Vickie - Sex Stories

Vickie

... want me to do?” she asked sweetly. “I’m not sure I understand.” Her huge eyes drifted from his face to his cock, then back again. “Well, I haven’t quite decided yet. First of all, you can take my cock in your hand. That’ll be a start. I’ll think of what I want to do as we go along.” He followed her movements as she reached for his gnarled cock with her long cool fingers. She tilted his cock up toward her and began a slow easy, pumping on it with her hand. Then she stared up at his face to see what he wanted done next. She suddenly seemed very young and innocent there in her boss’ office. “Do you want me to suck you off?” she asked. “I’ll suck you off if you like.” “Maybe later. Just jerk me off for now. Your hand feels real good on my cock.” He sat there on the edge of his desk, quite content to let her pull on his swelling prick with her slender fingers. He appeared to be in no hurry at all, as if he had all the time in the world. He lodged his hands in his pockets again and simply stared at her, studying her gorgeous face as she jerked off his cock. Vickie grew slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It felt so strange. This man was the head of the library, the symbol of authority for her. And here she was yanking on his growing erection. He was straddling the corner of his desk, his long legs spread on either side of her, his pink cock pumping in her fist. It just didn’t feel right, somehow. “Open up my pants,” he instructed. She did as she was told, allowing his prick ...

... to sway as she fumbled for his belt clasp and pants top. His prick loomed out like a wet rocket, pointing at her face. His cock was more than half-erect now, its domed head shining brightly. As she pulled down his pants and shorts, she bent his prick down beneath the elastic. Then it snapped back violently against his belly as she tugged his clothes farther down his thighs. “Careful, you stupid slut!” he complained, watching his prick vibrate back and forth in front of him. He had lifted up a fraction off the desk to let her pull down his pants. Now, instead of sitting back down, he decided to remain standing. Once she’d succeeded in pulling his clothes to the floor, he moved in even closer. Vickie finished untangling his pants and shorts from his legs and turned up her lovely face to await more instructions. But she was suddenly confronted by the colossal spike of his prick just inches from her face. Before she had time to respond, he began slapping his hardening cock back and forth across her face, patting each of her cheeks in turn with stinging blows. She winced and tried to draw back. “Stay where you are, whore!” he growled, his erection slapping across her face. “Don’t fucking move an inch!” “Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!” Vickie closed her eyes in self-defense. He wasn’t hurting her. There was only so much f***e he could get behind his swinging prick. But she was taken aback with shock. She just hadn’t expected him to start slapping her with his hard-on! “You like that, cunt? You ...