When we got back to the pool, she turned toward me. “I have cum all the way down to my left ankle. Let’s take a swim and wash ourselves off.”
******
We have been together for three months, and our passion has shown no signs of waning. If anything, it was getting stronger. I couldn’t find a thing that I didn’t love about her. It seemed as though we were a perfect match in every way.
During that time, we made a couple of trips back to Albany. Initially, it was so that I could introduce her to my family. Shannen wanted to make sure that they were okay with our relationship. Fortunately, all that went very well. Hell, Shannen and Darcy were practically the same age. Why wouldn’t they get along? Eventually, Michael and Darcy had stopped fretting about Shannen breaking my heart, and they began teasing me about me breaking hers.
As it turned out, the two gentlemen from Saratoga Springs whom I had met at the airport managed The Saratoga Springs Hilton, one of her properties. It was important for tax reasons that she met with them on each of our visits. I had to laugh because I never could figure out if I actually flew my plane primarily for work or if I used work as an excuse to fly.
On our second visit, I took her on a tour of our plant which, I must say, was rather impressive, if I do say so myself. We have constantly upgraded our equipment employing the latest technologies.
We had been in Albany for most of the week, and we were to fly home the following morning, which was Friday. We were having a romantic dinner at the club and were teasing each other with little innuendos about having sex in the car in front of my house or in the backyard by the pool.
She was dressed incredibly sexy that evening. More so than usual, I thought. She wore a long-sleeved, silver blouse with a snug fitting, black skirt that ended about three inches above her knees. She had on black stockings, silver heels, and a belt that matched her shoes.
We were just finishing our dinner when I stated, “I know that I’ve already told you several times this evening, but you do look incredible tonight, darling. Would you like some dessert?”
She grinned seductively at me. “I’m not sure just yet. But before you decide what you would like to have, I thought you should know that I’m not wearing any panties tonight,” she whispered in her seductive, lustful voice.
I gave her a look that had to say ‘I’m dying to fuck you’ written all over it. I slowly shook my head not taking my eyes off her. “I’ve been staring at dessert all evening and didn’t know it. Check, please.”
When I left the parking lot, I turned toward the plant instead of toward home. “Where are we going, honey?” she asked.
“I need to run by the plant and do something because I won’t get a chance to do it in the morning.”
“What’s that?”
I smiled and patted her stocking-covered thigh and ran my fingers over the clips that kept them firmly attached to her garter. “Geez, you are sexy,” I mumbled as I pulled up to the guard gate.
The guard smiled broadly. “Good evening, Mr. Thompson. What brings you here this late?”
I returned his smile. “I need to look over some paperwork I left here earlier today, and I would appreciate it if I weren’t disturbed.”
“Anything you say, Mr. Thompson.”
I pulled through the gate and headed for my parking space.
“You’re going to fuck me in your office, aren’t you?” Her voice was labored and husky as she turned toward me and spread her legs exposing her bare, wet sex.
I groaned as I ran my fingers up through her soft flesh then placed them in my mouth. “My God, you are the tastiest, sexiest thing in the world.”
“What if I tell you that you can’t fuck me in your office? What if I just say no?”
“From the smell of you, I don’t believe you can say no.”
She reached down and slid two fingers inside her while I parked the car. “I’m so horny for you, Alex, I would let you fuck me right here if you wanted to. Besides, I could never tell you no.”
When she got out of the car, she placed her fingers in my mouth. “I am so in heat for your cock, I can barely walk,” she groaned as we walked to my office. When I turned the lights on, the place lit up as bright as a Christmas tree. There were windows on all sides of the building, but no one was around that late, so it was unlikely that anyone would see us.
The small, stand-alone building had four offices in it. The two inside offices were for Michael and me, and the two outer ones were for our assistants. The lower four feet of the walls were made of oak wainscot paneling, but the top half was made of clear glass. We could see one another yet not be distracted by the sounds coming from the other offices.
I unlocked the door to my office and ushered her inside. I made a point of locking the door behind us. “I want to give you all the privacy I can,” I grinned.
“Have you ever had sex in here before?”
I shook my head. “No, but I’ve fantasized about it many times. I think you should know that if anyone were outside, they could see us.”
She looked at me, breathing heavily. “I want you in my mouth.”
I shrugged. “That’s fair; I want your pussy in mine.”
She kneeled on the floor and undid my trousers pulling them down around my ankles. “Me first,” she demanded, pushing me backward and forcing me to sit in my chair. She was between my legs and had the tip of my cock pressed against her pursed lips within seconds. My first thrust deep in her mouth was like warm heaven as her tongue lavished every square inch of my dick. I watched her luscious lips slide over my flesh as she bobbed up and down.
I was able to take only a few minutes of her exquisite mouth before I was ready to climax.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth or your pussy?”
“I don’t care, baby. I just want you to stay hard for me,” she moaned as she sucked and slurped on my cock.
“You have to stop then,” I groaned, pulling her up and kissing her juicy lips. I picked her up and placed her bottom on the edge of my desk in front of my chair. She worked her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs.
I was mesmerized by her exotic beauty for a moment. With her bottom at the edge of the desk and her skirt pulled up, spreading her legs stretched the straps on her garter and the tops of her nylons where they were clasped. Her pussy was wide open for me. “I wish I had a camera.”
“Why do you need a camera?” Her voice was heavy with lust, her body aching for release.
I groaned a deep guttural growl as I gazed at her soft, wet pussy. “For those lonely nights when I’m by myself, and I need to see you.”
“There won’t be any lonely nights for the rest of your life, mister, and besides, we have Skype. That should take care of any loneliness you may have.”
“Hm, yeah, I forgot about Skype.”
She had her heels on, so I placed her calves over the armrests of my chair. I forced her legs further apart causing the tight skin of her inner thighs to tug at her swollen lips. I breathed heavily through my nose as I watched her sex splay and stretch.
Her erotic aroma filled the small room urging me on like a traction device, pulling me and compelling me ever closer to the source of her odor. I was barely an inch away from her sex when her beautiful pussy opened for my mouth, almost forcing my orgasm. Her core was soppy wet and juicy, and I buried my face in her. I shuddered in ecstasy as I slid my tongue inside. Her incredible smell and feminine taste saturated my senses as she filled my mouth with her rich, pungent juices.
My mind was on overload as I consumed her erotic gift. I shivered wanting to savor her taste as long as I could before having to swallow. “There’s nothing as good as your pussy.” I moaned a deep, guttural growl into her splayed vulva, my face covered with her arousal.
She cried out a long, frail whine and stiffened as her thighs began to quiver. Grabbing fistfuls of my hair, she pulled my face deeper into her pussy and tilted it up for better contact. She began huffing rapidly, crying out softly with
each quick breath. “Oh, oh, oh … oh … fuck,” she cried out, clamping her thighs tightly around my head and hunching her pussy against my face as she squirted into my mouth. She raised her buttocks off the desk, trying to stuff as much of my tongue in her pussy as she could while she suffered through multiple spasms from deep within her sex.
I was so turned on when she flooded my mouth with her warm orgasm, it caused a mini-contraction from within my groin, and I released a little semen. I felt it flow gently out the end of my cock, and it felt wonderful.
Her body remained rigid and spasmed between convulsive jerks, her thighs squeezed tightly around my face. She released more of her orgasmic juices with each convulsive thrust forcing me to swallow. I had no choice; I had to breathe. She hunched into me several more times, but her juices were spent, and I didn’t feel any more of her warmth flooding over my tongue.
I had to breathe, so I reached up and pulled at her thighs. With the tension released, her thighs fell apart giving me much-needed air.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she wailed with a shiver as her bottom slammed back down on the desk.
Once her thighs had parted, I collapsed back into my chair totally exhausted and in complete submission. I was spent and felt satisfied, or so I thought.
She cooed contentedly with each long exhale. “Alex, I don’t know what’s happening to me. Each orgasm I have seems to be better than the last. Every nerve cell in my body right now feels like it is ready to explode. My God, baby, I could come again in a second,” she moaned.
I looked down at my erection, still throbbing with need, and saw a small amount of cum dribbling down the side.
She cooed a whiny sort of need. “You need to put it in now.”
As I stood up, I cleared my throat and tried to formulate the feeble words I needed to say, “I want you … behind.”
“What baby? You want my ass?”
I shook my head, trying to straighten my exhausted tongue. “No, honey, I want you from behind.”
She sat up on the desk. “Oh, baby, you want to fuck me from behind?”
I nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” she squealed as she stood up and turned around so her bottom was positioned directly in front of me. She bent over and placed her hands on the desk, her bottom hiked up by her high heels. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her sex toward my cock. She lowered her chest and flattened her breasts on the oak desk.
“Look up at the window, baby. There could be someone outside looking in, and we wouldn’t be able to see him. He could just stand there and watch me fuck you.”
She glanced up at the window, trying to see into the blackness beyond the reflective glare of the glass but saw nothing. However, she knew in her heart that someone could be there, someone could see. She groaned and laid her head down on her forearms. “I don’t care. I don’t care where I am. I just want you to fuck me.”
I looked down at my cock, throbbing and gently tapping at her entrance. Her pussy was closed but incredibly wet and juicy from her orgasm. I pushed forward gently parting her lips and watched as her pussy stretched tightly around my girth. I couldn’t take my eyes away as I watched myself disappear inside her.
She pushed back as I penetrated her. “Oh,” she gasped, “I love that cock.” She whimpered as she reached back with both hands, spread her cheeks, and parted her legs as much as she could.
“Oh, babe,” I groaned as I watched my cock slide in and out of her sweet, ripe flesh.
She quivered and stiffened. “Oh, yes, baby, fuck me. Push it in me. Push it all the way in me. Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m so close. Grab my hips and slam that cock in me. Fuck me harder. Oh, baby, please, please, please, fuck me harder. Slam it in my ass,” she begged as she continued to moan and wail.
I grabbed her hips and began fucking her harder than ever before. My balls slammed against her clit with each brutal thrust into her. Her ass and her legs began to quiver. She slowly tilted her pelvis up, subconsciously submitting her pussy to my brutal attack as her body stiffened and got ready to orgasm.
“I’m close,” I whispered as I watched her bottom tighten and quiver while she clenched tightly around my cock. I groaned and watched as her little ass tightened around itself, pulling her cheeks together and causing her fingers to lose their grip and slip away.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, but seconds later, she screamed as she went into a rigid, contraction. Her scream frightened me; it was so loud. I was afraid she might break the glass in my office. She couldn’t move for a few moments as four rapid shock waves ripped through her. She stood stiff-legged, my cock still wedged deep inside her as she spasmed.
I pumped inside of her rigid, stiff-legged frame four or five more times and erupted into her, filling her wet sheath with warm sperm.
“Aw,” she moaned each time I pumped more into her. Within seconds, it was over, and her knees gave way, pressing down hard on my stiff shaft. I had a death grip on her hips so I eased her down until her tummy rested on top of the desk.
I slowly slid in and out of her soft, wet pussy enjoying her residual contractions as she clenched and milked the remainder of the sperm from my body. She lay there for a few minutes enjoying the warm, sensuous feelings that had enveloped her. She was resting peacefully, her breath almost back to normal. I was soft, so I slid gently out of her. As I did, she convulsed with a strong aftershock and moaned in ecstasy.
She looked back over her shoulder, still lying on her tummy. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so embarrassed.”
I frowned and looked at her questioningly. “What could you possibly be sorry about? I’m about as happy as a person could possibly be right now.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t mean to scream that loudly. It took me by surprise.”
“What’s the matter, honey? Didn’t it feel good for you? Did I hurt you in some way?”
“Oh, no, baby, you didn’t hurt me at all. In fact, it was incredible. My orgasms just keep getting stronger.”
She started to push herself up off the table to stand. “Wait a second, sweetheart,” I said. “Before you stand, let me clean some of the stuff off you. If I don’t, it will get all over your skirt and make a mess.”
She giggled as she lay back down. “Since we met, all my skirts go to the cleaners like that. I love it. I’m making up for lost time.”
I reached over, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my cum off her swollen lips, what I could see, that is. “There, that’s better.”
“Aw, baby,” she whined, sounding terribly disappointed, “I thought that you were going to kiss me down there and lick me clean.”
I chuckled as I stared at her golden-brown lips, poking out from between her marvelous cheeks, and God, did they ever look good. “Of course I am, baby,” I said as I slid my tongue up over her deliciously swollen lips several times, licking her clean.
“Inside too … just a little,” she whimpered.
I smiled and bit the bullet. “Of course, baby, I was just getting the outside clean first,” I lied. But the reality was that I would never do anything to disappoint her because I didn’t think that she would ever do anything to disappoint me.
I pushed my tongue deep inside her opening and slid it up through her sex scooping up whatever was there, some of it mine, some hers. I just didn’t care any longer because I loved everything about her. “There, my precious little girl. Is that better?”
She cooed happy little noises of contentment. “Yes, it felt so good, so comforting, and so … loving,” she whispered. She took a deep breath and lifted herself off the table. When she turned around, she saw her reflection in one of the outside windows. “Oh, my God, Alex, look at the windows. Do you think someone could have seen us?” she asked fearfully, almost panicked.
I reached out, wrapped her in my arms, and held her tight. “Hey, honey, calm down. Everything is all right. Why are you so afraid of someone seeing you now when you didn’t seem too concerned about it before we had
sex?”
She looked down as she lowered her skirt and motioned for me to pull up my pants. “I don’t know exactly. I wish I could explain it. It’s just that sometimes before we make love, I’m so horny that I just don’t care. I just want you inside me. I want you to fuck me at any cost. It’s as if I have to have you inside me, and it scares me. I’m not an out of control person. But when it comes to you and having sex, I feel as though I am out of control sometimes, and I am willing to take chances that I wouldn’t otherwise take.”
I held her tighter for a moment and then kissed her tenderly. “Listen, I promised you that I would take care of you and not let you get into trouble or get hurt. I aim to keep that promise.”
“But you said that there could be someone out there watching us. I didn’t care then, but it scares the shit out of me now. What if we actually were to get caught?”
I laughed. “Isn’t that part of the excitement, knowing that you could get caught?”
She looked frustrated. “Yes, but …”
I shook my head. “There are no buts about it, honey. When you want to fuck so badly that you’re willing to take risks, you know that you’re desperately horny and need sex.”
“But do you think someone might have been outside one of the windows just now?”
I chuckled for a moment.
She gave me a dirty look. “It’s not funny, and I’m scared. If we were to get caught by the wrong people at the wrong place, it could cost us dearly.”
“I’m not trying to make light of, baby, but I told you that I would never let anything happen to you. I said that there could be someone outside, but I knew that there wouldn’t be. No one can get up here without going through the guard gate, and we both know that wasn’t going to happen.”
“So you were just teasing me when you said that someone could be outside.”
“No, I wasn’t exactly teasing or lying to you about it, but I may have been stretching the truth a little. I told you that to make it more exciting for you. Isn’t the thought of someone watching you give me a blowjob just a little exciting? Would it turn you on if someone you didn’t know watched me give you an orgasm with my mouth? I know that the thought of that turns me on. Just you having an orgasm turns me on.”
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