2 comments/ 36426 views/ 10 favorites Office Heat By: somuchmore305 It was basketball season and the Heat were in town. Her boss had season tickets to the Heat at American Airlines Arena and when he was taking clients to a game, he usually took a date the night always included sex. Tonight it was his associate who would accompany him. A curvy Cuban-American, in her late 30's, she was dressed like many female attorneys in Miami, wearing a suit with short slit skirt, heels, no hose, and silk blouse. Her bra and panties were black and sheer. Her dark brown hair was in a bun and she wore a small amount of makeup, mostly eyeliner and lipstick. Her olive skin, dark hair and dark brown eyes, coupled with her curvy figure and tight suit made for a very fuckable attorney. Of course, her boss knew it well. It was late in the afternoon when he called her into his office to invite her to the game. She didn't care much for basketball but she enjoyed the company. She said yes to his invitation. They would go after work. The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully. One by one, people left the office. Before she realized it, everyone else was but her boss was gone. She walked down the hallway towards his office and saw him at the desk. He motioned her in and, with hand motions, told her to lock and close his office door. With a sly smile on her face she complied. She walked over to his desk, slipping out of her office pumps. He swiveled his chair towards her and unfastened the tab of his pants and then unzipped them. His cock stirred as she dropped to her knees, with a look in her eyes that told him how hungry she was for his cock. He fished it out of his boxers before kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants to his ankles. Kneeling before him, she pulled them off of his feet so that she could nestle between his legs. She knew where this was going and how it would end. She needed no encouragement. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, showing off her shear bra and full, natural breasts. Staring at his cock, she licked the shaft up and down before sucking on his balls. She looked up at him to see how was responding. His closed eyes and the soft caresses from his right hand against the side of her head told her that he was pleased. She leaned in and engulfed his thick cock with her mouth. Before she could work his cock, she needed to coat the shaft completely with saliva and pre-cum. With sloppy wet kisses, she covered his shaft completely and then she went to town. His cock was close to erupting when the phone rang. As he often did with her and other woman he took the call even though he was being sucked off. He didn't care. From the conversation, she could tell that it was a family member, perhaps his father. She didn't stop sucking him. She never stopped sucking him when he took a call flagrante delicto. She didn't even stop when someone knocked at the door. Placing his hand over the receiver he called out to the person on the other side of his office door, another partner of the firm, that he was on the phone with a client and would be for a while. All the while, she continued to suck and got wetter doing so. Her boss remained on the line for awhile. Long enough, in fact, that he was semi-hard. She tried everything she could to make him cum and lose control while on the phone. She cradled his balls and gently tickled the frenulum. Nothing would make him cum. She knew he wasn't nervous and would probably brag to his father later about getting sucked off while on the phone. After a while he completed the conversation and hung up. Without saying a word, he removed his boxers and dropped to the floor. At his side, she finally had his attention. Her saliva and his pre-cum covered her face as she began her ministrations in earnest on his cock. Working the shaft with both hands, gently moving the skin up and down as she sucked and licked the tip of the cock she knew she had him. His hips began thrusting and his cock swelled in size. She knew what came next. The shaft twitched violently with gobs of his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat. Without slowing tempo, she continued to stroke the shaft as she drank all of his cum down her throat. Looking up at him, cock in her mouth, she could tell he was pleased. She reached over to his credenza and grabbed tissues to wipe off her hands, face and chest. When she was done she put her blouse back on and excused herself to freshen up before the game. He remained on the floor a while longer, thinking about the game and what might happen afterwards. Office Heat Ch. 01 The business floor was in darkness, except for two partitioned offices at opposite ends. At his desk in his own partition, Greg leaned back in his chair as his monitor finally showed the upgrade was complete. He hadn't needed his light on, the screen providing all the illumination he needed. At last, he could relax and go home, so he begun shut down. As he put his jacket on, there was a soft ping from the computer. As system admin, he had to monitor all emails. This one had automatically been cc-ed to him as spam. The shutdown went on hold, requesting authorisation before continuing. Greg clicked on the legend 'h.q@officeone. com' and scanned the contents. His eyes widened as he took them in. The spam filter had noted several 'adult' words and potential 'porn', but it wasn't a general email that got through the firewall... it was direct and personal from a lover to 'h.q'. That was Helen. Policy was not to allow personal emails, especially this intimate, but as it seemed to be the first he'd just issue a verbal warning. He scribbed 'PLEASE SEE ME ASAP' on some memo paper, switched the monitor off, picked up his case and left his partition. Helen's office was at the far end, and as Greg neared it he could see the light was on. She was a diligent girl, always willing to work late to clear stuff. His watch said 9.30pm, and it was dark outside. If her lover was missing her because she was doing the necessaries here, then his warning could be more lenient, provided it didn't happen again. He smiled as he recalled the contents. It left little to the imagination, and Helen seemed so reserved. Not shy but private. Still, they say the quiet ones have the most secrets... Just outside her office, still out of sight, he heard a buzzing sound. He looked round, wondering if a fax machine was whirring away but it came from Helen's partition. Maybe it was hers. He levelled with the first window and peered in, expecting to see her, eyes glued to monitor or head down writing away. His eyes widened for the second time that evening. She had her head tilted back, eyes closed and hair down. Reclined in her big office chair, one stockinged foot up on the seat by her parted thighs. Greg could see they were stockings, sheer and black as the night outside, as her skirt was hitched up, almost to her... He swallowed, because he could see that too, her skimpy lacy undies pulled to one side as she eased a slender tube into the pink glistening wetness of herself. It was this that buzzed. A vibrator. She let out a low moan as she moved it around, teasing her clit and labia with it. Helen swung her chair round a bit and looked at her monitor again. Unseen still, Greg couldn't be sure but she was probably reading the email. He tried to recall the quickly glimpsed details, and was reasonably sure what had seemed like suggestions of intimacy when together were being played out, solo. She unbuttoned her purple blouse a bit, and slipped a slender hand inside, caressing a nipple. Then she lay her head back on the chair rest and continued guiding the vibrator in and around. More low moaning, the whispered suggestion of a name... Greg wasn't sure what to do. He felt he should leave her to it but he was aware he was growing hard at the sight. Sure he'd seen pics and vids of girls masturbating in mags and online, but here was someone he knew and, if he were honest, thought very fanciable. Fuckable, in fact. Someone who, if inclined, he could reach out and touch. His boxers became unbearably tight from his increased size, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. A floorboard creaked under him. Greg stepped back from the window instinctively, still cloaked enough in darkness for Helen not to see him as she heard it too. Suddenly sitting upright, her foot slipped from the seat as one slender hand tugged the skirt hem back down to her knees, while the other dropped the now-silent vibrator in a desk drawer so quickly, it seemed like a conjuror's vanishing trick. Now you see it... Now was the right time. Greg counted to three and held the note, as if reading it, and pretended he was in mid-stride as he walked past the window and into the office. Helen was adjusting her hair, slightly breathless. Only a blush to her cheeks betrayed any previous illicit activity. "Ah, Helen... " His voice seemed unnaturally croaky as it broke the silence, "Still here I see." He hoped he wasn't blushing as much as she. He dropped the note on her desk, aware of the vague scent of arousal women had from her. "Server picked up a personal email with... um... some risque content. You know the policy. Please don't let it happen again." Helen smiled meekly, "Sorry, Greg. It was my boyfriend. He's away at the moment, and it was a... " She paused, searching for a correct if metaphorical explanation. "a... rather pressing matter. I'll tell him not to in future. He can text me." Pressing matter, Greg thought. He had visions of Helen pushing the vibrator in herself, the low sensual moans... Yes, 'pressing' was one way of putting it. He knew what he'd like to press into her too. Damn. He realised that, if he'd wanted, he could have let the matter drop. By warning Helen he had now stopped a way of finding out what excited her. He had the original one, just sent, sure. But he could have found out more. In his boxers, his cock twitched painfully. There was a sudden low, muffled buzz from the desk. Helen started with an equally muffled cry of embarrassment. Eyed the drawer desperately. Oh dear, Greg thought. "What was that?" he asked, knowing full well what it was. "What was what?" Helen tried to look innocent. Badly. Zzzzzzzz. 'That buzzing sound?" Helen suddenly seemed inspired. Greg could almost see the imaginary light bulb flicking on above her dark reddish hair. "Oh! Oh yes! It's my mobile. On silent and vibrate. Must have left it on. Could be the boyfriend!" She beamed with relief. Zzzzzzzz. An awkward silence. Except for the muffled buzz. "Aren't you going to answer it?" Greg asked. Helen's smiling face broke into several odd, indescribable expressions, one after the other. "Could be... another pressing matter?" Greg slightly enjoyed her awkwardness. Zzzzzzzz. "Answer it?" She finally replied, the colour of beetroot. "Um... yes. Yes! Of course. Answer it... " Greg pointed at the direction of the buzzing. "That drawer, I think?" Helen slowly, rather than eagerly, opened the drawer, letting the buzz out with loud clarity. She reached in with both hands and, although Greg couldn't see directly, seemed to make a slight twisting motion. The buzzing died. A pause. "Must have missed it." She sounded relieved instead of annoyed. Anyone else would be puzzled but Greg knew the reason. His cock was throbbingly hard now. The thought of her playing... pleasuring... More moments of awkward silence. "Was there anything else?" Helen finally asked. It was obvious she wanted rid of him. How close she had been to having an orgasm? Greg considered. If at all. He could do much better... Fuck it, Greg thought. Now or never... "Do you use a vibrator?" he asked, surprising himself with his candour. Helen went the colour of snow. Oh fuck, she thought. He saw. And heard. All too obviously. Greg wondered if she went white all over, the paleness of her soft thighs contrasting with the black of her stockings. Her lacy panties. He would love to find out. "I... I think... " Helen stammered, defensively, "...t-that's a bit... personal, don't you?" Greg nodded. "It's in your drawer, Helen." There was no point in lying further. She opened the drawer and slowly pulled it out. It still glistened from her wetness. Greg caught some of her natural scent from it. It drove him wild. Helen lowered her head. "Are you going to report me?" Greg didn't like the idea of illicitly taking advantage. He could say, "Well, I could... but if you let me go down on you, or give me a blow job, or have sex with me, I'll overlook it this time." It was, even if crudely unsubtle, what he'd like. He bit his lip, undecided. Helen was suddenly in front of him, looking smaller and vulnerable. She was in stockinged feet, so a few inches shorter than he usually knew her. Her heels would normally bring her up, eye-to-eye. Eyes which now began to well up with tears. Greg laid a hand on her shoulder. "You must miss you boyfriend an awful lot to... " He struggled for the right words, "... well, you know?" She nodded, looking down. He tried to think of something casual, friendly and reassuring to say. "What's he like?" he eventually decided. Helen got a photo out of her handbag and held it up to him. He could almost be looking in a mirror. The same short black hair style framing a very similar face. He blushed a bit and, comparing him to the photo, Helen did too. "You're very alike." she remarked. And giggled. Greg couldn't help laughing either. She hugged him. Then froze. He could feel her tum against his very obvious erection. She couldn't help but notice either, and stepped back a bit, blushing again. More awkward silence. Breathless pants from both. Greg knew he wanted her. And Helen, missing her boyfriend and interrupted from playing, was in need. And here was a willing, almost double. It had been some weeks... They suddenly, needily, embraced in a kiss. Helen on tip-toe imagining he was her boyfriend, Greg thinking of her, suddenly accessible and wanting him. It was an instant, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for both. Their hands searched and explored each other, tearing at restricting covering clothes. He pushed her back, to sit on the edge of her desk. The skirt hitched up naturally as her thighs were parted under the strong grip of his hands. He kneeled before her and teased the stretchy lace of her panties to one side, revealing her warm wetness, swollen with arousal. She rested a foot on his shoulder and ran her fingers gently through his hair, as he leaned in, taking in her sweet scent, and let his tongue pleasure her. Helen let out another low moan, squeezing on it. He was heavenly. With one hand, he gripped her thigh just above the top of her stocking, and let his other fingers dig deep inside while his tongue flicked over her clit. Helen's fingers clawed at his scalp in blissful ecstasy, the moans becoming cries of loud unashamed pleasure. She ground her thighs into his face in near desperate, self-aware horniness. Greg was taken aback by her sheer lust. But that didn't stop him. Months of pent-up desire for Helen were being unleashed in moments. And Helen, her own needs bottled up for weeks by her absent boyfriend, let her libido fly. Greg's tongue was amazing, hot, rough and wild. She felt it flick and lick all over, inside. She brought her other foot up onto Greg, and squeezed his head between her thighs. Pinned, Greg could only swirl his tongue even more, and delve and wiggle his fingers. Helen gasped, panting. He could feel her inner strength gripping them, rippling over them, and then they exploded into life... Helen's nails dug into his head as she threw her head back and almost screamed her orgasm. Greg's fingers kept wiggling, his tongue flipping her clit round. Helen followed with short panting cries, as tidal waves of feeling from her tingling twat consumed her. All that need, squeezed into a moment of awesome release. Under her, Greg got the receiving end, as she twitched and quivered over his fingers. His tongue was suddenly covered in dripping sweet wetness. And then it was over. Helen flopped over him, exhausted. Stroking his savaged scalp again. She let her feet slip from his shoulders, releasing him from her torrid trap. She sat up and looked down at him with grateful if guilty eyes. Greg looked up, her wetness still on his lips. He had satisfied her need. Would she satisfy his? To be continued... Office Heat Ch. 02 Helen cupped Greg's face in her hands and slowly let him rise. She was still dizzily delirious from her orgasm, still in need, still perched on the edge of her desk. Being tongued was one thing but having felt how hard, how huge, he was, she also wanted his cock. And Greg wanted her too. He unbuttoned her blouse and let her shrug out of it, revealing the blossom of her full breasts under a sheer cami. Arousal made her nips stand out under the thin transparent fabric. Gently, he let the thin straps fall from her shoulders, the rest following down her body. Helen blushed... no, glowed... at the attention, and pulled him between her thighs so he could kiss her. As their lips met, she felt his large warm hands cup her breasts, his fingers caressing her pert sensitive nips. His touch was electric, delicate for such strength. Even so, her eyes rolled upwards in sensual rapture. Helen leaned back on the desk, and let Greg's mouth drop from hers to fall to her cleavage. His hands cupped their swell, supporting them like a bra, and his lips moved from one nip to the other, sucking on them, running his hot tongue round them, and giving them little playful nibbles. Each move brought louder and more excited squeals. Sitting up, Helen ran her hands down the front of Greg's trousers. His hardness felt amazing. She tugged at his belt and unzipped him. As they fell she could already see he had made a wet patch in his boxers. Still sitting on the desk she leant forward and sucked the tip through the damp cotton. Greg gripped her head, gasping at the heat of her lips on him. Then she stretched the waistband out and took the whole swollen head in her mouth as it poked out to say hello. Greg nearly choked on his gasp of delight. Helen teased the boxers down Greg's hips, letting them fall past his knees. He stepped out of them and the trousers, kicked his shoes away and slipped his socks off. Then he reached round and undid Helen's skirt, letting it slip down her legs to puddle at her feet as she stood up. She stood there, in just stockings and panties, looking up at him. She looked into his eyes expectantly, wondering what he had in mind. Wordlessly he turned her, bent her over her desk. Helen loved dogging but hadn't expected Greg to do it. She felt his hands tugging her panties down round her thighs, and his strong hands grip her bum. Then the searing heat of his cock against her clit as he guided himself up and into her. His taut veiny size and heat were tempered by the wetness of her first orgasm, a soothing balm to his rough and wild penetration. "I want you, Helen." Greg told her, "I've always wanted you." Then he reached over her, held her wrists and gently pulled them behind her back to pin them there. Then she felt his feet between hers, slowly moving them apart so her legs splayed until her tum was flat on the desk. At first Greg was gentle, sensual. Helen could feel every vein, every pore of his burning tight skin inside as it slowly stretched her, aroused her more, pleasured her intimately. While her thoughts were on her boyfriend, she realised Greg was much bigger than him, reaching and stimulating where he never had. Her twat quivered, snuggling round him in a close erotic hug, fitting more perfectly than any other man had before. It was like he filled and caressed not only there, but all of her - each and every nerve... even her soul. She didn't feel like it was a one-off liaison, a snatched needy fuck. Greg was really making love to her. She found herself really wanting him too. Intimately. He was driving her wild with more need, like a drug. Each thrust was a fix that made her craving increasingly desperate. In bare minutes, she had gone from 'I can handle this... " to addict for his raw masculine style. "I've always wanted you." Echoed in her mind as she lost herself in his faster and deeper pounding. "I've always wanted you." His words over and over as her whole body quivered and rippled as he held her, penetrated her, fucked her. "I've always wanted you." She felt like she had always wanted, would always want him now. Oh my god, oh my fucking god, ohmisweetfuckingod, her body, her soul, gave its own mantra as she felt her self control slip away, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmyyyyy... Greg's cock could hold on no more. With a cry of complete loss, he emptied himself into her with a wildness and abandon he had never ever felt. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Helen's cry was one of an angel returning to heaven. A song of elation to her new god. A rhapsody of complete satisfaction, to the beat of his cumming so hotly liquid and deep inside her. Her twat squeezed his cock in a sweet tight cuddle, and massaged it, milked it. Every last hot drop of clinging cum, splashing into her like a tidal wave. For long eternal moments, their bodies rocked as one to a primeval naked rhythm. Greg pulled Helen's hands to each side, slowly pushing them forward either side of her, scattering papers, until he lay heavily on her back, still inside and twitching, throbbing, from the untamed climax. As their scattered senses returned, Helen felt him nuzzling her neck, kissing her ear. She twisted her glowing face to his and their lips met, tongues swirling. She felt like she had never been fucked before, that it was Greg who had taken her virginity, so intense and new was her orgasm. And Greg felt like he had never truly known a woman, until her. To be continued...? Office Help My first job interview in months. The stress over the last few weeks has been totuous. So, when i saw the ad for help in an office block, it seemed perfect for me. As I entered the building I was becoming worked up with tension, I called at the reception and the man there told me to go straight up to the top floor. As I entered the lift, I failed to notice that three men had just followed me into the elevator, all going to the same floor as me. And after about five floors, I felt a hand on my curved ass, feeling my cheeks and even trying to find my hole. I didn’t want to wreck my oppurtunities, so I just moved slightly, to get out of the way. However, the hand remained firmly on my backside and the finger eventually wormed its way into me. It felt so surreal, so bizarre, yet so fulfilling; I could feel the sensation gripping my whole body. Oh it felt so good! Suddenly, the elevator came to a halt. All three men went out, “She had a nice ass. I can’t wait for her!” The conversation failed to register and mad little sense, but the emptiness after being probed in such a way, soon gave way to the sudden realisation that I was late for my appointment. I finally reached Mr. Gore’s office. “Enter!” he seemed rather annoyed and irritated, but a smile lighted his face, when I entered “Sorry about my being late, I was just ........” he stopped me with a raise of his hand. “You might as well sit, while I detail the job on offer.You’re an attractive woman; lovely short brown hair, beautifully tanned legs and a shapely figure. And this firm wishes to take advantage of this. So could I please have your assurance that our conversation will go no further than this?” “Of couse, whatever you want” I really needed this job. “OK! The first question I’ve got to ask you is whether you would like to have sex during office hours.” “Excuse me, are you being serious?” this couldn’t be right, what was I getting myself into? “ Yes, I never joke about. I’ll tell you about the full job later, if you really want it. Just come through into this back room. I will leave you for five minutes and you’ve got a major decision to make. You can leave now and remain unemployed or...you can get a hundred grand a week, by having sex for the firm.” Oh my God, is this real? “ If you decide to join, I want you to slip your panties off and leave them on my desk. And you can sit on that chair, with legs spread wide for me to see. Or, you could leave. Is that OK?” I was dumbfounded. I nodded and entered the room. Is this a dream? It cannot be real. Nevertheless, I found myself in this backroom alone, with this choice. It took a while, but there would only ever be one outcome. So, I slipped my white knickers down and sat on the chair with my legs spread. After waiting for a few minutes, my new boss came back into the room. H e appeared to be pleased, and a smile came upon his face. I could feel his eyes on my pussy, it was stragely making me feel horny and dirty. “ Welcome to our company, we like to offer the finest service to our customers and our workers. And you have just become one of the perks of the company.” He began to stroke my pussy and he slowly slipped in a finger. “Each and everyone of your holes is now open. While you are on these premises, people can do as they please with your body,” I felt another finger go in. “ No is not part of your vocabulary, or you may be sacked. Some nights you may have to join parties and be the entertainment for us and our clients.” A third finger. I don’t think I could take another. “ We may also send you on business trips and you will have to be there for people’s every need. You no loger are an independant. You have just become ours. Our slave. Our toy. Our pleasure. And you will love it!” He now tried to fit another finger up, but it simply wouldn’t fit up. “ And this will become more hospitable soon enough. I’ll be able to fit my fist up there soon. Is all of this fine?” “Yeah Yeah, it’s great. Don’t stop, please keep your fingers there.” But it was too late, he had already pulled out of me. He began to speak again, “ You’re first job is in the restroom. For today you will remain in there for your introductory training. Remember what I have told you.” In a daze, I was lead to the restroom. I didn’t know where I was, I was just eager to find out what would happen. There was a sign on the wall which read, “ Slave room. All holes open.” I now knew what would happen. I entered slowly and he ordered me to strip. He took away my bra, and I felt his hand reach up behind to my ass. I felt some kind of metal. “While noone is with you in here, I want this buttplug to be up in here. OK?” It felt so good inside me, I wouldn’t want to take it out. He turned to leave and called out, “ Report to my office again after the tenth person has finished with you. I need to talk and see you. There’ll be no need for you to put your clothes back on after. There are only men here, and they won’t mind seeing your body or even doing more than just looking. Clothes are now useless for you.” I knew he’d have a smile on his face. I should have resented him, but I was too hungry for some pleasure. I couldn’t wait to start my job. Office Help This is my first published story so comments are appreciated. Parts of this story are true. ***** I'm a 33 year old married office manager. I never thought I'd cheat on my wife but I just couldn't resist "Her". In the office I manage it's myself, one other fulltime employee and a handful of part time employees. The "Her" I speak of is one of those part time employees and her name is, well let's just call her Kristina. Kristina is a 21 year old hottie with a smoking body. She came to work for me about 5 years ago and there has always been some sexual tension between us which got more intense a couple of years ago when she let it be known that she had the hots for me. We began sexting and exchanging pics whenever I was out of town on business. That turned into each of us trying to tease the other whenever we were in the office together. We exchanged some light petting, without crossing a line both of us were lusting to cross. Kristina married about 3 years ago so with both of us married we were hesitant to make a very big first step. A few weeks ago Kristina was texting me while I was at work which I always really enjoyed even if she did make my cock rock hard for the entire day. She asked if I could bring her, her copy of the schedule which she had left the night before. I let her know that I could bring it by between 1 and 2 when I usually took my lunch. To which she quickly replied, "Great my husband will be at work." I was instantly rock hard thinking about what she could possibly have in mind. The rest of the morning was a blur as I could not get my mind of Kristina and her tight hot body. When 1 o'clock finally came I quickly grabbed her copy of the schedule and made the short drive to her house. She greeted me at the door wearing a sexy full length dress. She knows I have a thing for skirts and dresses. We started chatting about work and life and eventually we both moved to the couch and continued our conversation. Eventually we came to one of those awkward silences that happen when all of a sudden Kristina turns towards me and throws her right leg over my lap straddling me. I'm so stunned at first I don't know what's happening. Kristina starts grinding against my quickly hardening member. I slide my hands up her legs and onto her waist. Kristina is lightly moaning and breathing heavy in my ear. She takes her right hand off my shoulder and slides it down between us and starts unbuttoning my pants. I let her know that I'm unsure about crossing that line, but she just whispers in my ear, "Trust me." She unbuttons and unzips my jeans, reaches into my boxer briefs and grabs my now rock hard 8 inch cock. I know at least one moan left my mouth as her hand wrapped around then pulled my throbbing tool free. Kristina proceeded to slide the large fat mushroom head up and down her very wet slit. Slowly back and forth she coated the head of my throbbing member with her sweet juices. I was frozen, I couldn't move. I couldn't believe what was happening, but yet I didn't want it to stop either. I wanted it to continue and I wanted more. Kristina's breathing was becoming more rapid and I could tell she was getting wetter. All of a sudden she let out a whimper type moan and the head of my penis was coated with her cum. I was so turned on and horny that I couldn't take it anymore. With my hands firmly on Kristina's hips I pulled her down onto my lap driving my member deep inside her. Kristina yelps and moaned from the sudden intrusion. I held her tight against me letting her get used to my size and letting me get used to her very wet, warm and tight love canal. She raised her head off my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. After just a few seconds that felt like minutes she leaned in and kissed me deep. As our tongues danced inside each other's mouths Kristina started to slowly raise and lower herself on my throbbing member. She was so tight I didn't know if I could last long but I knew I was going to last as long as I possibly could. Kristina quickened her pace as I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. I feasted on the site before me. Two tight perky boobs with very hard nipples, I couldn't wait to nibble on. I took one breast and then the other in my mouth as Kristina continued to ride me. I bit on her nipples make them even harder and causing moans to escape Kristina's lips. Her moans got louder when she cried out, "Oh God, I'm cumming so hard." She slowly rode out her orgasm falling on my shoulder when it had subsided. My still hard cock twitched deep inside her. Kristina then slide off my lap and onto her knees on the floor in front of me. She took my hard penis and started stroking it as she looked me in the eyes and said, "God I love your cock." Then slide it past her sexy lips and deep into her mouth. I had dreamt about seeing her sexy lips wrapped around me but the actual view was even better. Kristina continued to bob up and down quicker and quicker till I let her know I was going to cum. She quickly let me slide from her mouth and pressed her tits towards me telling to cum on her tits. I stood up and stroked my steel like rod until I blew a huge load all over her perky tits. Kristina cleaned herself up and I cleaned myself off and pulled up my pants. I pulled Kristina's now naked body against me and kissed her deep. As I left to head back to work for the afternoon we vowed this would have to happen again. I can't wait till next time...