Hard Morning

He hears his office door close and then the unusual sound of the lock clicking. Still, he doesn't stop working. Focused on the documents before him, he knows they need his attention. He's been working so much, too hard lately.

He needs a break and definitely needs a release.

I say nothing, just quietly walk toward him thinking of the prize.

I kneel down beside his chair and place my hand over his crotch. I feel his nice, heavy cock and balls. He keeps working.

I unzip his pants, reach in, and pull his cock out over his boxers.

It's beautiful, semi-hard, thick, heavy.  A tiny hint of pre-cum at the opening, and I rub it around his head, making the round orb of pleasure glisten.

I stroke the full length of him, up and down, until he is so rock hard he can barely stand it.

He's finally stopped typing and he looks down at me as I look up at him. Our eyes locked and our faces in devilish smiles.

I unzip my own pants, let them drop, and pull my now throbbing cock out, stroking it gently as I place my tongue at the opening of his glorious member.

He always does this to me...the taste of him sending me into a state of hungry desire.

I kiss his shaft down to his ample balls, and then kiss and suck and lick his salty, smooth sack. My tongue traces a circle around each ball and then a line all the way up to his head.

I cup his balls as my mouth forms a suction against his hot flesh and I'm rocking up and down on him. His hand is on my head, guiding my pace.

I feel his body stiffen and I move my mouth to his head, circling carefully. The first thrust, a burst, thick, hot semen on my tongue, down my throat. My own cock so hard and so ready.

I stand and smile at him, then kiss his waiting mouth as I stroke my cock, our tongues dancing with hunger as his own cock is now semi-hard and still beautiful. His mouth on mine, seeing his cock, his salty taste on my lips, I can't hold back, and I cum in thick, hot spurts on the floor.

One more kiss, I zip up and I leave him there, my cum next to his chair, his pants down and his cock still out.

After the Exam

He told her he'd have a surprise for her after her final final exam.

The day was cold, bone-chilling. A brisk wind dampened any heat from the mid-morning sun.

She texted him she was done.

He told her she'd see his Lincoln Navigator in the parking lot and to open the back door.

She wore boots, black leggings, and a bright blue hoodie. She was bundled for the weather but still quite cold.

She opened the door of his car -- sitting in the parking lot on campus, students streaming out of buildings on the last day of exams.

He was sitting in the seat, a t-shirt and no pants on.

His cock was rock hard and huge, and he was stroking it gently.

He never stopped as he said: "How was your test?"

All she wanted was that big cock. She closed the door and her mouth was on him.

He kept his hand on the base of his cock as he fed it to her.

She could feel the wetness rising inside her and knew she wanted him.

She told him to lay down and he complied.

Seeing that glistening cock, fresh with the shine of her saliva drove her wild.

She eased her leggings down, revealing she wore no panties, even on a cold day like this.

He always instructed her not to wear panties, to be accessible. And she always complied.

His head was against the door handle as she eased that raging cock inside her tight, very wet pussy.

She forgot all about the questions she'd missed, the frustration as he opened her wide with his thick, heavy cock.

She could feel him pulsing inside her, feel him holding back.

His thumb rubbed her clit as she rode him slowly at first, then urgently.

Her thighs squeezed tight against his and pushed his cock deeper inside as she begin grinding on him.

He was deep inside, hungry, but let her set the pace.

As he rubbed her clit in rhythm to their fucking, she began to climax.

The sound of her deep, hungry moans sent him over the edge and he began shooting loads of hot cum deep inside her.

She came on top of him, collapsed, and embraced him in a ball of warmth, her leggings at her ankles, her body wrapped up tight.

He kissed her and told her it was all over...the semester, anyway. And that he had a surprise for her at home.

She realized he'd brought no pants.

He climbed into the front seat and drove her home, his cock exposed and getting hard again as she rubbed his thigh.

Still My Favorite

She kissed him and told him he was still her favorite.

He smiled.

He was on top of and still inside her. Semi-hard, body on fire.

This .. this was lovemaking. Slow, gentle, passionate.

She'd guided him inside her. Their embrace was complete. He held her and looked into her eyes and they kissed.

He moved slowly in and out... wanting to be as close to her as possible, to absorb all of her.

She never wanted it to end. Wanted him to hold her like this, together, all night.

She kissed him with a hunger she hadn't felt in quite some time.

There was no urgency ... They became lovers in that moment.

For him, this was new and wild and wonderful.

Just the night before they'd playfully kissed and teased and touched all over for more than four hours. One or the other would fall asleep, then be awakened with a kiss or a touch or a moan. They'd embrace, kiss, and take off on fire.

And tonight, for the first time, he was inside her.

His hands on her back, holding her to him. Pulling her closer as he neared climax. Looking directly into her eyes ... kissing her as he came deep insider her.

Smiling...almost crying as she told him "you're still my favorite."