I gave a tiny gasp of disbelief before taking her left foot in my hands, kissing gently at the leather, running my bottom lip down and then up the heel moving up towards her ankle, around the seem and then pausing briefly before gently brushing her ankle with my lips. She moaned her appreciation, so I began slowly to let my kisses run higher towards her calf. I looked up and she was smiling through closed eyes as I reached the inside her knee. I continued with verve, pushing her skirt up and reaching the lace top of the stocking, I lingered there a while kissing and licking gently at her before stopping all together. I breathed gently on her naked thigh, she let out a barely audible gasp. I brushed her flesh ever so gently with my bottom lip and she gasped again, a little louder this time. I ran the tip of my tongue gently along an inch of her thigh and she groaned, placing a hand on my head.
I pushed on, kissing and licking up and up towards her. I could smell her pussy now, so fragrant. My cheek was almost touching her black lace thong, her hand trying to push me closer but I pulled away and turned to the other leg. Starting this time just at the top of her stocking I quickly made my way up, her skirt now pulled right up around her hips. Nearing her panties again, I once more pulled away as she gasped in frustration, urging me upwards. But I resisted her and turned back to the left leg, this time starting half way up her thigh. I pushed in closer than before but avoiding touching her through the thong.
I gripped her knees and pulled her thighs apart, giving long broad strokes with my tongue at the flesh either side of her undergarment. I flicked my tongue quickly up the centre of her thong, feeling the warmth and the moisture seeping from underneath. She moaned again and placed her other hand on the back of my head as she leaned back laying herself flat on her desk. With my index finger I gently levered the thong to one side, her pussy was glistening with her erotic wetness. I paused again, smiling at the anticipation. More gently than the touch of a feather I licked some of the juice from her lips, pulling away before I touched her clit. She gasped, and I smiled again before breathing gently over her pussy. She gasped loudly this time and her buttocks clenched up for a second then relaxed. She was breathing heavily in anticipation, she’d waited long enough.
I covered her with my mouth, gently circling her clit my tongue.
“Oh God!” She gasped aloud as her nails dug into my scalp. She tasted wonderful and there was no shortage of liquid coming from her. Her arse and hips kept spasming as her thighs clamped hold of my head. I pressed my tongue harder against her and began lapping faster, her hips and thighs manoeuvring my head round in circles. The juice was almost pouring from her now and I was sure she would come when she tore my head away from her by my hair.
She grabbed a fist full of tie and shirt and roared: “Fuck me!” I didn’t need to be told twice! My trousers and boxers were round my knees in a trice, my stiff cock leaking pre - come and she hauled me bodily into her with her ankles on my arse. Her slick and hot pussy absorbed my dick without resistance. My hands were on the desk on either side of her shoulders as I thundered in and out of her. Her hands were up beneath my shirt on my naked back, her nails clawing at me as she stared up at me with a look of fury on her face, her glasses now lost.
“Fuck me harder, and don’t you dare come until after I do!” I increased the tempo, and started to worry, I could feel my orgasm waiting in the back ground.
I was getting closer when her face started to change from anger to ecstasy and her nails started to dig harder into my back.
“Almost!” She breathed as her hips starting to spasm again. I could feel myself about to go as well when suddenly her arms and thighs gripped me tight and a long loud moan escaped her gaping mouth.
“Oh yes!” She cried just as my own orgasm ripped through me; but I didn’t dare stop. I accelerated, and sent another wave cascading through her gyrating form. She gripped me tighter, silent this time but for a few sharp intakes of breath.
Gradually her grip subsided and I pulled out, exhausted, collapsing into the chair. She lay the desk panting, my come starting to dribble from her. She found her glasses and put them on, a little skew whiff, and looked at me.
“So when can you start?”
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