Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

... efforts, and bobbed her head up and down on his cock, trying to take him in as deeply as possible. His cock started to press against the back of her throat, and she pulled back, realizing she couldn’t take him as deep as she had hoped. She shifted her mouth to working back and forth closer to the head of his penis, and she stroked his shaft with her right hand. Almost without realizing it, she brought her left hand between her legs, and started rubbing her pussy just below her clit, which was still a bit too sensitive to touch from her earlier orgasm on Mr. Slater’s lap. She inserted a finger partway into her pussy, and rubbed it in time with her efforts on her boss’s cock. Mr. Slater surprised her by taking her head in his hands, and she stiffened at his touch. But instead of forcing her head down as some of her more incompetent lovers had done, he gently tilted her head up just a bit, to make her look at him again. With their eyes locked, he started to exert slow but firm pressure downward. But as he did, he looked a question at her, as if to say, “Is this all right?” No words however. It was just a subtle lifting of his eyebrow and a pause in his pressure. Eager to please him, and pleased herself at his subtle yet definite consideration, Anne nodded, somewhat awkwardly, with her mouth full of his cock. She could feel it throbbing in the stillness of the moment, absent any action on either of their parts at this particular frozen instant. Mr. Slater began held her head ...

... firmly and thrust into her mouth, pushing his hips up. After a few thrusts, he also began to push her head down into his lap in time with his upward strokes. He was firm, but careful, and at no point did his cock intrude too far. He was in control, fucking her mouth, but he had no intention of making the experience unpleasant for Anne. As his penis invaded her mouth, Anne did her best to continue sucking as well as to swirl her tongue around his cock head. Soon she heard his breathing become more ragged, and she felt the skin of his cock get even tighter in her mouth. Anne realized he was close to orgasm, and she started to wonder how the scene would end. Would he simply cum in her mouth? On her face? He had shown enough consideration to her in his earlier tacit question to make this seem unlikely, but if he didn’t choose one of those options he would undoubtedly ejaculate all over his expensive suit, and that seemed a shame. Anne giggled a bit inwardly, amused at the fact that at such a moment she was worried about her boss’s suit, as she knelt before him naked except for her heels and fellated him with gusto. Still, she found herself a bit bothered. She wanted him to cum in her mouth --she had always loved that culmination of the act-- but he shouldn’t just assume that was all right. As his large organ continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, she felt his hands tilt her head upward again. He paused in his thrusting and he no longer exerted any pressure downward with his ...