davesmistress
04-01-2018, 07:59 PM
Taxes schmaxes
Every year when spring arrived, our office buzzed with activity
related to people preparing and anxiously awaiting the results of
their annual tax returns. Some owed while others found a surplus,
but throughout each year, the dullery and mundane tasks were offset
by the social connections and conversations to be had with people
we'd see only once a year. As the years progressed, the office of
fifteen withered to four. The bright spot of my days were when I
was able to chat with Lyn and gaze through her spectacles into her
alluring, brown eyes. Her voice sounded like music, clear and
concise, and she always exuded a cheery intelligent demeanor. Her
five-foot-nothing Filipino frame was considerably shorter than my
average european-american height, but she always wore heels that
seemed to beckon my attention to her well defined runner's calves.
Now in our mid-40s, Lyn was much more diligent with keeping in shape
than I was. Years earlier, she'd gone through a traumatic divorce
and found running as an outlet to heal, as well as a good reason for
prepping herself to get back on the market. She also has two teen
boys and a pre-teen daughter that keep her busy on a daily basis.
In short, she's an exquisite woman with the body and personality to
match.
A couple years after her divorce, Lyn got bad news from a doctor
about her knees and running. She made some changes to her routine
and equipment, but nothing seemed to make a difference in the damage
she was doing to her knees. About the same time, she had a bad ankle
sprain that sidelined her activity for about a month. I could see
the disappointment in her face and actions. She was disparate from
her normal, cheery self. I had to do something, so I chatted with
her every chance I got, until a week later when we were alone in
the office together. She locked the front door and invited me into
her room, where she divulged everything that had been happening
since her ex-husband started cheating on her. I sat across her desk,
not really feeling I had anything relevant to say, but I could tell
she needed to talk more than listen. The details aren't important,
but some of it was very personal and stoked very strong emotions
from this rock-solid woman I only thought I knew.
Our lunch hour passed, and Lyn apologized for taking up all the
time we had. I assured her it was fine, and anytime she wanted to
talk with me was time worth spending, even if it was beyond the
office walls.
Lyn struggled for another month or so, until she started dating
again. I admit, I was jealous, but had absolutely no right to be.
I was happy for her, but apprehensive of the sort she seemed to
find. They were mostly trolls of men, boorish and overbearing,
completely overconfident in their machismo so every word and acion
came across as fake and desparate. I cringed every day she said
she had a date, but felt hopeful the next day when she divulged
how quickly it ended. Lyn was too smart to fall for their wiles.
Just when things seemed to be turning around, we lost our senior
partner in the office, and when he went, so did his assistant and
wife. Lyn and I pondered whether to go our separate ways, but
decided to stick around for a year and try to manage the office
on our own. She was a tireless workhorse, but the hours take a
toll on physical and mental health after a year. I had scaled
back my hours to help turn a profit, but the more I didn't work,
the less we made. I confronted Lyn, and she agreed I needed to be
in the office more, not only for business, but for her as well.
That year was our best. We were seemless and synchronized both in
work and life. But again, the workload was very heavy. We were
spending most of our daylight hours entrenched in our office. My
personal relationship had taken a serious hit with all the extra
hours and late nights, to the point where any extra hour I had was
spent sleeping or eating. By the end of March it was over, and I
was at my breaking point emotionally.
Lyn knew how I was and invited me out for drinks. Neither of us
are heavy drinkers, so the experience was lackluster by Welsh
standards, but it gave us a chance to decompress and chat about
everything we didn't talk about on a daily basis. The more we
talked, the more we realized we were in the same place at the same
time. Good or bad, I went for a kiss and she didn't pull back.
Her lips were soft and retained the hints of salty sweetness from
her drink. As I backed away, she looked at my lips while approvingly
licking hers. She was transfixed by my soft, pliable lips. I could
tell gears were turning behind those deep brown eyes I kept getting
lost in. The night was getting long, as we chatted our way to last
call and still nursed our initial refills.
We walked to Lyn's car, and she kissed me as I held the door for
her. As I was walking to my own car, I noticed she wasn't leaving.
When I turned around, she quickly looked away and moved to get the
car rolling. After that, I tossed and turned all night. Thoughts
and hormones were making me restless. My body wanted every square
inch of hers, and it felt urgent. My body felt energized, so much
so that I stayed up all night in anticipation of returning to the
office.
Coffee wasn't necessary, as life had me on a precipice. I arrived
at the office early in anticipation of Lyn's arrival, but she never
showed. I'd forgotten that she had a meeting with a client offsite
all day. The anticipation was agonizing. Work didn't matter much
at the moment, so I went home to squelch my mind. It didn't work,
and neither did a cold shower.
When I arrived the next morning, Lyn was already in her room,
slaving away on a hefty return. She didn't even look up when she
heard me walk in. All I got was a hearty good morning and a warning
that the coffee maker wasn't working. I couldn't take it anymore,
so I rushed into her office, rolled her chair away from the desk
and asked what she wanted from me. She looked at me bewildered. It
looked like she didn't even remember what happened. Then she
squinted at me and said, "Okay then. You really want to do it?
Then let's really do it."
Lyn shot up out of her chair, pushed me back against the wall and
ran out to lock the front door. On her way back, a trail of shoes
and clothing lined her path. I took the cue to strip and feverishly
fumbled with my shirt buttons and belt. When she got back to her door,
I notice for the first time how much shorter she actually was. She
reached behind her head and pulled off a scrunchy to let her auburn
locks flow down over her bare shoulders.
My body was riddled with adrenaline and goosebumps. Lyn was trim and
fit, far more than I was. As I stripped off all but my boxers, she
said something about not going back if we do this, but it honestly
was the farthest thing from my mind when she started disrobing. I
think I made some kind of primal, gutteral noise as I moved toward
her, because she looked surprised. I picked her up as her legs wrapped
around my waist, then unhooked her bra with a snap of my fingers.
She looked at me and said, "Well, that's impressive!" and mashed
her pelvis into my boxer-clad boner. The last thing she had on was
a lacy, blue thong that left little to imagine. I moved toward her
desk and brushed nearly everything to the floor, then sat her fleshy
bottom on the edge and looked intently in her eyes for a starting
point.
Lyn took the lead by tugging my boxers down, which sprang my cock
from it's cage. Her mouth gaped, and she gasped when she finally
saw my size, and mind you, I'm not much above average. She said,
"Wow, I never expected THAT!" It was then I realized she was talking
about my two scrotum piercings. She asked a few questions, but nothing
that really changed the mood. Then she cupped my balls in one hand
while toying with the loops and licking my shaft. As she wrapped her
other hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed, I felt the
swell and pressure of blood pooling in my cock. Her warm, pliant lips
enveloped the head of my extra-hardened member. As she took me into
her mouth, her tongue wiggled under my shaft and nearly popped my
cork, but she was experienced and released the strangle-hold she
had on my cock just before. She was totally in the driver's seat.
The sight of Lyn's head bobbing up and down on my manhood was a
sight I never wanted to forget, so I took my phone and snapped a
few pictures. To my delight, she even posed while I took them,
pausing briefly and looking up at me to get a good, clear memento
of the action. She coaxed me to take a few extra, then reached for
her own phone and gasped the word video to me. It was out of her
reach, so I pulled her a couple steps to the side and pawed for her
phone. As I fumbled with the lock screen, she grasped my wrist and
poked at the screen with a slobbery wet finger. A few seconds later,
she became a porn star, at least in my eyes, licking up and down
my shaft and peering into the tiny camera lens or my eyes. I wasn't
sure which... maybe both.
Her head suddenly lunged toward me and she engulfed my full length
until her tongue was licking my piercings. The sensation was enough
to make me cum, but then she withdrew her hand from her crotch to
show me how wet she was and quickly slid it between my thighs so
she could jam a pre-lubed finger up my rectum. Her finger beckoned
her tongue and it was more than I could take. My hands slapped down
on her bare shoulders, she pushed in hard against my crotch and I
erupted, painting the contents of my pierced sack all over the walls
of her throat. She gagged once, but recovered quickly and looked up
into the camera while holding a thumb up and backing away to show the
contents left behind on her tongue.
Lyn was absolutely adorable, acting like this was normal behavior for
both of us, but I knew better. I asked where she learned such things,
but she remained silent. I stopped the video and asked for a copy. She
responded, "Maybe after we finished, if I you're good enough to earn it.
I immediately took that as a challenge. She rounded her desk and
retrieved some chocolate eggs from her candy bowl, unwrapped them and
popped one in my mouth before hugging me. Her skin was smooth and taut.
My hands were more than happy caressing her back and grasping her ass
cheeks. Suddenly, Lyn reached under my butt and tried jamming a Cadbury
egg in my asshole. I looked at her and said, "What are you doing?" She
said she was hiding eggs to find later, at which point it was already
inside me. Then she pushed in a few of the smaller ones and smacked
my ass cheek hard.
"Bend over and spread 'em, cupcake. The easter bunny's coming to town,
and he's pissed that you stole his eggs." I complied, and Lyn shoved
her finger in my ass again to stir the melting chocolate, then slid
it in her mouth to lick it clean. She smacked my ass again, this time
leaving behind some chocolate residue, then knelt behind me and flicked
her tongue over my asshole. Lyn drew circles around my hole before
pressing in for chocolate thunder from down under. All I could do was
moan and ooze the sweet goop into her hungry mouth.
After she'd lapped up all she could, Lyn stood up and said, "I didn't
really think that through very well. Now I'm a chocolatey mess and have
nothing to clean up with." I reached for her bottled water, poured some
of it on my shirt and offered it to her. She smiled and wiped her face
with it while I prepped her desk for reciprocation. I positioned a chair
at the end of her desk, picked her up and sat her in front of it, then
told her to lay back on my coat. She happily obliged as I sat down and
marveled at her tantalizing pussy.
A patch of short grass just beyond the landing strip pointed to the
destination of my lips. I leaned in and kissed her thighs while caressing
her legs before sliding my hands up her torso to fondle her breasts.
Lyn's legs draped over my shoulders and onto my back as I leaned in and
tenderly kissed her sensitive skin. My lips meandered their way into
her slit and oozed in securely around her clit. She sighed and moaned as
my fingers gently rolled her firm nipples, and my tongue flicked her
button. Each time I sucked on her clit, her thighs would press against
my ears. Then I slid my tongue up and down her slit and probed whichever
opening presented access.
Lyn spoke in a soft, breathy tone that it had been a long time since she
felt anyone's lips there, and it felt so good, she didn't need to coach
me at all. I switched my pace by her breathing and muscle responses. It
was very easy for me to read her body's responses, and I was enjoying
being able to toy with her to draw out the anticipation. We obviously
paired well, and it showed.
She suddenly got very quiet, to the point of barely breathing. I could
tell Lyn was nearing release and picked up the pace just before she
started moaning very loudly. Her hand reached behind my head as her feet
pushed against my shoulders. Lyn's knees spread wide as her hand mashed
my face into her pussy and she squirted into my mouth. It surprised me
and I choked, but kept lapping at her knob as she cried out. Her whole
body shuddered and quaked, then her legs clamped around my head as she
ordered me to fuck her.
I slapped her ass so she'd release my head, then pulled her toward me
and rubbed my dripping shaft into her slit. She continued moaning loudly
as I dipped my cock head inside her vag. With each thrust, I pushed a
little bit further in until she was begging for the whole thing. With
that, I rammed in hard and felt her cervix press against my tip. She
gasped and winced at this new sensation. I wondered if I should pause,
but she leaned up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I picked Lyn up and swapped positions, so she was sitting on my lap on
the desk. Her legs were wrapped around me as I lifted her ass and
dropped her back down onto my fleshy piston. Her nails dug into my back
and she playfully nipped at my neck and shoulder as her firm nipples
poked into my chest. Then, she pushed me backward onto the desk while
positioning to straddle my hips.
Lyn had a wild look behind her eyes. Her look was inquisitive, as she
positioned my penis back and forth between two options. I took her cue
and nodded in approval to continue with the first option. She playfully
positioned my cock at option two and pushed firmly, then said, "Aw,
it's closed today. Maybe it'll be open tomorrow," and moved me back to
option one. She slowly sank down onto my shaft. Even after three kids,
her pussy gripped me like a mold... a perfect fit. She pounded me with
every thrust and relished giving me goosebumps. We moaned and grunted
for a few minutes until she leaned down for a kiss. With that, she had
an orgasm and coated my crotch with our love juices. I was fine with
ending it there and cuddling with her on top of me, but she wanted to
watch me spooge. I scooted back on the desk so she could sit between my
legs and play. She rubbed and licked until every drop I had left was
expelled, either in her mouth, on her hands or on me. I pointed to my
shirt, but she was eager to lick every bit off my skin.
Afterward, Lyn straddled me again and leaned down to rest on my chest.
My heart was still pounding, as she enjoyed flicking and blowing across
my nipple to make it hard. The rest was fairly boring, as it entailed
a mass cleanup of the mess we made, including all the files strewn
about the floor, but thankfully, that was only the beginning.
Every year when spring arrived, our office buzzed with activity
related to people preparing and anxiously awaiting the results of
their annual tax returns. Some owed while others found a surplus,
but throughout each year, the dullery and mundane tasks were offset
by the social connections and conversations to be had with people
we'd see only once a year. As the years progressed, the office of
fifteen withered to four. The bright spot of my days were when I
was able to chat with Lyn and gaze through her spectacles into her
alluring, brown eyes. Her voice sounded like music, clear and
concise, and she always exuded a cheery intelligent demeanor. Her
five-foot-nothing Filipino frame was considerably shorter than my
average european-american height, but she always wore heels that
seemed to beckon my attention to her well defined runner's calves.
Now in our mid-40s, Lyn was much more diligent with keeping in shape
than I was. Years earlier, she'd gone through a traumatic divorce
and found running as an outlet to heal, as well as a good reason for
prepping herself to get back on the market. She also has two teen
boys and a pre-teen daughter that keep her busy on a daily basis.
In short, she's an exquisite woman with the body and personality to
match.
A couple years after her divorce, Lyn got bad news from a doctor
about her knees and running. She made some changes to her routine
and equipment, but nothing seemed to make a difference in the damage
she was doing to her knees. About the same time, she had a bad ankle
sprain that sidelined her activity for about a month. I could see
the disappointment in her face and actions. She was disparate from
her normal, cheery self. I had to do something, so I chatted with
her every chance I got, until a week later when we were alone in
the office together. She locked the front door and invited me into
her room, where she divulged everything that had been happening
since her ex-husband started cheating on her. I sat across her desk,
not really feeling I had anything relevant to say, but I could tell
she needed to talk more than listen. The details aren't important,
but some of it was very personal and stoked very strong emotions
from this rock-solid woman I only thought I knew.
Our lunch hour passed, and Lyn apologized for taking up all the
time we had. I assured her it was fine, and anytime she wanted to
talk with me was time worth spending, even if it was beyond the
office walls.
Lyn struggled for another month or so, until she started dating
again. I admit, I was jealous, but had absolutely no right to be.
I was happy for her, but apprehensive of the sort she seemed to
find. They were mostly trolls of men, boorish and overbearing,
completely overconfident in their machismo so every word and acion
came across as fake and desparate. I cringed every day she said
she had a date, but felt hopeful the next day when she divulged
how quickly it ended. Lyn was too smart to fall for their wiles.
Just when things seemed to be turning around, we lost our senior
partner in the office, and when he went, so did his assistant and
wife. Lyn and I pondered whether to go our separate ways, but
decided to stick around for a year and try to manage the office
on our own. She was a tireless workhorse, but the hours take a
toll on physical and mental health after a year. I had scaled
back my hours to help turn a profit, but the more I didn't work,
the less we made. I confronted Lyn, and she agreed I needed to be
in the office more, not only for business, but for her as well.
That year was our best. We were seemless and synchronized both in
work and life. But again, the workload was very heavy. We were
spending most of our daylight hours entrenched in our office. My
personal relationship had taken a serious hit with all the extra
hours and late nights, to the point where any extra hour I had was
spent sleeping or eating. By the end of March it was over, and I
was at my breaking point emotionally.
Lyn knew how I was and invited me out for drinks. Neither of us
are heavy drinkers, so the experience was lackluster by Welsh
standards, but it gave us a chance to decompress and chat about
everything we didn't talk about on a daily basis. The more we
talked, the more we realized we were in the same place at the same
time. Good or bad, I went for a kiss and she didn't pull back.
Her lips were soft and retained the hints of salty sweetness from
her drink. As I backed away, she looked at my lips while approvingly
licking hers. She was transfixed by my soft, pliable lips. I could
tell gears were turning behind those deep brown eyes I kept getting
lost in. The night was getting long, as we chatted our way to last
call and still nursed our initial refills.
We walked to Lyn's car, and she kissed me as I held the door for
her. As I was walking to my own car, I noticed she wasn't leaving.
When I turned around, she quickly looked away and moved to get the
car rolling. After that, I tossed and turned all night. Thoughts
and hormones were making me restless. My body wanted every square
inch of hers, and it felt urgent. My body felt energized, so much
so that I stayed up all night in anticipation of returning to the
office.
Coffee wasn't necessary, as life had me on a precipice. I arrived
at the office early in anticipation of Lyn's arrival, but she never
showed. I'd forgotten that she had a meeting with a client offsite
all day. The anticipation was agonizing. Work didn't matter much
at the moment, so I went home to squelch my mind. It didn't work,
and neither did a cold shower.
When I arrived the next morning, Lyn was already in her room,
slaving away on a hefty return. She didn't even look up when she
heard me walk in. All I got was a hearty good morning and a warning
that the coffee maker wasn't working. I couldn't take it anymore,
so I rushed into her office, rolled her chair away from the desk
and asked what she wanted from me. She looked at me bewildered. It
looked like she didn't even remember what happened. Then she
squinted at me and said, "Okay then. You really want to do it?
Then let's really do it."
Lyn shot up out of her chair, pushed me back against the wall and
ran out to lock the front door. On her way back, a trail of shoes
and clothing lined her path. I took the cue to strip and feverishly
fumbled with my shirt buttons and belt. When she got back to her door,
I notice for the first time how much shorter she actually was. She
reached behind her head and pulled off a scrunchy to let her auburn
locks flow down over her bare shoulders.
My body was riddled with adrenaline and goosebumps. Lyn was trim and
fit, far more than I was. As I stripped off all but my boxers, she
said something about not going back if we do this, but it honestly
was the farthest thing from my mind when she started disrobing. I
think I made some kind of primal, gutteral noise as I moved toward
her, because she looked surprised. I picked her up as her legs wrapped
around my waist, then unhooked her bra with a snap of my fingers.
She looked at me and said, "Well, that's impressive!" and mashed
her pelvis into my boxer-clad boner. The last thing she had on was
a lacy, blue thong that left little to imagine. I moved toward her
desk and brushed nearly everything to the floor, then sat her fleshy
bottom on the edge and looked intently in her eyes for a starting
point.
Lyn took the lead by tugging my boxers down, which sprang my cock
from it's cage. Her mouth gaped, and she gasped when she finally
saw my size, and mind you, I'm not much above average. She said,
"Wow, I never expected THAT!" It was then I realized she was talking
about my two scrotum piercings. She asked a few questions, but nothing
that really changed the mood. Then she cupped my balls in one hand
while toying with the loops and licking my shaft. As she wrapped her
other hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed, I felt the
swell and pressure of blood pooling in my cock. Her warm, pliant lips
enveloped the head of my extra-hardened member. As she took me into
her mouth, her tongue wiggled under my shaft and nearly popped my
cork, but she was experienced and released the strangle-hold she
had on my cock just before. She was totally in the driver's seat.
The sight of Lyn's head bobbing up and down on my manhood was a
sight I never wanted to forget, so I took my phone and snapped a
few pictures. To my delight, she even posed while I took them,
pausing briefly and looking up at me to get a good, clear memento
of the action. She coaxed me to take a few extra, then reached for
her own phone and gasped the word video to me. It was out of her
reach, so I pulled her a couple steps to the side and pawed for her
phone. As I fumbled with the lock screen, she grasped my wrist and
poked at the screen with a slobbery wet finger. A few seconds later,
she became a porn star, at least in my eyes, licking up and down
my shaft and peering into the tiny camera lens or my eyes. I wasn't
sure which... maybe both.
Her head suddenly lunged toward me and she engulfed my full length
until her tongue was licking my piercings. The sensation was enough
to make me cum, but then she withdrew her hand from her crotch to
show me how wet she was and quickly slid it between my thighs so
she could jam a pre-lubed finger up my rectum. Her finger beckoned
her tongue and it was more than I could take. My hands slapped down
on her bare shoulders, she pushed in hard against my crotch and I
erupted, painting the contents of my pierced sack all over the walls
of her throat. She gagged once, but recovered quickly and looked up
into the camera while holding a thumb up and backing away to show the
contents left behind on her tongue.
Lyn was absolutely adorable, acting like this was normal behavior for
both of us, but I knew better. I asked where she learned such things,
but she remained silent. I stopped the video and asked for a copy. She
responded, "Maybe after we finished, if I you're good enough to earn it.
I immediately took that as a challenge. She rounded her desk and
retrieved some chocolate eggs from her candy bowl, unwrapped them and
popped one in my mouth before hugging me. Her skin was smooth and taut.
My hands were more than happy caressing her back and grasping her ass
cheeks. Suddenly, Lyn reached under my butt and tried jamming a Cadbury
egg in my asshole. I looked at her and said, "What are you doing?" She
said she was hiding eggs to find later, at which point it was already
inside me. Then she pushed in a few of the smaller ones and smacked
my ass cheek hard.
"Bend over and spread 'em, cupcake. The easter bunny's coming to town,
and he's pissed that you stole his eggs." I complied, and Lyn shoved
her finger in my ass again to stir the melting chocolate, then slid
it in her mouth to lick it clean. She smacked my ass again, this time
leaving behind some chocolate residue, then knelt behind me and flicked
her tongue over my asshole. Lyn drew circles around my hole before
pressing in for chocolate thunder from down under. All I could do was
moan and ooze the sweet goop into her hungry mouth.
After she'd lapped up all she could, Lyn stood up and said, "I didn't
really think that through very well. Now I'm a chocolatey mess and have
nothing to clean up with." I reached for her bottled water, poured some
of it on my shirt and offered it to her. She smiled and wiped her face
with it while I prepped her desk for reciprocation. I positioned a chair
at the end of her desk, picked her up and sat her in front of it, then
told her to lay back on my coat. She happily obliged as I sat down and
marveled at her tantalizing pussy.
A patch of short grass just beyond the landing strip pointed to the
destination of my lips. I leaned in and kissed her thighs while caressing
her legs before sliding my hands up her torso to fondle her breasts.
Lyn's legs draped over my shoulders and onto my back as I leaned in and
tenderly kissed her sensitive skin. My lips meandered their way into
her slit and oozed in securely around her clit. She sighed and moaned as
my fingers gently rolled her firm nipples, and my tongue flicked her
button. Each time I sucked on her clit, her thighs would press against
my ears. Then I slid my tongue up and down her slit and probed whichever
opening presented access.
Lyn spoke in a soft, breathy tone that it had been a long time since she
felt anyone's lips there, and it felt so good, she didn't need to coach
me at all. I switched my pace by her breathing and muscle responses. It
was very easy for me to read her body's responses, and I was enjoying
being able to toy with her to draw out the anticipation. We obviously
paired well, and it showed.
She suddenly got very quiet, to the point of barely breathing. I could
tell Lyn was nearing release and picked up the pace just before she
started moaning very loudly. Her hand reached behind my head as her feet
pushed against my shoulders. Lyn's knees spread wide as her hand mashed
my face into her pussy and she squirted into my mouth. It surprised me
and I choked, but kept lapping at her knob as she cried out. Her whole
body shuddered and quaked, then her legs clamped around my head as she
ordered me to fuck her.
I slapped her ass so she'd release my head, then pulled her toward me
and rubbed my dripping shaft into her slit. She continued moaning loudly
as I dipped my cock head inside her vag. With each thrust, I pushed a
little bit further in until she was begging for the whole thing. With
that, I rammed in hard and felt her cervix press against my tip. She
gasped and winced at this new sensation. I wondered if I should pause,
but she leaned up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I picked Lyn up and swapped positions, so she was sitting on my lap on
the desk. Her legs were wrapped around me as I lifted her ass and
dropped her back down onto my fleshy piston. Her nails dug into my back
and she playfully nipped at my neck and shoulder as her firm nipples
poked into my chest. Then, she pushed me backward onto the desk while
positioning to straddle my hips.
Lyn had a wild look behind her eyes. Her look was inquisitive, as she
positioned my penis back and forth between two options. I took her cue
and nodded in approval to continue with the first option. She playfully
positioned my cock at option two and pushed firmly, then said, "Aw,
it's closed today. Maybe it'll be open tomorrow," and moved me back to
option one. She slowly sank down onto my shaft. Even after three kids,
her pussy gripped me like a mold... a perfect fit. She pounded me with
every thrust and relished giving me goosebumps. We moaned and grunted
for a few minutes until she leaned down for a kiss. With that, she had
an orgasm and coated my crotch with our love juices. I was fine with
ending it there and cuddling with her on top of me, but she wanted to
watch me spooge. I scooted back on the desk so she could sit between my
legs and play. She rubbed and licked until every drop I had left was
expelled, either in her mouth, on her hands or on me. I pointed to my
shirt, but she was eager to lick every bit off my skin.
Afterward, Lyn straddled me again and leaned down to rest on my chest.
My heart was still pounding, as she enjoyed flicking and blowing across
my nipple to make it hard. The rest was fairly boring, as it entailed
a mass cleanup of the mess we made, including all the files strewn
about the floor, but thankfully, that was only the beginning.