Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

... hands. His expression somehow was clear. It asked, “May I?” Anne felt warmth at the unspoken question. She managed to murmur, “Yes,” around his cock, and she was able to explore it a bit more calmly in the pause. She swirled her tongue around the head, fluttering it as she did. As she probed the opening in her head with the tip of her tongue, she felt him start, and it was clear that he was close to the edge. Anne decided that she would see if she could make him cum on her own, without his thrusting or head holding. She bobbed down on his cock quickly, almost frantically, and using her right hand she stroked it in time with her lips. Her left remained between her legs, rubbing her sensitive pussy. Her boss was making inarticulate sounds as she sucked with almost animalistic abandon, and as her hand jerked him off into her mouth. “Miss Burlington!” he moaned in between his groans, and his fingers entwined themselves in her hair. Soon she achieved her goal, and she felt his cock stiffen and shoot jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. Some of it went straight down her throat, but enough stayed in her mouth and on her tongue that she was able to taste him. He tasted wonderful. Salty yet sweet. Musky and somehow healthy. She continued to suck and swallow even as her hand continued to milk his member, and his orgasm lasted longer than she thought possible. Soon, every lick she provided provoked a shudder and a tremble, until he pulled out of her mouth, saying, “Enough!” Anne ...

... did not, however, want to let his cock go just yet, and she pressed it against her cheek, feeling it deflate a bit against her skin. She sat up a bit, and saw that there was still a drop of semen beading at the tip of his cock, and she licked it up eagerly, enjoying her handsome boss’s essence. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. He was spent, and his mask of supreme control had loosened just a bit. As he became aware of her gaze, his expression reverted to its usual aura of perfect dominance, and he smiled at her warmly. “Miss Burlington, you have performed admirably, and I see no reason to jeopardize your no doubt bright future in this firm at this time with a letter in your file.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, and it was clear that he enjoyed the incongruity of his seemingly professional and pompous words with the reality of the situation. Anne stood up, conscious of her nudity in a way that she hadn’t been when she had been servicing her boss only moments before. The erectness of her nipples was pronounced, and she did not want to look down to see if her pussy, and even her thighs, was visibly wet. Her recent enjoyment of their interlude was being replaced again with her earlier embarrassment. “You may return to your duties, Miss Burlington. Please get dressed. You will no doubt dress more carefully in the future,” he told her, as she crouched down to pick up her blouse and skirt. His assistant, the coolly beautiful Carol Jones, had earlier taken ...