2 comments/ 31743 views/ 6 favorites Reasons to Say Yes By: johnnieblue44 The roses arrived late in the day, just as DiAnne was finishing up her day and preparing to walk the few steps to her home, and embark on her daily hike in the nearby rural hills of Southwestern Ohio. Her job as a financial advisor was demanding at times, and today was especially hectic. Her hikes served as refuge from the world of international finance. They also gave her opportunity to engage in one of her most private pleasures....masturbating in the quiet solitude, so deep within the forest that her muffled moans of self-gratitude echoed without anyone to hear. DiAnne was especially possessed of pent-up sexual energy these days. She had been celibate for awhile now, by choice. Not that there weren't suitors. There were many, always attempting to crack the carnal dam that DiAnne had self-created. But DiAnne, a worldly woman, preferred quality over quantity. Yet even the strongest dam had to break sometime. She had recently changed her profile on a dating site and had been overwhelmed by the response of men. At the age of sixty-three, DiAnne had a face and body that made women a quarter-century her junior shake their heads in envy. And men from twenty-five to seventy-five shake their dicks in admiration. Five-feet-ten of lean, lithe beauty, spiky blonde hair, alluring blue eyes, and looooong legs. Thoroughbred legs. Legs that would wrap around the back and head and ass of any man fortunate enough to capture her vibrant imagination. The object of DiAnne's backwoods covert autoeroticism this afternoon, however, would be a man she had only spoken to on the phone, a man hundreds of miles away. How to overcome the zip code obstacle, she mused, almost not paying attention when the office receptionist gleefully announced the floral delivery. "Ooooh, Di-Annnnnee," Missy called out in a sing-song voice. "You have another admirer." DiAnne and the younger woman smiled at each other in that conspiratorial way when one knows the other either has been, or is about to be, naughty. If only that were true in this instance, DiAnne thought to herself, as she waited for Missy to bid good-night before opening the card that accompanied the dozen white roses. She inhaled the fragrance as her long, red fingernails caressed the envelope. She read the words. "Lunch date tomorrow. Noon. Your office. Thigh-highs and garter is the requested attire. No panties. Await further instructions." She put the roses in a vase on the conference table next to the small couch, and saw her reflection in the mirror next to the ground-floor window, and pulled up her dress to her belly button. "No panties," she smiled to herself. "My normal business accessory item, anyway. Au natural. Always." DiAnne's hike and associated self-stimulation session that sweltering July early evening was especially intense. DiAnne eschewed her normal morning workout the next day. She took extra time pampering and primping herself. She shaved her already neatly-trimmed strip of blonde pubic hair bare. Her puffy labia seemed frozen in swollen arousal. Her own eloquent motto of a perfect date resonated in her brain. She once described it to her long-distance telephonic and electronic lover this way. "All I want to do on a date is fuck. And suck, And be sucked. Anywhere. Everywhere. In a quiet booth in a restaurant. In an alley. In the back seat or on the hood of a car. The purpose of a date is not to watch a movie, or eat dinner, or attend a social event. It's to have things to do in between great sex." DiAnne pondered the possibilities of the day as she smoothed the nude-colored stockings over her shapely calves and thighs. The stockings had a navy blue lace top that connected to a garter of the same color. She kept the panties in the drawer, which of course, was as instructed. She hooked the strapless matching bra over her breasts and admired herself. Sexy, yes. Slutty, maybe. In other words, perfect. She next slipped the the royal blue sleeveless dress over her shoulders, which hugged her torso like a glove, accentuating her tight ass, unencumbered by any material. Last, but certainly not least, were the pair of 4-inch stiletto sandals. DiAnne rarely left for a day of work without adorning a pair of stilettos. They served the purpose of allowing her to tower over most men, as they stretched her height to a few inches north of six feet. He, whoever he was, would like this, she assured herself as she looked in the mirror. He would like this a lot. She arrived at work earlier than usual, yet the next box of roses was already tucked into the vestibule of her office. Unbeknownst to her, he surreptitiously watched her reaction from the coffee shop across the street as she stooped to pick up the unexpected delivery. She had obeyed the instructions, he smiled to himself, as he saw the hint of the lacy stocking tops as she knelt, her legs parting just enough for him to get the confirmation he had hoped for. She was ready and willing. Once safely by her desk, she opened this morning's present. Orchids. This time, they were orchids. A mix of vibrant lavender and magenta-hued. Again, she inhaled the delicious aroma that emitted from the flowers, and anxiously opened the card. "Find reasons to say 'yes'; not excuses to say 'no'. Await further instructions." "I'm going to have to find a reason to give Missy a paid half-day off today," DiAnne thought to herself. "There's no fucking way I'm going to be able to get anything done today, anyway." It was difficult to tell which news Missy was happier to hear when she came into the office. The fact that she had a paid afternoon off, or the excitement she shared with her boss when she saw the orchids. The two of them were giggling like schoolgirls and wondering which one of DiAnne's suitors was the mystery 'instructor' when yet a third package arrived. The square shape of the FedEx box clearly showed that these were not flowers. DiAnne invited Missy to stay so they could be together when Di opened the box. DiAnne nervously opened the wrapping paper. The cool, calm executive, who had pretty much seen and done it all when it came to being romanced, was legitimately aroused. Her perfectly manicured finger trembled slightly as the contents of the box came into view. It was a small pink teddy bear, adorable, with a heart-shaped white-gold ankle bracelet wrapped around its furry paw. DiAnne's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't expecting this. At sixty-three, she was not above getting a gift that would make a schoolgirl croon. Except this mature schoolgirl's nipples now pushed tight against her lacy bra and the moisture from her warm slit started to creep slowly from her inner labia. She again opened the pink envelope that contained the card. "A big package will be delivered at noon. You won't need instructions this time to know what to do. Give Missy a half-day off. And leave the front door open." "Great minds think alike," DiAnne declared to Missy as she showed her receptionist the note, putting the bracelet on her slim ankle. The rest of the morning dragged along interminably until Missy began to leave the office about quarter to twelve. "You do know you'll have to tell me all about this tomorrow, don't you?" It wasn't so much a question from Missy as it was a statement that inquiring minds would have to be told. DiAnne hugged her devoted assistant and sat at her desk to wait. Wet. God, she hadn't been this wet in a long time. By twelve twenty-five, DiAnne was on the emotional precipice of both profound disappointment and sincere anger. Was this all a tease? She peered between one of the closed blinds on her window, with her back to the door. She was admiring the small porcelain vase filled with the fresh flowers when she heard the doorknob turn and a man enter. She heard his steps come up slowly behind her until she could feel his hot, warm breath on her neck. She felt his hands, large and strong, slide around her waist and reach up to gently caress her slender hips. She sighed and leaned back against him. As she did she could feel his hardness pressing against her back. She turned to face him. It was him, her long-distance cyber lover, the object of her recent masturbation delights deep in the woods. He was a very handsome man ..she had to admit. Even better in person than in the one photo she had seen of him. Despite being several inches shorter than DiAnne with her heels on, he was muscular beneath his crisp white starched shirt and red necktie. She wondered now why she had twice rebuffed his offer to fly him to his hometown of Philadelphia for a weekend tryst of sexual aerobics. She reasoned that a long-distance affair wasn't quite what she wanted now, despite the attraction she felt when she read his e-mails or heard his voice. She had concocted excuses to say 'no'. That hadn't made him happy, apparently. So he had come to visit. His green eyes twinkled. He reached up and drew his face to hers and kissed her, and waited patiently for DiAnne to nibble on his upper lip, just as she had indicated was her favorite spot to explore initially. Soon their tongues were slowly, intimately dancing back and forth, swirling around...teasing and titillating. DiAnne finally, reluctantly, brought her mouth from his. "Hello, John," she whispered softly. "Hello, DiAnne,' he replied in that deep sexy voice. "Zip code problem solved." No words were spoken. None were needed. They kissed passionately for the next ten minutes or so, savoring the taste of each others' mouths, further enhancing the foreplay and sexual tension escalating in the room like the sweltering heat outside. He did not touch her during that time, though, remembering her admonition that she was the one who would grant permission to do so, even though her hands ran liberally over his face, shoulders, and back, pressing her body into his. But a man can only exhibit so much self-control. John took her hand and placed it on his crotch. DiAnne could feel his hardness within, straining to get out. She drew back slightly and whispered softly to him. "Do you want me to take it out?" "Not yet," he answered. "I just want you to know how excited you get me." "I can feel it," DiAnne replied...then fondling his straining cock she continued. "And judging from this, you must really like me. A lot." She smiled at John. John nodded in agreement. His heart was already starting to thump wildly at the prospect of having this lovely woman touch his cock. And beyond. Staring into his eyes, DiAnne reached down and traced her fingers down the length of his straining zipper. She could feel the heat emanating from the pulsing organ within. She drew her long fingernails across the apex of the tent, right where she knew the head of John's cock would be lodged in its attempt to break free of the confines of his pants. She drew her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, now obvious in the tent of his trousers. He continued to gaze into her deep blue eyes. "This is a nice office you have here..." he said simply. "Do you suck a lot of cock in it?" The bold question caused DiAnne to involuntarily accelerate the stroking through the fabric. She looked down on him from her vantage point of maybe four inches above him. "Is that what you'd like me to do...suck your cock?" John smiled...that's exactly what he wanted...but few women could do it the way he wanted...for although his was not an overly long cock, measuring just over seven inches, it was also as thick around as DiAnne's wrist...with a head even larger...like a giant mushroom perched on the top of a thick post. John nodded again. "Yes, that's what I'd like you to do...but,not yet... I like what you're doing right now." Mmmmmmm," purred DiAnne, licking her wet lips. John admired her mouth as her tongue traced a slow path along those lips. She had a great mouth, a wide mouth. A perfect cocksucking mouth. His attention was diverted southward as he felt her left hand drift down to join the other. "You mean this..." And again she started a slow stroking motion along the shaft of John's concealed cock. She alternated between using her fingertips and her nails, tracing her way from the thick base to the flared head...scratching his balls through the thin material. John couldn't help but admire her body...her chest heaved up and down in the bodice of her dress, her flushed neck begged to be sucked...he could smell her soft perfume as she leaned forward and her hair brushed against his face. He pictured her soft tongue snaking out to swipe over his cockhead every time he came close to her face. His erection intensified as DiAnne continued to fondle him. DiAnne loved the feel of his hard cock through the fabric of his pants...but now she wanted to feel its hot flesh in her hand... John felt the same and desperately wanted his imprisoned cock freed. John was first to speak..."I'd like to see you naked ..." he said. "Take off your dress..." "Gladly," said DiAnne obediently. "But I'll have to stop doing this while I do it..." She teased...stopping her stroking and stepping back...and then she added..."and I get to see you naked also." "Agreed," smiled John. That's exactly what he had in mind. Di turned away from John. "I'll need some help here..." She said as she motioned to the back of her dress..."Unzip me please.." John quickly complied and slowly slid the zipper down DiAnne's fabulous back. The soft satiny straps of her bra came into view as did the top of her garter. John's cock became even harder as more and more of her luscious body came into view. John moaned with delight. Her lingerie was perfect...she couldn't have dressed herself any sexier...and in a minute she'd be inviting his big cock down her throat. His lust for her intensified as he watched her drop the dress to the floor. DiAnne let the entire dress drop slowly to the floor, letting John take in a good view of her back side...she knew it was her second best asset. (Her legs were a definite number one.) She bent down to pick up the dress, and in doing so, the thin folds of her labia parted slightly, permitting John a view of her already saturated and unobstructed pussy. She stood up, placed the dress on a chair and looking over her shoulder, asked John seductively, "Like what you see?" "You are amazing," he answered, his eyes scanning her body..."I saw you earlier this morning when you picked up the orchids in the doorway......yes, I was watching you.....and I felt my cock already start to twitch just by looking at you. You are strikingly beautiful and sexy...classy yet slutty..." He stopped and smirked at her with a little boy who was about to steal some treats. "And soon to be hungrily sucking on the cock of a strange man in your office, a man you never before met..." Still facing away from John, still somewhat reluctant to relinquish mind control despite practically panting to make oral love to that monster beneath the trousers, she asked, "What makes you think I'll suck your cock?" "Ah," answered John. "Remember the instructions. Find reasons to say 'yes', not excuses to say 'no'. Remember?" He smiled that little boy grin. Dianne smiled back and motioned him to disrobe. "Now you... you came all this way. Show me that cock, John." John slipped his zipper down and undid his belt. DiAnne could hear nothing but the sound of John's deep heavy breathing, almost a panting now...and the rustling of his clothes. She watched wide-eyed as he lowered his pants...and gasped as the huge mushroom-like head of his cock, already sticking out the leg of his boxer shorts, came into view. "My God.....it's huge," she murmured, truly impressed, mesmerized by the visibly pulsing corona of the purple head. John pulled down his boxers and immediately the thick shaft sprang into full view. Dianne's heartbeat increased just at the sight of it bobbing slowly, beckoning her to come closer...drawing her soft red lips to the shining knob. DiAnne had sucked many a nice cock in her day, and before doing so, most men had a less than attractive habit of falsely advertising their girth. No such truth-in-advertising violations existed here. This cock was truly one for the ages. And DiAnne liked big cocks. Any woman who claimed size didn't matter should see this beer can of a cock, she mused. As she turned to fully face John, she noticed his eyes grow wider as the full vision of her lingerie clad body came into the light. She was sure his cock had grown another inch in length and circumference as his eyes continued to rove over her body. Locking eyes with him, she stepped forward, bent down... and gently took one of his heavy balls in the palm of her hand. John could feel the soft feathery touch of her palm as well as the eager stroking of her long fingers as she moved her hand back from his balls and teased along the perineum, right under his sac. He thought she was going to stick her finger in his ass......but she didn't. DiAnne smiled. "Feel good?" she asked...knowingly. John nodded. "Bet this feels even better," she added as she placed her other hand firmly around the shaft of his cock. The pale skin of her palm contrasted with the flaming reddish-purple of John's pulsing cock. She squeezed gently, then harder and harder...so hard that the skin of his cock adjacent to her tightly clenched fingers turned an ivory white. The head of John's cock began to swell as the surging blood was now trapped by her tight fist. DiAnne fixed eye contact with him again. As she did so, she reached up to the base of his balls and pinched gently...taking one between her thumb and forefinger she rubbed it back and forth. As she did this she tightened her grip on his shaft and began a slow rhythmic stroking back and forth along its length ...still squeezing him as hard as she could. An intense though sensual handjob. Aware of the profound effect she was having on him, DiAnne smiled up at him...and continued to lead him closer and closer to orgasmic bliss. His heart thumped faster and faster. John groaned loudly... "Oh yeah baby..." she encouraged him with her mellifluous tone. "I can tell you like that...don't you? And I haven't even sucked your cock yet....have I...?" She continued to stroke him. He thought he would soon burst. He thought of baseball to try to resist cumming in her hands. (Hey, it sometimes works!) DiAnne continued, now rubbing her cheek along the conundrum of soft penile skin and rock-hard shaft. "You love it when I slide my hands along your thick shaft...don't you...hmmmm, hmmm.." she asked rhetorically. "Oh John... your cock feels so big and hard in my hands...it's huge...and I have big hands...oh, I just love big cocks...and yours is so massive...oh yeah baby...I want to pump you dry baby...mmmmm, yeah...I want to see you cum..." She stroked him faster and harder. "Watch me in the mirror, John...see how fast my hand is sliding along your cock...John...see how the big head pops out from my fist...oh fuck...what a great cock you have...and such big, lovely, fucking balls," she added as an afterthought...squeezing one hard in her hand. She looked down admiringly at his huge equipment and wondered just how much semen they must contain. Like a water tower full of jism. The sight of this sexy mature vixen with one hand curled tightly around his cock and the other palming his balls again almost made him blow his wad right then and there...but somehow he held back. He could not remember a time when he was this excited. He looked down as she continued to pound mercilessly away at his cock. DiAnne then suddenly stood straight up and forward and nibbled along the edge of his ear...slowing her motion, his cock wildly pulsing visibly in anticipation. "Want me to suck it?" she whispered, gently speeding up the motion again, still with her fist clenched around his girth. Within seconds her fist was pounding violently against his balls. Reasons to Say Yes John moaned louder as she continued to work him into a sexual frenzy. DiAnne looked down at John's distended cock. "Oh my,..." she went on. "I think you may be ready to explode. She knelt in front of him now. "What do you think?" she asked, now looking up. John nodded, mindless now of what she said. All he cared...all he wanted..... was for her to make him cum... "I guess we need some lubricant then," DiAnne cooed. And with that she bent forward and with her wet, soft lips just inches from his cock head, she let a big drop of wet spit fall onto the head. She held his cock upright and watched as the torrent of moisture trickled over the rim of his cock head and ran down the shaft. She watched John's face. His mouth gaped as he watched the gorgeous blonde's saliva slowly run down the length of his cock. In a few seconds the first rivulets soaked into her hand and DiAnne drew her hand ever so slowly and tightly up and down the length of his now glistening, slippery cock. The skin of his shaft had now returned to a deep red both from his excitement as well as her manual manipulations. John threw his head back and moaned..."Ahhhhhh, fuuuccckkk," he grunted..."I'm gonna cum, Di......." John's cock started to pulse wildly. Quickly, the experienced woman smiled and pinched her fingers firmly at the very base of his shaft. Within seconds the pulsing subsided and John was left panting, denied of his imminent orgasm. "Not yet," said DiAnne calmly, almost clinically. "We need to play with him a bit longer. It will be so much more powerful. But I control when you cum. So await further instructions." She continued to torture him with her words and talented hands. "Besides, I haven't even sucked your big cock yet. And that's what you really want, really need, isn't it?" John's face was contorted now, which brought DiAnne great delight. "You know how I know that?" Truth was that DiAnne's clit was throbbing to have this glorious dick impale her, but there would be a time for that. So she continued her lecture. "Because every time I say the word 'suck', I can feel your cock start to throb...I think he really wants to be in my mouth...doesn't he?" she asked, feigning naivete... while drawing her fist for the first time over the sensitive rim of his enormous cock head. "Suck," she said again and laughed a sinister laugh. Her fist again rubbed over the distended rim. "Unghhhhhhhhh," grunted John as he felt her soft hand slide over the rubbery head of his organ. Again and again she passed over the head...she twisted her fist every once in a while in a corkscrew motion that intensified the stimulation. "I just love to...suuuuuccccck ...cock," she teased...drawing out the word 'suck' as long as she could. John was now lost in lust. This woman had him teased to the very edge. He had traveled all this way to tease her, and instead, he was caught in her web. His lust was rampant. He desperately wanted her to suck his cock. "Suck me off," he pleaded. "Put my cock in your mouth...please!!". DiAnne stuck out her lower lip as if to ponder the request. "Well, OK...but you have to promise not to cum in my mouth...promise?" DiAnne lied. She was testing John for compliance. She REALLY wanted to swallow his seed. John nodded approval...anything to get her to slide those beautiful lips over his engorged cock head. He had never wanted a woman so badly. DiAnne dropped to both knees, the sexy image of her face inches away from his pulsing cock. She was about to suck off this man she barely knew. She gazed over at her image reflected that office mirror she always used to assure she always looked her best. She admired how sexy and provocative she looked...clad in only a lacy bra, garter, and heels...the picture of slutty innocence...a huge pulsing red monster cock tightly clenched in her fist...on the verge of sticking its huge head into her warm, soft, inviting mouth. She smiled at the pure, nasty decadence of it all. Her tongue flicked out like a carnal lizard's and gently probed the flared slit in the middle of the huge head. "MMMM, I just love how he tastes," referring to the penis in the third person, which was appropriate, because it was big enough to have its OWN zip code. "It's like the appetizer before the main course." She toyed with her tongue in his slit some more...tracing it around the sides, probing, searching...one hand still firmly clasping the base of his steel hard shaft, the other again sliding softly along its length. She gave no mercy...and expected none. She teased him beyond his wildest dreams...until...finally, she pressed her soft moist red lips against the throbbing knob of his cock. John groaned wildly, forcing his hips forward in an attempt to get her to take all of him deep into her oral cavity. She pulled back quickly. "John..." she chided..."please don't try to fuck my face...OK? Then in her best little girl's voice, and placing a finger innocently at the side of her mouth, she teased..."I thought you wanted ME to suck YOU off? We could stop now if you'd like...?" She looked up at him inquisitively. John shook his head wildly..."No, no...please...yes...suck it...please!!!" DiAnne smiled...and started to stroke him again, pulling faster and harder on his tumescent shaft. She lowered her eyes back to his straining cock. She watched the head pop repeatedly from her tight fist as she stroked him towards ecstasy. She lowered her lips once again towards his cock head...she felt the radiant heat rising from him. She placed her pouting red lips tightly over the tip of his cock head and slowly, within the confines of her mouth, swirled her tongue over and over the slick knob. She began to slip more and more of his shaft into her warm, caressing mouth. John moaned in obvious delight at the expert cock sucking he was getting from this gorgeous woman. He strained to open his eyes and watch her image in the mirror. He was mesmerized as he saw how her soft gentle hands massaged and plied his balls and his shaft. But he was absolutely awestruck at the vision of her pretty face impaled on the end of his cock! Her spiky blonde hair swayed back and forth as he watched his cock disappear repeatedly into her lovely mouth...her thin lips distended by the thickness of his steel hard shaft. John's cock felt hard and hot in her mouth...she felt her own cunt dripping with lust as she took his length faster and deeper ...bringing him closer and closer to that moment of release when the first jet of hot spunk would surge from his quivering balls, along the length of his shaft...to explode from his cock slit...spraying her face with sticky, wet cum. Which is what she really wanted. It was her dirty little secret that she loved facials. The wet slurping of her mouth, sucking desperately on his cock reverberated around the office. John continued to gaze at DiAnne in awe. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he sought to prolong this moment of lust as long as he could. But he was losing the battle...the sight of her ... the blue lace of her bra encasing her taut nipples, poking from her breasts...the thin strand of fabric covering her flat stomach...her long nylon-covered legs... 4" pumps...God...she was soooo fucking sexy. He watched as her wet hands continued to stroke the full length of his huge cock. Di plunged her lips repeatedly down the length of his shaft. It slid effortlessly back and forth, the head now pounding again and again against the back of her throat as she took every inch of him into her mouth. Her lips sucked tightly on the head...pulling on the skin and making a popping noise each time they came off him... Her nose pressed against his trimmed, curly pubic hair...her chin, dripping with spit...banged hard against his swaying balls. It was just then he turned the tables. After all, a man can only exhibit so much self-control. He grabbed the back of DiAnne's head and literally picked her up as a caveman would to his conquest. His sudden motion surprised her as much as it nearly made her cum on the spot. John leered at the sensational fellatrix, spit still dribbling down her chin, and he looked into her eyes as he carried her over to her desk, pushed aside all the extraneous paperwork and files on the surface, and placed her on her back, legs askew, pointing toward the ceiling. He kicked a chair next to the desk and sat in it, taking her the heel of one stiletto into his mouth, while curling his fingers up her legs, to her toned, milky white inner thighs. Her vulva was impossibly swollen, the hue a salmon-pink, and dripping with her sweet nectars. He plunged a finger into the waterfall that was her cunt and she put her head back on the desk and groaned a husky, guttural wail. Two thick fingers, then a third, exploring and spelunking her vaginal cave as his tongue slithered up her ankle bracelet, calves, knees, thighs, and then to the slippery "V" of her drenched pussy, filled nearly to the cervix with a digital assault of now four fingers, the like of which DiAnne had never encountered. Her cunt squished noisily with each insertion and withdrawal. It was like one of those contrived wrestling matches where the one opponent completely dominates the other throughout the match, when miraculously, the seemingly defeated combatant pins his competitor against all odds. Not that DiAnne found anything wrong with that, as her first orgasm flooded from her slit, her cries no doubt being heard by the occupants of the adjacent office, if not all the way to City Hall in this sleepy Ohio town. "And I haven't even eaten you yet," he sneered up at her, cognizant that he had just induced her to flood his face. His tongue lapped circles around the skin just on the outer perimeter of her snatch, as if contemplating whether to dive in. At the same time, he was stretching her cunt wide with his urgent finger-fucking, preparing her for the real fucking she was about to receive from his thick rod. He extracted his fingers from her gash and licked the residue of her cum. Delicious. He then inserted them again and brought his mouth directly over her engorged clit, and her second explosion ensued almost instantaneously. This time, he fed her his fingers and DiAnne eagerly sucked on her own emissions. "That's not really fair now, is it?" She propped herself up on one elbow and gazed at him quizzically. "You give me a hand job and blow job for how many minutes? You stop me from cumming, when I let you flow like a river. Twice. Like a true gentleman." She remained silent, her tummy still heaving in small orgasmic after-shocks rumbling through the inner walls of her love tunnel. "So," he rose slowly, positioning himself directly over her. "I think what would even the score is that I have to fuck you hard. And rough." With that, he picked the lean businesswoman off of her once pristine desk, lifted her up in the air, and drooped her steamy cunt directly onto his tree-trunk-like cock. DiAnne squealed and wailed as he thrust vertically into the deepest channels of her pussy, now leaking like a roof in a heavy roof in a rainstorm. Her legs wrapped around his back and ass, his strong arms holding her suspended in mid-air, again and again, until at his whim, he repeatedly dropped her down on his mighty organ. Just as swiftly as he had initiated the surprise attack, he ceased the rough fuck by twirling her like a baton, and putting her back on the desk, face-up, her head hanging over the edge. Instinctively, her mouth opened to receive her prize. His cock started to jerk spasmodically as semen raged deep in his balls, and he straddled her face. Upside down, DiAnne felt his first throes of orgasm as he placed his big, angry dick in her mouth. She felt his balls draw upwards and the head of his cock flare out as it prepared for the first jet of his hot juice. Still she kept sucking him...harder and faster...the closer he came...the more intense was her sucking. Finally he came...jet after jet of cum blasted from his quivering cock. DiAnne pulled back from him just a bit and threw her head back, opened her mouth and pointed his wildly twitching cock head directly at her face. It was all she could do to keep it tightly in her grip. She felt the first blast full across her lips and teeth...she opened her mouth wider...and the second squirted into her mouth, splashing against the roof of her mouth...where it slowly trickled down the back of her throat. John's balls were heaving back and forth in his scrotum as they pumped every ounce of their contents onto her face. His cock raged...now a vivid purple in color...the head throbbed with each spurt. DiAnne's saliva dripped liberally from his cock. Her fist continued to pump him...faster...faster. She was desperate to milk him of every drop of his sweet juice... She swore she could actually hear the squirting of the cum as it shot from the head of his cock. "That's it, John...shoot your hot cum all over my face...oh, yeah...," she shouted . "What a huge fat cock you have John...oh...fuck...yeah, yeah...Cum on my face...oh yeah, baby...shoot more of it down my throat..." She was yelling now and John knew that other offices would hear. Little did he care...as spurt after seemingly endless spurt shot from his huge cock and across her beautiful face. Still she pumped him...not wanting to stop and let him rest. She was amazed at how hard he stayed after he had cum so violently. She looked up at him, her face pasted with his cream. Teasingly, she continued to draw her tight fist over his sensitive cock head... "How was that?" she asked demurely, looking up at him questioningly. "Amazing..." John answered, smiling. "Absolutely amazing...it was well worth the trip." She smiled back at him as she gently released his now deflated cock, still bigger than most she had experienced. Looking down she added..."What a load..." Then looking up again, "Can you give me your office address? I think I need to pay you a visit next..." John took her face in his hands and kissed her deep and hard. He could taste his cum on her lips and in her mouth...he didn't care. He liked it. "After all," DiAnne said, licking the remains of sticky seed from her lips. "I have to find reasons to say 'yes'. Don't I?"