The Erotic Encounters of Melinda and Christian: Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Erotic Encounters of Melinda and Christian: Part 1

... being torn from her sexual reverie, I pulled her in close enough to feel my bulge pressed against her and kissed her deep and long. One hand still holding her left arm and the other I used to run the length of her back until it came to cup and squeeze her supple ass and spurred her into action. She made a bee line for the copy room, my hands still gripping her. When we entered the copy room Melinda immediately closed the door and with a strength that must come from her frustration, she moved a six foot filing cabinet in front of the door. I thought it was pointless, as a blockade would be as damning as actually witnessing the unprofessional conduct we were about to commit, but clearly Melinda didn't think of it or care. She quickly dropped to her knees and nearly ruined my belt in her attempt to free my aching cock. I decided to take charge of her before she did damaged my uniform, or worse my cock, in her haste to finally satisfying the lust pent up in her. I grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up at me. She gave me a sad look, but I ignored it and firmly said, "Stop it, you're acting like a bratty little bitch who's so concerned with what she wants she doesn't think of anything else." She frowned and tried to look away. I held her hair and forced her eyes to me. A slight grin gave away that she liked a rough hand tempering her unbridled lust. I continued, "Allow me to remove my shorts, and when I let go of your hair you will wait until my shorts and briefs are ...

... removed, and then you may explore my cock and balls with your hands and mouth. Don't be rough or in a hurry, if you want me to pleasure you, then you will do well to pleasure me, understood?" "Yes," she said timidly. I yanked back on her hair and glared into her eyes, "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." She spoke with a little more confidence. I released her hair and completed removing my clothing and without warning the electricity of sensation in all the right places made my knees quake, my head rock back, and an involuntary moan escape my lips. One of her hands was gently caressing the length of my cock and alternately grasping at the meaty girth. Her other hand stroked my inner thigh. Her mouth seemed to be working overtime, her tongue licking, tasting and savoring the taut skin of my cock, then her mouth quickly sucking in my sack flesh and both balls into her mouth where she massaged them and moaned deeply as though she had a g spot in her mouth that only my huge, heavy testes could stimulate. When she finally engulfed the head of my cock past her saliva smeared lips I was leaning against the copy machine to my right. In seconds she had my cock buried in her throat and she looked up at me. The look in her eyes at the moment was indescribable, and soon she closed her eyes, moaned, vibrating her throat on my cock head, then began moving her head back and forth fucking her own throat with my cock. I wasn't sure if she was aware that I would cum pretty soon from this, so I grabbed her ...