and reached into his briefs
and pulled out his swollen cock. It was thick and red, the veins
pulsing along the sides.
“Suck my cock, Kali. Take it as deep as you
can.”
Quivering inside, she leaned forward and wrapped her
hand around his hot flesh, then pressed his cockhead to her lips.
Then she opened…wide…taking him inside slowly. She glided down his
shaft. Then she slid back… and forward again. His fingers stroked
through her hair, then he wrapped it around his hand and held it
tight. He pulled her head back, then pushed her toward him. She
resisted the gagging sensation and took him deep.
“That’s right, Kali. I want you to take all of
it.”
He pulled her back, then pushed forward again, this
time all the way, until her face was tight against him. Then he
pulled her back again.
“That’s right. Fuck my cock with your mouth.”
He released her hair and she kept the pace he’d
started, gliding forward and back. She slipped her hand under his
balls and cradled them in her palm, then caressed. He rewarded her
with a groan.
He was so hard and long. His big shaft filled her.
Deep. His thickness gliding between her lips.
She sucked, stroking his balls gently.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
His hand cupped her head and pulled her deep. She
squeezed him, sucking hard, wanting to give him pleasure. Then he
groaned and hot liquid gushed down her throat.
She caressed his balls as she swallowed.
“Ohhh,” he moaned.
When he was done, she drew back. His spent cock fell
from her mouth.
Was that all he wanted? Would he send her back to
her desk now?
“Stand up,” he commanded hoarsely.
She stood in front of him and his gaze fell to her
breasts.
“Take off the bra.”
She unfastened it, then slid it from her shoulders,
and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples puckered instantly under
his appreciative gaze. He cupped her breasts, stroking lightly.
Tingles of delight danced through her. His thumbs teased her
nipples and she stifled a groan.
He dipped his head and she felt his moist mouth
surround her sensitive bud. His tongue teased her nipple and she
drew in a deep breath as her whole body quivered with need.
He took the other nipple in his mouth and she
thought she’d die from the exquisite pleasure.
“Go lean against my desk,” he ordered.
She obeyed, leaning back against the hard wood. He
sat in the chair, watching her.
“Stroke your breasts.”
She cupped her mounds, then caressed. She tweaked
one of her nipples, heat rushing through her as he watched.
“Now your pussy. I want to watch you stroke it.”
She pulled up her skirt, bunching it at her waist,
then she dipped her hand under her panties. He practically drooled
as she stroked herself under the thin fabric. Her folds were slick
from need.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good.”
“Are you turned on?”
“Yes, sir. I’m wet with need.”
“Let me feel,” he said eagerly.
She stepped forward. He slid his fingers under her
panties and stroked over her slick flesh. Then his thick fingers
glided insider her, making her groan.
“You like me touching you like this?”
“Yes, Mr. Blair.” It was almost a whimper.
He glided his fingers in and out, driving her need
higher.
“Do you like me fucking you with my fingers?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock now?”
“God, yes.”
He chuckled. She watched as he stood up.
“Take off that skirt. And the panties.”
She shed them as she watched his hand wrap around
his cock. He stepped close, then cupped her head. His lips found
hers and their mouths ground together. His tongue pulsed into her,
deep and hard. She murmured her approval.
Then she felt his hard flesh against her slick
opening. His body jerked forward, impaling her with his cock.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
He ground his hips against her, his erection deep
inside her. His arm came around her and his hand flattened against
the small of her back,