DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 9--10

... long screech through gritted teeth as Sandra convulsed through her orgasm.

Orgasms, even as wonderful as they are, can't last forever. All too soon Sandra's small hands were pressed to my forehead, trying to push my mouth from between her legs. I refused to budge and continued rasping my tongue across and around her clit while my fingers continued to fuck her pussy. Sandra's cries of orgasm changed to pleading cries for me to stop savaging her clit. Sucking her clit between my lips for a few final hard licks sent her into fresh convulsions before I finally let loose and raised my head from between her thighs. Sandra froze in place, blowing out a long, relieved moan as my fingers exited her hole.

Gasping ragged breaths, Sandra's head dropped onto the mattress as her body went limp. She didn't move as I slid up her body for a soft kiss. My kisses and her shortness of breath kept her quiet until, with a soft sigh, she whispered, "Mmm, that was... God, wonderful doesn't even describe it."

"And I'm going to do it again and again," I replied.

"I don't think I'll survive the night," Sandra replied, then laughed, "But what a terrific obituary I'll have,'She died from having an orgasm.'"

Now that Sandra had recovered from her orgasm, she picked this moment to show that her strength had returned by rolling me onto my back. Hands pinned my wrists above my head while I was assaulted with kisses and nuzzles to my neck. Now I was the one making soft sounds of enjoyment as ...

... Sandra kissed her way to my breasts. Hands fondled me while fingers pressed into my soft tits and molded them into hard mounds. A sucking mouth and gently, and not so gently, biting teeth made my nipples ache.

While one hand and Sandra's mouth continued to play with my breasts, her other hand made my stomach muscles quiver as it began a slow slide toward my mound. My legs opened at the touch of her fingers on my pussy lips. As Sandra began doing to me what I'd done to her, I closed my eyes and the strangest fantasy began playing out...

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Much later, while Karen Carpenter sang about needing to be in love, Sandra and I relaxed while sitting on my couch. Sharing a blanket. Sandra made a scoffing sound and waved her snifter of cognac towards the stereo, "Love... How many men have you met that's in love?"

"In our line of business? Not many."

Sandra reached to clink her glass to mine, "Got that right! Besides, give me a hefty bank account and Cupid can suck his own dick."

"I thought you had a hefty bank account."

"With what I have to pay for my condo? Not even close. I need to sell that albatross and get something like you have here."

Sandra tilted her head quizzically and grinned, "So? Are you going to make me ask who'Danny'is?"

"How..."

"It's hard to miss the name when you scream it out while you're in the midst of an orgasm I gave you."

Oh, my God... My cheeks burned with embarrassment and Sandra laughed hysterically.

"I can't believe I ...