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When I turned into the office, he was sat behind his desk; glasses sliding down his nose whilst dealing with the horrendous pile of paperwork stacked on the wooden table-top. I smiled, the heat pooling between my thighs increasing slightly. He is still completely oblivious to my presence until I bolt the door behind me and turn to face him. At first he is confused, until I step around the desk and get on my knees, the lust evident in my eyes. He takes off his glasses, not paying any attention to where they land as my hands expertly unzip his fly and take him out. His almost strangled moan swims through the whole room and I'm pretty sure that my panties are quite wet. Taking hold of his manhood, I begin to pump him; very slowly taking pleasure in his arousal. One hand winds into my curls and the other is joining my hand, encouraging me to increase the speed. "Sara... please," he moans deeply as I bend my head to his crotch. His heat surrounds my face and when I flick my tongue over the head, he thrusts his hips forward. I can no longer hold back, my need to please him almost overpowering his need to be. We moan in sync as I take him in my mouth, his familiar taste sending shivers down my spine. My left hand gently trails up and down his thigh and I can feel the ripple of the muscles there. Both his hands are fisted into my hair, pulling my head further onto him but at the same time trying to restrain himself so he doesn't choke me. His groans are growing louder and louder and I can tell he is close so I flick my tongue over the sensitive head. He explodes with a monotone growl, my tongue swirling around the bell of his penis whilst swallowing his juices. When I feel him going soft, I zip him back up and wipe my mouth before looking up at him. His head is tilted toward the ceiling, his breathing harsh. I get to my feet, stretching slightly and kiss him; first on his neck, then his lips. He kisses me back, before moving up my cheeks toward my ear, "Thankyou," he whispers, his breath still haggard. "I promise to pay you back... any," he kissed my cheek, "Time," my nose, "You," my forehead, "Want," finally my lips.
When I turned into the office, he was sat behind his desk; glasses sliding down his nose whilst dealing with the horrendous pile of paperwork stacked on the wooden table-top. I smiled, the heat pooling between my thighs increasing slightly. He is still completely oblivious to my presence until I bolt the door behind me and turn to face him. At first he is confused, until I step around the desk and get on my knees, the lust evident in my eyes. He takes off his glasses, not paying any attention to where they land as my hands expertly unzip his fly and take him out. His almost strangled moan swims through the whole room and I'm pretty sure that my panties are quite wet. Taking hold of his manhood, I begin to pump him; very slowly taking pleasure in his arousal. One hand winds into my curls and the other is joining my hand, encouraging me to increase the speed. "Sara... please," he moans deeply as I bend my head to his crotch. His heat surrounds my face and when I flick my tongue over the head, he thrusts his hips forward. I can no longer hold back, my need to please him almost overpowering his need to be. We moan in sync as I take him in my mouth, his familiar taste sending shivers down my spine. My left hand gently trails up and down his thigh and I can feel the ripple of the muscles there. Both his hands are fisted into my hair, pulling my head further onto him but at the same time trying to restrain himself so he doesn't choke me. His groans are growing louder and louder and I can tell he is close so I flick my tongue over the sensitive head. He explodes with a monotone growl, my tongue swirling around the bell of his penis whilst swallowing his juices. When I feel him going soft, I zip him back up and wipe my mouth before looking up at him. His head is tilted toward the ceiling, his breathing harsh. I get to my feet, stretching slightly and kiss him; first on his neck, then his lips. He kisses me back, before moving up my cheeks toward my ear, "Thankyou," he whispers, his breath still haggard. "I promise to pay you back... any," he kissed my cheek, "Time," my nose, "You," my forehead, "Want," finally my lips.