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For your amusement --tell me what you think.
Just a little scene, that reveals character aspects
of erotic experience.

I'm not a pervert --just a bored filmmaker.


"The order to have me promoted he gave with his eyes." She said it in an intimate, husky whisper --her intoxication just noticeable in her tone and candor. Her eyes followed him across the room.

"Why can't you talk like that?" The absentminded cruelty of it bit at his ego --but he couldn't stop staring at her, at every nuance of her face, so close up. As if a gift from God, the crowd pressed him against her and he smelled her sweat. Her dress was soaked with it. And it soaked his arm. He could not help but admire her mouth perhaps a little too closely. He stole the quickest glance at her breasts which were crowned with awakened tips.

Her lips were just barely moving, working some inner thought she was having as her stare did not waver from the man across the room. When her little pink tongue jutted out unconsciously to relieve the dryness of her lips, followed by a deep and hungry swallow --he felt like he might faint.

It was like being in the presence of an animal. Her sexuality so intense at that moment, that the urgent intimacy of it seemed to envelop him --like he was the beneficiary of some sudden luck. He followed her eyes and caught a glimpse of her boss --or whatever he was becoming to her --as he calmly walked up the carpeted stairs. When he turned back she was gone.

For a long time he barely notice anyone --in his stunned state --after witnessing her sexual emotions so close. He wandered from painting to painting in the large and comfortable home. At some point he found himself in a secluded upstairs area, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of human pleasure. Directly in his line of sight the two of them were in a niche. She was kneeling, her head twisting and turning in long lengthy strokes. He could make out their quiet grunts as she gave and he received --or was it the other way around. He could see the glistening of the mans erection as it disappeared again, deeply into her mouth and down her throat.

The intensity of it began to increase. She let out a deep and pleasurable groan, the kind heard when a woman takes a bite of exquisite chocolate cake. The man began to groan to match her oral rhythm which now included forcing her throat onto him impossibly deep. Her mouth was wide open with teeth bared and eyes tight shut. Her moans ceased for the longest time, just the sound of flesh and saliva impacting in the far back of her mouth, and which point, and without removing her lips from his glistening shaft, she let out a long satisfied groan.

He knew from the way her fingers suddenly straightened against his hips that she had brought him to orgasm. Her obvious joy that this man was cuming with hard bursts in her mouth triggered something unexpected in him. It was his own sudden ejaculation. He realized that his cock had stiffened in his pants all the while. It was now throbbing and a wetness was growing in his pants.

It was like a dream. The fact that this woman he was infatuated with, was in willing sexual submission to another man was hard to take, but to see her kneeling and eagerly taking the mans ejaculation into her mouth was almost more than he could bear!

Unwanted and but not entirely welcome his own orgasm continued to surge into his cotton briefs. Of it's own accord his cock let out long thick squirts until the gooey mess engulfed his dick.

The other mans orgasm was winding down, yet her lips remained firmly on his erection. He could see her throat working in long hard swallows, and he knew that not a single drop of the other mans cum was going to escape her mouth.

He backed up quietly and carefully. As he withdrew he noticed her chest heaving with the exertion of the act. Her mouth let go of his cock, then her throat muscles worked a hard swallow. Then lips back on for any remaining cum. This after-cum clean-up process still repeating --was the last thing he saw as he moved back around a corner to look for a restroom, praying there was not too large a wet spot in his tux.

He had a feeling that he might not see her in the mailroom in the morning.

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