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It started as any normal Monday morning would: slowly moving down the road to the office, jockeying for position among the rest of the bleary-eyed working class. I steeled myself as I finally entered the building and headed for the elevator, ready for another uneventful week. Just before reaching my destination I noticed a blonde woman that I didn't recognize sitting in the lobby. She wore a black pencil skirt, white blouse, black blazer, and eye-catching red heels. Despite her efforts to conceal it, I could tell that she sported some seriously sexy curves beneath the all-business exterior. I took a moment to drink her in and she caught me staring. I held her gaze, gave her a sly smile, and boarded the elevator.
I sat at my desk and attempted to clear my head, but thoughts of the woman from the lobby kept me from completely focusing. I stumbled through a few minutes of work before a meeting reminder drew my attention. With the weekend I had completely forgotten that my team had a new manager starting that day and this meeting had been scheduled for introductions. I rose from my stupor and went toward the designated conference room, wondering what kinds of torture this new boss could conjure.
I entered the room and did a double-take: sitting at the table along with most of the rest of my team was the woman from the lobby. I held my composure enough to catch her eye, extend my hand, and say, "You must be the new manager. My name is Mark - it's a pleasure to meet you." She rose and leaned over the table slightly to take my hand, then replied, "Nice to meet you, too, Mark. I'm Jen. I look forward to working with you." She bent to return to her seat and I caught the scent of her perfume. I took a subtle glance at her blouse, but noticed that it was done all the way up with no hope of seeing anything beneath.
The next couple of minutes waiting for the rest of the team were tense. Despite my attraction to this woman I was worried about the encounter in the lobby. Sexual harassment is a very real and serious offense and I was anxious that perhaps I'd crossed a line. She chatted jovially with the team, at one point glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and giving a slight nod. I took that as a sign that all was well and relaxed for the remainder of the time.
At the close of the meeting Jen announced that she would be setting up one-on-one interviews with the team so that she could get to know everyone. We all stood and Jen started chatting with one of our female coworkers. Not seeing an opportunity to talk with Jen more, I decided to return to my desk and made to pass behind her. At that exact moment she shifted her position and her hand brushed right across my crotch. She immediately realized what she had done and snatched her hand away, stammering to say something. I just raised my hand in a dismissive gesture and gave her a smile. As I left the room I stole one last glance and saw her looking toward the ground with what I swear was a slight smile at the edge of her lips.
Later that afternoon the time arrived for my one-on-one interview so I made my way to Jen's office. It was still cluttered with boxes, but from what I saw of the decor I could tell that this was a classy lady. We chatted, got to know each other, and discussed my career goals. Toward the end of our allotted she swiveled her chair around to retrieve some paperwork, then she inexplicably stood and removed her blazer. At that moment two things occurred to me. Firstly, at some point during our interview Jen had undone a few of the buttons on her blouse; not enough to be completely inappropriate in a working environment but enough to show what was going on underneath. And secondly, this woman was mind-blowingly sexy. She had curves in all the right places, from her luscious breasts, to her hourglass hips, to her tight ass. She returned to her seat and made a show of leaning forward over her desk to hand me the papers that she had retrieved. It was enough to give me a glimpse into paradise. She was wearing a black bra that accentuated her round breasts and perfectly showcased her cleavage. I couldn't take my eyes away as I took the offered paperwork, but she made no effort to discontinue the view even after I'd taken the stack. It made it very difficult to concentrate on anything else for the remainder of the interview. All too soon our time was up so I rose and took her hand. "So what do you think, Mark? Hopefully it won't be too hard working for me?" she asked. "Oh, it's hard all right," I replied. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." And it was the truth. I could hardly walk when leaving her office.
A few days passed uneventfully. I didn't get to see Jen as much as I would have liked due to her busy schedule. Then one morning I made my way to the back of the crowded elevator and turned around to find myself staring right into Jen's eyes. I hadn't noticed that she had boarded the elevator right behind me. "Good morning, Jen! You look fabulous today," I commented. "Why thanks Mark, you're so sweet. Are you ready for an exciting day today?" she asked. "As exciting as it gets around here, I suppose," I replied. "You never know," she said and turned around. We were all crammed in the elevator tightly and I registered something soft pressed against my front. I looked down and realized that it was Jen's ass. I felt a stirring at this realization and attempted to concentrate on something else, but it rubbed against me with each sway of the elevator. I felt myself beginning to harden and panicked at the thought of the inevitable. But as I got harder the rubbing only seemed to intensify. It was then that I realized she was purposely rubbing against me. I glanced around the elevator but nobody seemed to notice; they were all too absorbed in their electronics to notice the gorgeous woman sliding her ass discretely up and down my hardened cock. This thought only made me harder to the point that I thought my throbbing manhood would burst through the front of my pants at any moment.
We were nearly to our floor and Jen suddenly bent over to pick something up. The increase in pressure nearly pushed me over the edge, but I held it in and she returned to a standing position just as the elevator stopped. Everyone exited and I heard something rustle at my feet when I started forward. I glanced down and saw a deep red thong sitting on my shoe. Puzzled, I bent down and picked it up. It was soaking wet. My eyes widened as I realized that Jen must have removed it when she had bent over. Unfortunately, in my disbelief the elevator closed in my face. I pocketed the panties and rode the elevator back to the lobby. When I finally made it back to my floor I immediately sought out Jen. I located her in the midst of a meeting in one of the building's many glass-walled conference rooms. She saw me and smiled as she slowly spread her legs beneath the table. I couldn't see anything, but I knew what was there and it was enough to make the walk back to my desk very awkward.
I didn't get a thing done that afternoon other than watch that conference room with rapt attention. After what seemed like an eternity the room started to empty. I had already been forced to make two stiff trips back to my desk; there wasn't going to be a third. I rose and turned a corner, intent on heading Jen off on the way back to her office. As I guessed, she had taken the side hallway and was walking right toward me. I strode toward her and in a sultry voice she began, "So Mark, how has your..." but I cut her off by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her through the nearest door I could find: the supply closet.
There were no words, just a ravenous need. Our lips met and it was as if a dam suddenly burst. The kiss was long and deep, our tongues intertwining in a complicated dance, seeking more. Searching deeper. My hands started exploring her body as we kissed, moving from her hips, up her back, to her shoulders, back down her back to her ass. I grabbed it and pulled her against me, pushing my hardened rod against her. She moaned at this, the sound making me even harder. I slid my hands up her side and removed her blazer. She pressed against me and I could feel the curve of her breasts, the pulsing heat of her body. My hands found their way to the sides of her soft mounds and I a gently pushed them together, eliciting a groan of satisfaction. I wrapped my hands around the edge of each, squeezing ever so slightly as I worked my away around. At some point it registered that her bra didn't feel like I would normally expect.
Before I could realize why it was different, our kiss ended. She took a step backward, biting her lower lip and undoing a button of her blouse as she did so. I watched hypnotized as she slowly, deliberately loosened each of the buttons. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, she finished and opened her blouse wide. My jaw dropped. Not only did she have a fantastic pair of breasts, but she was wearing a cup-less bra that matched the panties I had retrieved earlier. The blazer must have been hiding the fact that there had been nothing separating her now erect nipples and the blouse. "So are you just going to gawk, or are you going to do something with them?" she asked, which brought me to my senses. I stepped forward and replaced my hands on the sides of her breasts, massaging and slowly working to their apex. I used my fingers to gently trace around each nipple, without actually touching them. Jen arched her back toward me, but I continued my teasing caresses. After a moment of this I abruptly wrapped both hands around the edge of one of her breasts and bent to take the nipple in my mouth. She groaned as I gently sucked one, then the other. My mouth worked on one side: tongue flicking, sucking, nibbling, while my fingers worked the other: gently swirling, pinching, and twisting. The salty sweetness of her natural taste mixed with the sweat on her body made her nipple the most delicious delicacy I had ever experienced.
I lifted her up onto the only piece of furniture in the small closet: a table for storing supplies. I returned my face to her chest and kissed between her breasts, slowly making my way down her stomach until I reached the top of her skirt. She put her hands on my head and spread her legs as I made my way past her skirt, which lifted and revealed her last secret. It didn't escape my attention that she was wearing a black garter belt connected to her thigh-high stockings, a detail that I appreciated. I made my way to her knee and kissed the inside of it, progressing along the inside of her leg, down her inner thigh. I kissed just next to her sweet spot then slowly, delicately kissed one lip of her opening, then the other. She shivered and her smell was intoxicating, but I passed on and kissed down her other leg all the way to the knee. I looked up at her and saw that she was breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling, fingers absently playing with one of her nipples, and eyes staring right into mine. I couldn't take it any longer. I plunged my head toward her pussy and with my whole tongue took one long, intense lick from bottom to top. Ok, maybe her nipple was the SECOND best thing I'd ever tasted.
Jen groaned louder than I'd ever heard and I got to work. I rhythmically licked from bottom to top. I focused on her clit, moving my tongue up and down, then side to side, then circling. I used my fingers to rub her lips while I licked, then inserted a finger inside her. Then two. I continued in this pattern, gradually increasing in speed and intensity with her moans. Building higher and higher, closer and closer, until finally, with a scream of pleasure, she climaxed. I watched, satisfied, as her now-drenched pussy clenched again and again while her body shook. "That's one," I declared and rose to my feet.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in, breathless, for a passionate kiss. Our tongues reacquainted and I lifted her off the table back onto the ground. My hands ran past her hips, up her sides, brushed her nipples, and found her face. We continued to kiss, me holding her face and she unbuttoning my shirt. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pushed down. She went willingly, kissing down my chest and stomach as she got lower and lower. She settled into a squat, her knees spread wide, and began rubbing my manhood through my pants. "Now let's see what we've got here," she said, lowering the zipper. She surprised me by pulling down suddenly, taking both pants and underwear together; my hardened cock burst free, the sudden momentum causing it to bounce for a moment before coming to a throbbing rest. "Mmmmm... very nice," she remarked as she took the base and examined it. She tentatively kissed the side, then the base, the head, and the tip. Her tongue flicked the underside of the head, the sensation causing my whole body to twitch uncontrollably each time she did it. She laughed at this newfound power over me then she looked up at my face and, smiling, took one long lick from base to tip before wrapping her lips around me.
Sensations of pleasure that I had never known exploded within me. Jen's tongue and mouth did things that I never thought possible. Each lick of her tongue and suck of her lips brought me to new levels of ecstasy. The slurping and smacking sounds that she made as she worked only served to increase the arousal caused by her actions. I looked down and saw that with one hand she was rubbing herself. She brought up the other and began stroking as my cock moved back and forth between her hand and open mouth. I took the back of her head and began guiding the speed at which she did this, starting slowly at first but gradually building momentum. The pace quickened until I thought I would lose my mind in pleasure, the sensations flowing throughout my whole body as this sexy woman sucked me. It built higher and higher, my hips thrusting like mad, to the point of overflowing, until, when if felt like I couldn't handle it any longer... I stopped and pulled away. I breathed deeply for a moment to regain control while she stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now let's see what you can really do with that thing," she said, and dropped her skirt.
I walked quickly forward, grabbed her upper arms, and spun her around. I held her body tight against mine, my moistened cock slipping against her ass cheeks, reminding me of our earlier encounter in the elevator. I kissed the side of her neck and she reached her hands to grasp the back of my head. My own hands went to her breasts, massaging them and playing with her nipples while I kissed her. I sent a hand down to her pussy, her juices slippery as I rubbed her clit and pushed my finger in and out of her. She moved her hips up and down appreciatively, allowing my cock to slide back and forth between her cheeks. I stood up straight and bent her over, legs together, until her arms rested on the supply table. She arched her back and her pussy glistened in what little light there was in the room. I moved into position behind her, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing the the head against her pussy. Her warmth felt amazing as I slowly began to thrust, angling myself so that rather than entering her I rubbed the length of my rod along her opening and clit. Her moaning began again as I continued to thrust again and again until, without warning, I angled up and slowly entered her bit by bit until I entirely disappeared inside her.
The reaction was immediate. She screamed in pleasure and started gyrating her hips wildly, moving up and down, side to side, and circular. I did nothing but stand there as she grinded against me with more and more urgency. The downward curve of my dick must have been rubbing on just the right spot, for she was relentless. I reached around and started to rub her clit as she moved. "OH GOD!" she screamed and I felt her body quiver and her pussy contract around me. The squeezing sensation nearly pushed me to the edge, so I pulled out and watched as she continued to tremble. "There's two," I said and sat down on the ground.
She approached and I pulled her to a kneeling position on my lap, facing me. I looked in her eyes and kissed her, more gently this time around. We sat like this, enjoying each others' taste and warmth. After a time our kissing started to escalate again and we held each other tighter. I lifted her hips and brought a breast to my mouth, suckling again as she reached down and positioned the head of my cock against pussy lips. I lowered her hips and entered her. We kissed again and I put my hands on her hips and started moving them back and forth, causing my stiffness to move deep, then shallow within her. She joined in the effort and soon our kissing intensified, bringing back the need that defined the first kiss of the encounter. The pace quickened but still our kiss didn't break. My hands pulled her hips deeper and deeper and I grunted as I moved closer and closer to the edge. "God, I'm going to cum AGAIN!" Jen exclaimed through our kiss and stopped grinding, my cock deep inside her. I felt her body spasm more than ever, her upper lips pressed against mine, her lower lips clenching hard around me as she orgasmed. I broke the kiss and brought my lips close to her ear. "And three," I simply stated.
"Your turn," she said and pulled me to my knees. She faced me on all fours, brought her head down, and practically swallowed my cock. There was no preamble. No teasing. This was it. I thought the first time was intense, but 3 orgasms had awoken something in Jen. She pleasured me like a seasoned pro and I looked around frantically for something with which to handle the inevitable mess, because I knew I wouldn't last long against this assault. "Jen, we need to find something, I'm going to..." I managed to say as my muscles tightened, preparing to let go. She took me out of her mouth long enough to say "Come to me, Mark," and that's when I went over the edge. Hot cum erupted from the end of my cock just as she took it back in her mouth. She rubbed the bottom of my head with her tongue as I pulsed, each contraction sending more sticky cum into her. "Oh Jen, that was amazing," I said and pulled out of her, "let me find something to get rid of that." "No need," she said, surprisingly clearly. Before I could catch on to what she meant, a sound from her phone caught our attention.
"We're late for this afternoon's meeting!" she exclaimed and we hurriedly dressed and made ourselves look as presentable as possible before leaving the supply room. We hustled to the designated conference room and took the last two remaining seats across from each other. As the meeting started I stole a quick glance at Jen and froze. There on her cheek was a dribble of evidence from my final act in the previous room; I must not have held it in quite long enough for her to catch it all. She saw my expression and raised her eyebrows. I casually swiped one of my fingers across my own cheek to indicate the problem and she smiled. Then she winked, wiped off the mess with her finger, put it in her mouth, and puckered her lips as she slowly pulled it out before returning her attention to the meeting.
I think I'm going to enjoy the new management.
I sat at my desk and attempted to clear my head, but thoughts of the woman from the lobby kept me from completely focusing. I stumbled through a few minutes of work before a meeting reminder drew my attention. With the weekend I had completely forgotten that my team had a new manager starting that day and this meeting had been scheduled for introductions. I rose from my stupor and went toward the designated conference room, wondering what kinds of torture this new boss could conjure.
I entered the room and did a double-take: sitting at the table along with most of the rest of my team was the woman from the lobby. I held my composure enough to catch her eye, extend my hand, and say, "You must be the new manager. My name is Mark - it's a pleasure to meet you." She rose and leaned over the table slightly to take my hand, then replied, "Nice to meet you, too, Mark. I'm Jen. I look forward to working with you." She bent to return to her seat and I caught the scent of her perfume. I took a subtle glance at her blouse, but noticed that it was done all the way up with no hope of seeing anything beneath.
The next couple of minutes waiting for the rest of the team were tense. Despite my attraction to this woman I was worried about the encounter in the lobby. Sexual harassment is a very real and serious offense and I was anxious that perhaps I'd crossed a line. She chatted jovially with the team, at one point glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and giving a slight nod. I took that as a sign that all was well and relaxed for the remainder of the time.
At the close of the meeting Jen announced that she would be setting up one-on-one interviews with the team so that she could get to know everyone. We all stood and Jen started chatting with one of our female coworkers. Not seeing an opportunity to talk with Jen more, I decided to return to my desk and made to pass behind her. At that exact moment she shifted her position and her hand brushed right across my crotch. She immediately realized what she had done and snatched her hand away, stammering to say something. I just raised my hand in a dismissive gesture and gave her a smile. As I left the room I stole one last glance and saw her looking toward the ground with what I swear was a slight smile at the edge of her lips.
Later that afternoon the time arrived for my one-on-one interview so I made my way to Jen's office. It was still cluttered with boxes, but from what I saw of the decor I could tell that this was a classy lady. We chatted, got to know each other, and discussed my career goals. Toward the end of our allotted she swiveled her chair around to retrieve some paperwork, then she inexplicably stood and removed her blazer. At that moment two things occurred to me. Firstly, at some point during our interview Jen had undone a few of the buttons on her blouse; not enough to be completely inappropriate in a working environment but enough to show what was going on underneath. And secondly, this woman was mind-blowingly sexy. She had curves in all the right places, from her luscious breasts, to her hourglass hips, to her tight ass. She returned to her seat and made a show of leaning forward over her desk to hand me the papers that she had retrieved. It was enough to give me a glimpse into paradise. She was wearing a black bra that accentuated her round breasts and perfectly showcased her cleavage. I couldn't take my eyes away as I took the offered paperwork, but she made no effort to discontinue the view even after I'd taken the stack. It made it very difficult to concentrate on anything else for the remainder of the interview. All too soon our time was up so I rose and took her hand. "So what do you think, Mark? Hopefully it won't be too hard working for me?" she asked. "Oh, it's hard all right," I replied. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." And it was the truth. I could hardly walk when leaving her office.
A few days passed uneventfully. I didn't get to see Jen as much as I would have liked due to her busy schedule. Then one morning I made my way to the back of the crowded elevator and turned around to find myself staring right into Jen's eyes. I hadn't noticed that she had boarded the elevator right behind me. "Good morning, Jen! You look fabulous today," I commented. "Why thanks Mark, you're so sweet. Are you ready for an exciting day today?" she asked. "As exciting as it gets around here, I suppose," I replied. "You never know," she said and turned around. We were all crammed in the elevator tightly and I registered something soft pressed against my front. I looked down and realized that it was Jen's ass. I felt a stirring at this realization and attempted to concentrate on something else, but it rubbed against me with each sway of the elevator. I felt myself beginning to harden and panicked at the thought of the inevitable. But as I got harder the rubbing only seemed to intensify. It was then that I realized she was purposely rubbing against me. I glanced around the elevator but nobody seemed to notice; they were all too absorbed in their electronics to notice the gorgeous woman sliding her ass discretely up and down my hardened cock. This thought only made me harder to the point that I thought my throbbing manhood would burst through the front of my pants at any moment.
We were nearly to our floor and Jen suddenly bent over to pick something up. The increase in pressure nearly pushed me over the edge, but I held it in and she returned to a standing position just as the elevator stopped. Everyone exited and I heard something rustle at my feet when I started forward. I glanced down and saw a deep red thong sitting on my shoe. Puzzled, I bent down and picked it up. It was soaking wet. My eyes widened as I realized that Jen must have removed it when she had bent over. Unfortunately, in my disbelief the elevator closed in my face. I pocketed the panties and rode the elevator back to the lobby. When I finally made it back to my floor I immediately sought out Jen. I located her in the midst of a meeting in one of the building's many glass-walled conference rooms. She saw me and smiled as she slowly spread her legs beneath the table. I couldn't see anything, but I knew what was there and it was enough to make the walk back to my desk very awkward.
I didn't get a thing done that afternoon other than watch that conference room with rapt attention. After what seemed like an eternity the room started to empty. I had already been forced to make two stiff trips back to my desk; there wasn't going to be a third. I rose and turned a corner, intent on heading Jen off on the way back to her office. As I guessed, she had taken the side hallway and was walking right toward me. I strode toward her and in a sultry voice she began, "So Mark, how has your..." but I cut her off by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her through the nearest door I could find: the supply closet.
There were no words, just a ravenous need. Our lips met and it was as if a dam suddenly burst. The kiss was long and deep, our tongues intertwining in a complicated dance, seeking more. Searching deeper. My hands started exploring her body as we kissed, moving from her hips, up her back, to her shoulders, back down her back to her ass. I grabbed it and pulled her against me, pushing my hardened rod against her. She moaned at this, the sound making me even harder. I slid my hands up her side and removed her blazer. She pressed against me and I could feel the curve of her breasts, the pulsing heat of her body. My hands found their way to the sides of her soft mounds and I a gently pushed them together, eliciting a groan of satisfaction. I wrapped my hands around the edge of each, squeezing ever so slightly as I worked my away around. At some point it registered that her bra didn't feel like I would normally expect.
Before I could realize why it was different, our kiss ended. She took a step backward, biting her lower lip and undoing a button of her blouse as she did so. I watched hypnotized as she slowly, deliberately loosened each of the buttons. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, she finished and opened her blouse wide. My jaw dropped. Not only did she have a fantastic pair of breasts, but she was wearing a cup-less bra that matched the panties I had retrieved earlier. The blazer must have been hiding the fact that there had been nothing separating her now erect nipples and the blouse. "So are you just going to gawk, or are you going to do something with them?" she asked, which brought me to my senses. I stepped forward and replaced my hands on the sides of her breasts, massaging and slowly working to their apex. I used my fingers to gently trace around each nipple, without actually touching them. Jen arched her back toward me, but I continued my teasing caresses. After a moment of this I abruptly wrapped both hands around the edge of one of her breasts and bent to take the nipple in my mouth. She groaned as I gently sucked one, then the other. My mouth worked on one side: tongue flicking, sucking, nibbling, while my fingers worked the other: gently swirling, pinching, and twisting. The salty sweetness of her natural taste mixed with the sweat on her body made her nipple the most delicious delicacy I had ever experienced.
I lifted her up onto the only piece of furniture in the small closet: a table for storing supplies. I returned my face to her chest and kissed between her breasts, slowly making my way down her stomach until I reached the top of her skirt. She put her hands on my head and spread her legs as I made my way past her skirt, which lifted and revealed her last secret. It didn't escape my attention that she was wearing a black garter belt connected to her thigh-high stockings, a detail that I appreciated. I made my way to her knee and kissed the inside of it, progressing along the inside of her leg, down her inner thigh. I kissed just next to her sweet spot then slowly, delicately kissed one lip of her opening, then the other. She shivered and her smell was intoxicating, but I passed on and kissed down her other leg all the way to the knee. I looked up at her and saw that she was breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling, fingers absently playing with one of her nipples, and eyes staring right into mine. I couldn't take it any longer. I plunged my head toward her pussy and with my whole tongue took one long, intense lick from bottom to top. Ok, maybe her nipple was the SECOND best thing I'd ever tasted.
Jen groaned louder than I'd ever heard and I got to work. I rhythmically licked from bottom to top. I focused on her clit, moving my tongue up and down, then side to side, then circling. I used my fingers to rub her lips while I licked, then inserted a finger inside her. Then two. I continued in this pattern, gradually increasing in speed and intensity with her moans. Building higher and higher, closer and closer, until finally, with a scream of pleasure, she climaxed. I watched, satisfied, as her now-drenched pussy clenched again and again while her body shook. "That's one," I declared and rose to my feet.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in, breathless, for a passionate kiss. Our tongues reacquainted and I lifted her off the table back onto the ground. My hands ran past her hips, up her sides, brushed her nipples, and found her face. We continued to kiss, me holding her face and she unbuttoning my shirt. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pushed down. She went willingly, kissing down my chest and stomach as she got lower and lower. She settled into a squat, her knees spread wide, and began rubbing my manhood through my pants. "Now let's see what we've got here," she said, lowering the zipper. She surprised me by pulling down suddenly, taking both pants and underwear together; my hardened cock burst free, the sudden momentum causing it to bounce for a moment before coming to a throbbing rest. "Mmmmm... very nice," she remarked as she took the base and examined it. She tentatively kissed the side, then the base, the head, and the tip. Her tongue flicked the underside of the head, the sensation causing my whole body to twitch uncontrollably each time she did it. She laughed at this newfound power over me then she looked up at my face and, smiling, took one long lick from base to tip before wrapping her lips around me.
Sensations of pleasure that I had never known exploded within me. Jen's tongue and mouth did things that I never thought possible. Each lick of her tongue and suck of her lips brought me to new levels of ecstasy. The slurping and smacking sounds that she made as she worked only served to increase the arousal caused by her actions. I looked down and saw that with one hand she was rubbing herself. She brought up the other and began stroking as my cock moved back and forth between her hand and open mouth. I took the back of her head and began guiding the speed at which she did this, starting slowly at first but gradually building momentum. The pace quickened until I thought I would lose my mind in pleasure, the sensations flowing throughout my whole body as this sexy woman sucked me. It built higher and higher, my hips thrusting like mad, to the point of overflowing, until, when if felt like I couldn't handle it any longer... I stopped and pulled away. I breathed deeply for a moment to regain control while she stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now let's see what you can really do with that thing," she said, and dropped her skirt.
I walked quickly forward, grabbed her upper arms, and spun her around. I held her body tight against mine, my moistened cock slipping against her ass cheeks, reminding me of our earlier encounter in the elevator. I kissed the side of her neck and she reached her hands to grasp the back of my head. My own hands went to her breasts, massaging them and playing with her nipples while I kissed her. I sent a hand down to her pussy, her juices slippery as I rubbed her clit and pushed my finger in and out of her. She moved her hips up and down appreciatively, allowing my cock to slide back and forth between her cheeks. I stood up straight and bent her over, legs together, until her arms rested on the supply table. She arched her back and her pussy glistened in what little light there was in the room. I moved into position behind her, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing the the head against her pussy. Her warmth felt amazing as I slowly began to thrust, angling myself so that rather than entering her I rubbed the length of my rod along her opening and clit. Her moaning began again as I continued to thrust again and again until, without warning, I angled up and slowly entered her bit by bit until I entirely disappeared inside her.
The reaction was immediate. She screamed in pleasure and started gyrating her hips wildly, moving up and down, side to side, and circular. I did nothing but stand there as she grinded against me with more and more urgency. The downward curve of my dick must have been rubbing on just the right spot, for she was relentless. I reached around and started to rub her clit as she moved. "OH GOD!" she screamed and I felt her body quiver and her pussy contract around me. The squeezing sensation nearly pushed me to the edge, so I pulled out and watched as she continued to tremble. "There's two," I said and sat down on the ground.
She approached and I pulled her to a kneeling position on my lap, facing me. I looked in her eyes and kissed her, more gently this time around. We sat like this, enjoying each others' taste and warmth. After a time our kissing started to escalate again and we held each other tighter. I lifted her hips and brought a breast to my mouth, suckling again as she reached down and positioned the head of my cock against pussy lips. I lowered her hips and entered her. We kissed again and I put my hands on her hips and started moving them back and forth, causing my stiffness to move deep, then shallow within her. She joined in the effort and soon our kissing intensified, bringing back the need that defined the first kiss of the encounter. The pace quickened but still our kiss didn't break. My hands pulled her hips deeper and deeper and I grunted as I moved closer and closer to the edge. "God, I'm going to cum AGAIN!" Jen exclaimed through our kiss and stopped grinding, my cock deep inside her. I felt her body spasm more than ever, her upper lips pressed against mine, her lower lips clenching hard around me as she orgasmed. I broke the kiss and brought my lips close to her ear. "And three," I simply stated.
"Your turn," she said and pulled me to my knees. She faced me on all fours, brought her head down, and practically swallowed my cock. There was no preamble. No teasing. This was it. I thought the first time was intense, but 3 orgasms had awoken something in Jen. She pleasured me like a seasoned pro and I looked around frantically for something with which to handle the inevitable mess, because I knew I wouldn't last long against this assault. "Jen, we need to find something, I'm going to..." I managed to say as my muscles tightened, preparing to let go. She took me out of her mouth long enough to say "Come to me, Mark," and that's when I went over the edge. Hot cum erupted from the end of my cock just as she took it back in her mouth. She rubbed the bottom of my head with her tongue as I pulsed, each contraction sending more sticky cum into her. "Oh Jen, that was amazing," I said and pulled out of her, "let me find something to get rid of that." "No need," she said, surprisingly clearly. Before I could catch on to what she meant, a sound from her phone caught our attention.
"We're late for this afternoon's meeting!" she exclaimed and we hurriedly dressed and made ourselves look as presentable as possible before leaving the supply room. We hustled to the designated conference room and took the last two remaining seats across from each other. As the meeting started I stole a quick glance at Jen and froze. There on her cheek was a dribble of evidence from my final act in the previous room; I must not have held it in quite long enough for her to catch it all. She saw my expression and raised her eyebrows. I casually swiped one of my fingers across my own cheek to indicate the problem and she smiled. Then she winked, wiped off the mess with her finger, put it in her mouth, and puckered her lips as she slowly pulled it out before returning her attention to the meeting.
I think I'm going to enjoy the new management.
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