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I was leaning over the back of the couch when he walked in. So handsome in his suit, finally home for the weekend. I smiled up at him as we kissed. 

“You look so wonderful,” I whispered. “If I worked with you every day I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

He grinned and ran his hand into my hair. I moaned. My neck melted into his hold. That always turned me on.

“That would be so unprofessional, baby,” he said, in between kisses. “I would have to transfer you to another department. Couldn’t have such a distraction at work.”

“But what if I asked nicely?” I pouted. He pulled away, hand still in my hair. His other hand went to his bulge, rubbing slowly. 

“Yeah? Well, ask nicely, young lady.” He rubbed under his balls, making his cock pop forward through the fabric. I salivated.

“Please, Sir,” I whispered, hypnotized by his rubbing. “Please let me see what’s in there?”

“I don’t have much time, miss.” His hand went to his belt, started to undo the buckle. “I have a meeting to get to.”

“O please, Sir, just a taste?” I looked up at him with big eyes, on purpose. He groaned. I knew what I was doing. He knew it, too.

He kept my head there, inches from his bulge as he slowly unzipped. Then he carefully pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times. So hard and straight, looking right at me. Wet was seeping from the head. I moaned again.

“Good girl,” he breathed, the other hand in my hair now. “You like that?”

“You look delicious,” I whispered, gazing at his cock. I opened my mouth and he brought me forward, just enough to barely lick that drop away. We both moaned. I kept licking, straining for more of him. He inched closer.

“Suck on the head, baby,” he encouraged. “Just the head. Give me your tongue.” I closed my mouth around him and rotated my tongue on the underside. Smooth and hot in my mouth, big and delectable. I snaked my tongue around the ridge, knowing that would drive him crazy. His hand tightened in my hair.

“FUCK!” he said, dragging me off him. We kissed again, deep and hungry this time. He held my head tightly as I fumbled with the rest of his suit.

“What about your meeting, Sir?” I asked as he stepped out of his pants. 

“Those fuckers can go on without me.” He was coming around to the other side of the couch now. I arched my back and peered at him over my shoulder, wiggling my ass. He looked at me for a minute while he tore off his shirt, then his hands were all over me.

“Nothing is more important than this delicious pussy,” he said as he started to finger me, hitting my spot immediately. I backed up into his hand and started to move on it hungrily.