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After returning from an extended business trip to Europe I went to my home office to review mail left while I was away. Betsy is 27 never married decided the only way she was going to fuck me is to ambush me as soon as I got home, coming up behind me running her hands over my body. Soon both my sweater and shirt lays crumpled on the floor as she runs her hands all over my naked torso, distracting me completely. Then her hands slide in under my pants and my distraction moves onto heights unknown. Her hands hardly left my skin even when she opens my pants and pulls them down to my ankles. Standing there stark naked she took hold of my cock and led me to my bedroom. She pushed me down on my back on the bed. Apparently when she wants something nothing can stop her, not even or perhaps more accurately not me. Since she wants me all I can do is to go with the flow...She claws at my chest as her lips move further down. From my chest and down across my belly. While she's looking up at me with that hungry and predatory look in her eyes, like she's going to devour me completely. As her tongue makes contact with my skin it isn't long before she does. She slowly licks along the entire length of my cock, licking it like a popsicle on a hot day. She isn't cooling anything down, rather she's raising both my temperature and her own. She teases me before devouring me. With myself inside of her mouth I raise my hips as if trying to come further in. She leaps at the opportunity and soon her ...

... fingers are grasping my previously protected ass so hard it hurts a little. I feel like screaming but I can do is to moan uncontrollably. I want to tell her, she's the best personal assistant I've had but that will have to wait until later when I can put two words together. Allowing Betsy plenty of time to arouse herself, I gently take her cheek in my hand looking deeply into her eyes as I lower my lips. Betsy, aroused, moans softly as my tongue darts forward, " Please No. No. NO! I made a mistake John." I sense reluctance as my arms reach behind the quivering Betsy and I draw her near as my tongue slips between her lips. As she is softly moaning my tongue explores the warm and inviting oral cavity. Her white blouse is soaked as she is dragged against my sweating chest. The moisture soaks against her lace covered breasts the moisture between her legs turns into a torrent. The crotch of her panties becoming soaked. My probing tongue brings her back to reality, after struggling for a short time, she is thrusting her tongue against my tongue and writhing her now soaked body against my partially clad body. As Betsy writhes against me, I bring my hand down between us and find the hem of her dress. Betsy feels my hand searching, probing for her panties and tries to back away only to find my other arm holding her tight against me. Desperately, she begs, " Please no. You mustn't. I can't." I have no reason to listen to the aroused Betsy. I know she is dripping wet and ready to receive ...