Mark's new assistant exceeds his expectations.
|Mark’s desire for his assistant was kindle the moment she walked in the door of the small office space he rented. She came in wearing a black pencil skirt that stopped above her knees exposing a bit of thigh. The blue sweater she wore was buttoned just below her large chest, and the under shirt scooped to reveal a hint of cleavage.
After giving her several tasks to complete Mark shut himself in his office and tried to focus on work. The idea of cupping those large breasts and sliding his tongue between them kept distractig him. His hands slipped below his desk and released his throbbing member from its pinstriped prison. He had matters well in hand when there was a light tap at his door. Shit! He quicly tucked himself away just as the door opened and the object of his desire entered.
“Finished already, Jane?” He folded his hands over his lap to hide the open fly of his pants.
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” Jane sidled up to his desk and leaned forward to rest her palms on the top. Her sweater was unbottoned and her breasts pusheded out from the loose front panels. “Is there something else you need from me?”
Oh, dear god, Mark tried to think of something to say that would not earn him some sort of complaint. He sucked in a breath as Jane rounded his desk and leaned her fine ass on the edge beside him. One more step to the right and she would be between him and the desk. As if she could read his mind she took that step to the right and bracing her hands on the edge pushed herself up so she sat with her legs dangling. The movement hiked her skirt up so he could see where her stockings ended the smooth, pale, skin of her thighs started.
“What can I do to you?” Mark cursed as he realized what he said. “I mean for you?”
“Why don’t you practice your oral presentation on me/” Jane spread her thighs to reveal her smooth pantiless pussy. Her folds were pink sand swollen. They separated to reveal an engorged clit and a dripping hole.
The salty, tangy, smell of her drew him from his chair to his knees. He flicked the bulb of her clit and when she did not protest he sucked it between his lips. Short feminine moans filled his office as he licked and sucked her clit. Her long finger nails slid through his hair, making him purr against her tender sex.
“Oh, Mr. Jenkins, I’m on the edge of my seat!”
He released her clit and slid his tongue into her opening. She leaned back so her ass slid off the desk and into his waiting hands. He sucked her so his tongue slid in deeper. He groaned appreciatively as her sweet, warm juices filled his mouth.
As she caught her breath he stood and moved to the other side of his desk. He pulled her across the smooth surface so her head fell back over the edge. Her mouth fell open and he filled it with his cock. He was able to go in to his root and withdraw until he released inside her throat.
“Are you serious?”
Mark removed his clothes and climbed onto his desk so he pinned her between his thighs. He pulled the sleeves of her sweater off and slid the straps of her chami and bra down her bare arms to expose her large soft breasts. He sandwiched his hard cock between the soft mounds and them up and down his length until his second erruption covered her chest in thick creamy semen.
“Now my cunt!”
Mark slid off the desk and sat back in his chair. He needed to regain control of this situation. “You want it inside? Come and get it.”
Jane slid off the desk and mounted him. He turned the chair to brace the back against the desk as she slid onto his still stiff member. He was not surprised it was still hard. It was going on six months since anyone besides him took care of his needs. His head fell back and his eyes slid closed as she massaged him with her tight, wet muscles. Her soft breasts slapped his chest as she rode him. He cupped her smooth ass and dug his fingers into her buttocks as he pushed up into her and released into her convusing sex.
“Not bad for your first day.” He breathed as she lay against him.
“Same time tomorrow?”
His cock stiffened inside her as she moved to dismount. He caught her by the hips to hold her in place. “How do you feel about working late?”
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