I sat back in my chair and waited till she'd left the office. I pulled my office bottle of bourbon out, and took a slug straight. I buzzed Pris, but she was already at the door, a smug smile on her pretty face. "She about your type, Mike?" Pris asked, already swaying toward me. When I hired her, she was working for a high priced pimp and in a jam. I guess she still was.
"Ah, nuts!" I scowled, and took another slug of whiskey, sliding my chair back so Pris could get in front of me. I whipped out my swollen prick and held it as she bent over and breathed on it. Her mouth opening slowly, her tongue sliding out between her pearly whites. Sometimes, I like the sensual stuff. Today, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and punched her in the throat with my dick instead. She got the hint, and started working it up and down, her slim, typist hands pumping me as she sucked. I reached out and stroked her stockinged legs and ran my hand up to her creamy, smooth ass.
When I was good and throbbing I ran my fingers up and down her slit. Most guys like to think that the pretty secretary showing off her legs when you walk in ain't wearing any panties. In my office, it's policy. I felt her moistness and stood up. She breathed deeply, pushing back a strand of stray golden hair. I ran my juice-covered finger over her soft, big lips, and got behind her. I pushed her forward so her hands were on the desk and kicked her ankles apart. "You gonna cuff me, too?" she said, smirking over her shoulder as she tilted her cherry-shaped ass up, wiggling it a little.
I grunted in reply, and stepped between her spread legs, ramming my prick in hard and fast.
She was moaning up a storm. I pulled her blouse up and got me a couple handfuls of her massive tits and squeezed as I gave it to her. Her hair smelled like a breeze. Her cunt felt like a thousand angel feathers, all wet and hot with kisses. I was pounding into her hard and deep and fast as a jackhammer. When you arer balls deep in a woman like that, you miss things, sometimes important things. |