She entered your office, her lush form clothed in a suit of mint green, made of a soft gauzy material that clings to the curves of her body. The short sleeved jacket is cut close emphasizing the rise of her full breasts the neckline is wide displaying the freckled ivory skin above her breasts as well as the luscious curve of cleavage. The skirt is short, coming to rest just above the tops of her cream colored stockings that hang seductively from a lace garter. Her long hair is wrapped in a knot at the top of her crown with wisps of silk that drape down her face and back. You look up from the task at hand surprised and admire her figure from head to toe.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" you whisper softly as you start to rise from your chair.
"Sssshhhh." She says placing her finger to her lips.
She motions for you to sit and you obey instantly as she locks the door and smiles wickedly. Raising her hand she frees the lengths of her hair, shaking them loose as they land softly across her body. She starts to sway seductively as her hands begin to slowly release the buttons on her jacket, the last one freed she pulls the jacket open revealing her full breasts wrapped in a sheer cream lace bra... so sheer the rosy peaks of her nipples are plainly visible. She pulls the material passed her shoulder with painful deliberation her body still rocking to a rhythm all her own. Under your watchful eyes she turns, her body reveling in your admiration as she slowly unzips the skirt and presses it passed the slope of her hips and down to the floor. A sigh escapes your lips as you see she wears no panties.
She moves to stand before your desk, head held high, back straight and a smile of absolute devilment upon her face while beads of perspiration begin to collect on yours. She laughs huskily pleased with the effect she's having on you. With one swipe she clears your desk of the miscellaneous items that were in her way and proceeds to crawl atop it. Her face within inches of yours, her breath caressing your face she purses her lips inviting a kiss which you eagerly grant. Your tongues dance in slow lingering spirals like two snake lovers in a cauldron of warm diluted honey. Her lips find the nape of your neck and she licks greedily at your sweet skin, moaning slightly with excitement her hands run along the solid strength of your arms and chest.
Her hands pull at your belt as yours tear at the zipper, until at long last your cock, in all his rigid glory, meets her eyes. Now lying fully across your desk, her naked white body and pale firm ass in stark comparison to the dark walnut desk below, she makes you lean back into your chair; you are pliant and lean back gratefully. Taking your staff in her hands she begins to caress the silky skin, running her hand along its length until she can no longer resist it. She grasps your cock with her mouth, pulling your entire length inside the warm recess as you moan, a deep throaty sound welling up from the very place where her mouth now rests. She pulls her mouth up slowly, sucking gently then teasing along your length and again, sucking harder... and again... sucking madly and again until she feels you quiver, your breathing labored, so very near orgasm. Her gentle sultry laugh reverberates along your straining cock causing you to shoot your seed deep in her throat.
She releases you and sits back on her knees, her eyes lock upon yours as she undoes the latch that sits in the center of her chest, the material becoming loose and then falling from her skin. The lace bra slips down her arms and off to the floor. She arches her back and tosses her mane enjoying the feeling of her hair as it tickles her bottom. She closes her eyes and becomes lost in the sensation of being watched... of being wanted... and of being caught.
She caresses the silky skin of her chest, arms and tummy then cupping her full breasts, rubbing her thumbs along her hard rosy nipples then gently pinching and twisting them between her fingers. With her left hand still manipulating the tender nipple, her right slides lower and disappears between her thighs and returns to sight briefly as she widens the stance of her knees. She runs her fingers along the petals of her pussy, the palm of her hand resting lovingly upon her shaven mound and sighs enjoying the pure naughtiness of her display. Her middle finger finds her jewel and she breathes deep as she begins to polish its surface, rolling the ball beneath her finger. Concentrating entirely on the pleasure her hand was causing a breathy "Ooohhhh" escapes her lips which makes you cough in an attempt to cover her noise. A knock at the door... her hips writing against the pressure of her finger on her clit... breathing rushed and labored... her eyes lock with yours.
"Sir?" comes the call from outside the door. You clear your throat unable to take your eyes from her hand.
"Yes?" you try to sound calm as your hand grasps your cock firmly, stroking it almost against your will.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
Yes, fine, Marie, thank you. I'll be with you in a few moments." You hear the steps recede just as she cries out "Yes! Yes!" her back arching as she crest and spills the sweetest of nectar. The raucous laughter from the next room meets your ears as she laughs and begins to gather her clothes.
She leaves you as quietly as she entered... 13 minutes late for the meeting next door.
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