little tongue over the swollen vein. My cock grew impossibly harder, the angry head spasming and leaking freely, creating a sticky reminder of what she was doing to me.  

She sat up a little, and my cock immediately missed the warm torture of her lips.

“Does that feel good, Chad?  I have to tell you, your cock smells delicious, too.”

“You. Are. Fucking. Killing. Me,” I managed to strangle out.  “Look at my cock.  Look what you are doing to me.  It’s the sweetest fucking-” my words shattered into a tortured groan of desire as she grabbed my cock swiftly in her hand.  She began stroking up and down, avoiding the swollen head, sliding her hand along the sticky shaft.

“I’m sorry.  Were you saying something, Chad?  I couldn’t hear you.  I said,” she stated as she worked my cock up and down, “Does it feel good?”

“So fucking good,” I ground out.  “Are you enjoying yourself, you little cock tease?  Am I passing your little perverted test?”

She giggled in delight as she continued to slowly abuse my cock.  

“See now, Chad, I was just about to take this fat cock head in my pretty little mouth but then you had to fuck with me.”  She punctuated the words by slapping the head of my cock, the wet sting causing my cock to jump out of her hands.  She grabbed it again, fisting it roughly at the base.  

“This is MY cock.  All swollen and fat, just aching for a chance to get between my lips.”  Her eyes glanced up and held my gaze.  

“I can do what I want with it,” she gloated triumphantly as she slapped the cock head again.  My hands fisted deeper in the comforter, taking the brunt of her torture, fucking loving every second of it.

She returned her head to my sack, slowly sucking one tight ball into her warm mouth.  I felt her humming her approval, the vibrations putting me even more on edge.  She then turned her attention to the other ball, lapping at it gently before sucking it harder than the other one.  

She seemed to take mercy on me as her lips skimmed their way up the shaft.  But she avoided the throbbing head, nibbling up and down my cock leisurely, as if she had no fucking cares in the world.  Her tongue darted out and she gently sucked the pleasure bump right under the crown of my flared head, pulling it towards her with her mouth.  She hummed again, the resulting jolt of desire making me break one hand loose.

I skimmed the side of her face with my thumb, trembling beneath her expert touch.  Her glazed eyes flashed with triumph, and she shifted her attention to my thumb.  Looking deliberately into my eyes, she inched my thumb into her wet mouth, taking it in all the way to the base before closing her eyes and moaning in lust.  She sucked hard, milking it with her mouth like it was her very own miniature cock.

I was on fire.  My body no longer ached for her, it burned white hot, like a raging, lust induced inferno.

She slid her lips slowly off of my thumb, dragging the wet digit across her full bottom lip.  I felt her breathe against my damp thumb as she smiled wickedly.

“Naughty, naughty boy,” she whispered.  “I told you no touching.  Now, watch.”

I obeyed immediately, my eyes never leaving hers as my body awaited her command.  She tightly locked her fingers under the head of my cock.  Her thumb slowly grazed over the throbbing head, spreading my precum as she heatedly whispered.  “If you want my fucking mouth, on your fucking cock, you will not move your fucking hands again until I say so.  Do you understand?”  She squeezed right under the head and pulled down, forcing my hole open, the precum straining as it created a bubble at the tip.  

I nodded in compliance as my hand swiftly returned to the comforter.

“Good boy.  I like it when you listen.  In fact, I think you deserve a little reward for being such a good listener, don’t you?” she asked as her head moved down.

And just like that, Jenny’s fucking bubble gum mouth was sucking the head of my cock into her warmth.  I shuddered as a groan tore through my throat.  My hands fisted further, desperate to prove my restraint.  

She kept her fingers tight under the crown, working her mouth over just the head, like she was devouring a cum flavored lollipop.  She lifted her lips to the tip, grazing the flowing slit over her mouth.  She locked eyes with me again.

“Have I told you, Chad, how much I like your cock?”  The words emerged from her cum stained lips.  “It’s beautiful.   I love how hard and thick you are. It looks delicious. It smells delicious.  And it tastes,” she paused to run her tongue over her lips, savoring my cum as her eyes slid closed in desire.  Her heavy eyes opened, a deeper shade of green that emanated heat.  “Fucking delicious.  I’ll bet I can take it all.  What do you think?”

Jenny then got to work, testing my control.  She gently worked her mouth over my cock, each downward stroke allowing a little more into her eager mouth.  She worked delicately, causing me to rise up off the bed, seeking more friction.  My frustration seemed to spur her on, and she loosened her lips even more, reminding me who was in control.  I stilled my body, and she rewarded me by pushing down further.

Before I knew it, her mouth was all the way down my cock, her body angled to take me deep.  Her ass hung in the air provocatively as her mouth engulfed me.  As her nose hit my pelvic bone, a deep guttural moan reverberated from her, and she sucked hard.  My whole crotch vibrated, my desire reaching a fevered pitch.  

She worked her throat over my cock head, never once gagging, even when her enthusiasm got the better of her.  Each time my head and shaft jumped in her throat, she moaned her approval.

My hands battled with the comforter, seeking to dig in deeper.  My mind battled back, desperate to let my hands touch her.  My desire won out, keeping my hands where they were.

She tugged on my balls, and I felt her tongue running across the underside of my cock.  Her saliva dripped down, coating my swollen testicles, as her throat worked the head, manipulating it, sucking it like her pleasure depended upon it.  

And it did.  She worshipped my black cock like it was her favorite suck toy.  She pushed me to the edge, learning the signs of my impending orgasm.  Then she slacked off, causing me to whimper in frustration.  Sucking roughly, she raked her teeth up my shaft, then brutally sucked the head until it came out of her mouth with an obscene pop.  She stared in fascination as I twitched, my angry cock jumping wildly before her.  Then she blew gently, watching my body rise up as the whisper of cool air brushed against my flaming member.

She did this four times.  Four. Motherfucking. Excruciating. Times.

Finally, after my nerves were completely wrecked and I was on the border of insanity, she looked me in the eyes and granted my wildest dreams.

“Chad?  Now you can touch me.  I want you to use my mouth and cum.  Will you cum for me, Chad?”

My answer was to fist my hands into her wild hair and slide her mouth back onto my cock.  Our eyes made love as her mouth fucked my cock.  I pulled her down to the root and tugged her hair a little causing her to rotate her mouth over it.  There was no holding back.  I was past the point of being compliant, and she was urging my hard thrusts on.  I grunted as my cock bottomed out in her throat, her muscles desperately squeezing to milk me, to taste my seed.

Pleasure seeped into every pore of my body as the pressure broke.  I grunted forcefully, fucking Jenny’s mouth while I came.  She rode out my orgasm, her willing throat sucking softly as she let me control the motions.  It felt like I came forever, each electric jolt being answered by a resounding moan from Jenny’s exquisite throat.  And when I was finally done, I collapsed back into the bed, exhausted.

But Jenny never removed my cock from her mouth.  Now that I was done with the initial lust, she began working my cock again. Her mouth started out slow and sweet, acutely aware of what she was doing to me as she savored my overly sensitized cock. Leisurely licks and sucks led me to pant as I tried to overcome the intensity to get to the pleasure.  She knew how to suck it just right, though, making me spasm and grow until once again, my black cock was blood engorged and fully aroused in her mouth.

And then she face fucked it.  Hard. Her ass jiggling in the air, my fist back in her hair, her moans vibrating around my cock. Unbelievably, I felt the pressure reach a fever pitch again.  This time, when I began to cum, Jenny pulled her mouth back up. She licked my slit, sucking the head to get every ounce of sperm out of me that she could.  She ran her teeth over the head, grinning evilly as my body convulsed and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I had never experienced anything like it in my life.  I was on a whole new plane, a never before discovered planet of blissful pleasure and sexual awareness.  Everything throbbed, a euphoric trance set upon me.

She slid down on the comforter next to me, grinning like a cheshire cat with really large breasts.  Her face radiated smug satisfaction as she ran her hands over my stomach.  I tried to say something to her, anything, but I was so far gone, I couldn’t even speak yet.

“Fuck,” she groaned.  “That was just what I needed.  Fuck, you taste so good, Chad.  Mmmmm, stay right there and relax.  I’ll be right back.”

And just like that she bounced off of the bed and walked into the hallway.  I tried to muster up the effort to give a fuck about what she was doing, but instead I stared at the ceiling, reveling in climactic paradise.

A few moments later, she came back into the room, a lit cigarette in her hand.  The pipe was in the other.  She bent down seductively, her ass perched high as she picked the discarded chapstick up off of the floor.  She grabbed a lighter and ashtray off of the end table, and sat down Indian style on the bed.  She took a drag from her cigarette as she took in my body.  

“How ya doin there, Chad?” she asked me cheekily.  Then she flashed that fucking sexy wicked smile.

I opened my mouth to speak, and remarkably sound came out.  Unfortunately, it was just a low groan of satisfaction as my brain had not caught up yet.

She laughed and lit her pipe.  Her eyes danced as she inhaled and took in my pitiful state.  She had brought a grown ass man to a whimpering pile of mush.

She blew out the smoke and immediately picked up her cigarette.  She let me recuperate as she alternated between her pipe and cigarette.  By the time she had finished, lathering her lips and popping in a piece of gum, I had the ability to speak again.

“So,” I asked as nonchalantly as a naked man who’s been reduced to a pile of mush can ask, “Did I pass?  Will you let me be your new solution to that insatiable need for oral stimulation?”

Her body rocked with laughter and she fell on top of me, grabbing my face in her hands.

“I like you, Chad.  You’re fun.”  Her fingers trailed a lazy line down my abdomen.  “I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

Good,” I said, grabbing her by the nape of her hair, bringing her eyes back up to mine.  I pulled her closer to me and whispered,  “Cause now it’s your turn.”