Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Nicole and Her Businessman, Part 1

... can't stand here all day. I pull my jacket shut to hide my erection. I'm walking a bit sideways; it is so huge, and my boxers are as wet as if I peed in my pants. I am mind-fucking her with every step I take. Will I cum in my trousers? I don't care. He's in front of me. I can't talk . My lips are frozen. My eyes are a blurry, teary mess. I am tearing. Why? I need him so badly. Does he even see me as I see him? Then I notice his jacket, the bulge sticking out beyond, thrusting forward. I can't stand it and start rubbing my thighs together. Oh fuck! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I grab the counter top and lean into it; my knuckles white with the strain. I swallow little gasps and gulps of the air. It rolls up into my breasts, through my pussy, into my ass, down my legs. My thighs are drenched in my cum. I can smell my sex. I don't care if he does. I want him to know! Is she OK? What's the matter she's so flushed? He looks at her inviting cleavage and can't believe his eyes. Her chest above her breasts is fiery red, the red of sexual excitement. He looks into her glistening eyes; the pupils are wildly dilated. He leans in toward the desktop and then catches the bouquet, the aroma, the unmistakable smell of a woman in climax. Oh fuck! He pushes his cock up against the desk front, catches his breath and says, "Hello, Miss Amorino, it's nice to see you again. Have you been well?" Her voice is high and thin, not what he remembers as her usual throaty, sultry sound. "Uh...Why, why, Yes ...

... sir, I'm very well." Her heart is beating frantically. He knows, he knows I'm cumming right in front of him. He'll think I'm a silly schoolgirl. How can I do this? When I masturbate, I never cum like this. I never produce this much juice, never! I'm soaked. "Your room is ready, Sir, Mr. Herbert. Welcome back. It's the room you prefer sir, the luxury suite on the top floor. Correct?" I see she is calming down some. Her chest is still a warm red, and the tantalizing scent of pussy fills my nostrils. I now remember her extraordinary tits. How sultry she is, the blush of her cheeks, her dark eyes and brows, the lush, full lips and white teeth. I see a woman to lust for, to seduce. "Yes, I'll go on upstairs now and freshen up. Will you be on the desk this evening later?" I look into his eyes curiously, trying to discern a meaning that he only hints at to me. "Oh, no sir, not this evening. I'll be back at noon tomorrow and will be on until 10 PM." I reach forward and take her hand to shake it good night. I want any excuse to touch her. I see her trembling. I see her upper lip with little, shining beads of perspiration on it. Whatever had hit her, hit her hard. I am amazed by her passion so close to her surface. I want her to cum for me like that. "Till then. Good night, I certainly hope you rest well," he said. I want to reach across the desk and grasp her behind the head and pull her lips to me. I want to slip my hand below her blouse neckline and feel the nipples, the heft of her ...