My secretary, Gail, is an energetic woman and drop dead sexy. I hired her for her abilities and her looks. At thirty-seven years old, she radiates sex. The mother of three boys, she was married, at the time, to a husband with a reputation for drug abuse.
She preferred blouses that showed off her large, firm tits. We loved it, but the partners were afraid of the image it set for the clients. So sadly, we asked her to cover them up.
We hit it off right away and worked well together. She loved to show off pictures of her boys, and I would show off photos of mine. We become good friends.
One day late she comes into my office with some pictures of her sons.
“John, I just got these at lunch; would you like to see them?”
“Sure, Gail.” I always liked to see the pictures she took. I had many photos of my sons, and we enjoyed the sharing of this common experience.
She steps behind my desk and lays them in front of me. This exquisite scent drifts by my nose. An odor that reminds me of the first day of spring, when the flowers are newly opened. This is not her usual perfume. This is something new and from its effect on me something rather expensive.
“These are from their baseball game last week.” She points at a picture, but I have no memory today of what it was of, because I notice the top two buttons of her blouse are open. The side of her breast is inches from my eyes. At a sight of such sexual potency I forget to look at the picture. Her large tanned breast is resting in a bra of finely worked lace and silk. It overflows the cup, which scarcely hides her nipple.
She moves on the next picture. She knows I’m not looking at her pictures, but then the pictures aren’t the real reason she came in my office.
She brushes my arm with her hand. The light graze of her fingers brings my cock to such a state of hardness it aches. I’m sweating under the power of her sexuality. I look up into her wide eyes. I can’t look away. She smiles as she stares into mine. We hold our eyes fixed, and then says, “All the others have gone for the day.”
My brain, paralyzed by her smell, her full breast, and her touch, has no idea what she is talking about. It is trying to connect to anything. Is she talking about the pictures? Where is everyone?
She places her hand on my shoulder and slowly rotates my chair so I face her. She leans into me and kisses me. Her lips are so soft on mine. I fall into her like Alice down the rabbit hole.
Her tongue enters my mouth and I taste her for the first time. So fresh and sweet, her tongue draws mine in to play. I feel her body shiver as she steps between my legs, never releasing the kiss. She has transported me from the frustration of a screwed up legal brief to almost cumming in my pants in about one minute. I am in shock. How is such passion possible?
My hands move to her legs. Her muscles quiver under my touch. I hold tight, afraid she will fall or bolt from me. My fingers travel over the unblemished skin of her legs rising upward to the silk covering her ass. The silk is rough after the perfect smoothness of her skin. So I push my hands up through the French-cut legs of her panties to touch the softness of her ass. My cock is screaming with need.
Her breathing has quickened; her arousal is fired by our kissing, and by my strong fingers massaging her wondrous ass. She reaches down and touches my hard cock still confined to my pants. I stand and she explores its size and shape.
She breaks the kiss at last and whispers in my ear, “I knew you had a big cock; I could tell.” She pulls on it through my pants. She knows she has me on the edge.
I gaze down into the valley of her breasts framed by that magnificent bra. Two more buttons have magically opened, and her delicate lingerie is before my eyes.
She smiles at me. “I bought them for you. I will wear them for no one else.”
I gently touch the silk, tracing my finger over the white material. Trying not to wrinkle it. My finger touches the pronounced bump in the fabric, and she throws her head back and sighs. I slowly insert my finger under the material; I almost reach the large, erect nipple when she says, “Wait … follow me … there’s a big couch in the ladies room.”
Though our passions are at a crest, my mind had not come to the realization that I might actually get to fuck this woman who has so inflamed me. My eyes watch her ass as we leave the office and enter the door marked, “Women.”
In the ladies room she went right to her knees and unzipped me, pulling out my hard dick. There was no hesitation as she sucked me deep into her mouth.
“Oh, Gail.” I almost shouted. I certainly didn’t care if anyone heard me. Her mouth on my cock is wet and hot. She knew what she wanted and she was going on get it. Her tongue swirls around my cock covering every inch. She spits on it and takes me deep in her throat. She pulls it out and, with a look of triumph spits again and swallows me whole. She flexes her throat on my cock and fucks me. I felt my balls unloading. The cum rising rapidly to fill her mouth. She pulls my cock from her mouth rapidly strokes it twice and then squeezes it with such force that my cum backups and stops moving. A jolt of pain goes through my balls. I look down quickly at her. She smiles sweetly at me and says, “Take off my clothes.” The pain disappears under the light of her smile.
I carefully unbutton the remaining button on her blouse. She slips if off and tosses it on the back of the couch. Sensing my inability to cope with any thing complex at the moment, she unclips her bra and removes it. Her is proud of her tits and cups them to show me their size and weight—D sized and heavy in her hands. She pinches her nipples, it has no effect on their hardness, but she swoons back at the pleasure.
“John, take off my skirt.” I start at the sound of her voice, being hypnotized by her perfect breasts. I unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her legs are naked, no stockings—no panty hose. To cover her legs would reduce their beauty. I looked at her amazing body and knew when she had dressed that morning she knew she would fuck me today. She wore the panties and bra for a lover not a job. The panties are nothing but a small panel covering her pussy. It is easy to see she has no hair. The sheer smoothness of the silk would have shown any wisp of hair on her pussy.
I gently slip my fingers under the strings and lower them to the floor. I move to set them on the pile of her clothes, but she takes them from me. She holds them under my nose.
“John, this is my scent. Inhale and remember it. Then you will know when I come into your office, by my scent, that I want to fuck you.”
She takes the panties from my nose and puts them in my pants pocket. “Keep them in a safe place.”
Sitting on the couch, she spreads her legs and gives me a full view of her beautiful pussy. The lips are shaved with a crown of hair over her clit, and they are swollen and droop to the sides revealing her opening.
She looks at me and says, “I love to have my pussy licked, and it’s been a long time since someone has done it well.”
Gail moves her ass to the edge of the couch and lifts her legs and sets them at the edge. She makes it so easy to lean down and lick along her thighs. Her juices have run down and spread over them. I clean every drop with my tongue. I was cleaning up the last little spot when my ears are seized and my month firmly placed to her lips.
“Eat the fucking thing. Quite teasing me.”
I softly chew on her lips. I love to take a pussy lip in my mouth and pull. Opening the right side then the left stretching her lips wide. I could tell the lip pulling was beginning to frustrate her, and just as she grabbed for my ears again, I thrust my tongue as deep as I could into her cunt.
She skipped my ears and went for the back of my head grinding her pussy into my mouth. “Oh, yes, John, eat my pussy. Tongue fuck me.”
I decide to go for a big finish. Moving up to her clit, I surround it with my lips and suck. She arches her hips up to me and yells, “Of, fuck, yes, suck my clit.” I hold her up in the air, with my hands under her ass, and start rapidly flicking her clit. She goes wild snapping her hips up to my mouth. She pulls violently on her tits. She pulls one up sucking the nipple into her mouth. Pulling the tit out as she bites her nipple and pulls the skin taught.
Her hands push down on the couch and she cums in my mouth. A shrieking, twisting, frantic cum lasting for a long time, until she collapses onto the couch and shoves my face out of her pussy.
“Oh, my god, John, can you eat pussy!”
I wasn’t done. I moved her hands out of the way and dove into the pool of moisture for another lap. She caught on right away to my intention and gave way. She rapidly built up to her previous level and quickly bathed by face in her juices. She lay back exhausted.
She took two deep breaths and sat up and pulled me on top of her. Reaching down she found my cock and pulled it into her pussy. She pulls my face to her for one of those soul-stopping kisses, and she puts her heels to my ass and pushes me home.
I slide into her as if we are a perfect matching set of pussy and cock. Her pussy draws my cock into her heat and moisture. We forget about the time and hump into each other vigorously. As close to a perfect fuck as can happen ensued. She pulls me down hard onto her and tightly wraps her legs around me enclosing me in her body.
At this point my cum shoots into her, spurt after spurt entering her thirsty pussy. I finally stop pumping and lie over her, numbed by the force of my orgasm. She moves under me and I sit up. I go to get a towel to clean up the pool of cum flowing onto the couch.
“John, I’m going to need you to do this often. Do you think you could put a couch or something in your office that we can fuck on. I think the other secretaries will get jealous if they walk in here too many times while you’re fucking me.”
I did buy a nice strong table and we’ve fucked on it in my office for the past seventeen years.