They had met a couple times before. Had talked about an arrangement. Had talked around the issue.
She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on. He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right. And he was. Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.
This time, she had messaged him. She let him know she wanted to see him. To make it work.
He would be at the office by 9:30 that morning, he told her.
He came in and got organized, opened his laptop, checked his email and responded to those needing his thoughts and attention.
He wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie. Black and silver cuff links.
He heard a knock at the door.
She walked in and sat down smiling. And he asked how she'd been. And then he just listened.
She was in a dress, low cut, showing off her ample cleavage.
But he was soon entranced in her voice. And his cock was responding, too.
He pointed to the desk at the back of his office. Told her he had something for her. She looked back and saw a beautiful pair of nude pumps. She tried them on and they fit perfectly. He smiled at the delight she took in her new possession.
She asked him if he wanted to have some fun.
Of course, he said. Sure.
She walked around his desk and looked at him. She noticed the bulge in his dark suit pants.
She took off her new shoes and knelt before him. Her hands rubbed his thighs as he began to smile and admire her with his dark eyes.
He felt himself growing harder and he unbuckled his belt. Her fingers worked his button open and moved his zipper down.
He reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down a bit ... her hand reaching in and grabbing his now throbbing cock.
He watched as her tongue flicked the glistening head of his hard member.
He stood up to allow her to have access to the full length of him.
As she worked her lips and mouth down on his cock, his silver tie tickled her nose... she looked up at him and smiled, the head of his cock still in her mouth.
He pushed the tie over his shoulder.
She stroked his shaft with her hand.
His hand in her curly hair, down to her shoulder.... rubbing her breast over the dress... then beneath it, the warm, soft flesh sending him deeper into pleasure...
As his fingers teased her nipples, she moaned lightly -- his balls cupped in her hand, his cock under her mouth's masterful control.
He wanted more, but didn't want to push it. This felt amazing. And it wasn't even 10 AM yet.
She looked up at him and told him he had a great cock.
Then went back to work sucking and stroking it.
He was losing control, but held back for a minute.
His hands both on her head now, he was controlling her mouth. Pushing her down, letting her pull back. Fucking her mouth with intensity. Begging for release.
He felt it coming and pulled back just a bit. She felt the tension of his cock, felt it pulsing... and then a strong shot of hot cream against her throat. Another thrust. And then a thickness filling her mouth. Salty, warm, coating and falling down.
She swallowed it all and help him there, in her mouth. Then licked up the remaining semen from his cock.
She smiled and got up. Put on her shoes and sat in the chair across from him. He put his semi-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. Zipped, buttoned, buckled.
He told her this would work nicely. She agreed. She put on her new shoes and walked out the door.
