The Businessman - Sex Stories

The Businessman

... distended in obvious arousal. "Oh, my god!" she gasped as his tongue probed her. The smell of musk was in his nostrils, strong and heady. There was a tiny hint of urine in the aroma, a bit of butt sweat too, but mostly it was her sex he smelled. He realized now why his wife never liked him to go down on her, because her pussy always smelled... well, used. Sandy's was clean, pure, and utterly delicious. Her smell was strong but gentle at the same time, and her taste was thick, a bit metallic, a little salty. He found her vaginal opening and shoved his tongue into it, probing and wondering if he'd be able to detect a hymen. He couldn't, but that meant nothing. He brought his fingers into play, one on top with his thumb caressing her clitoris, teasing it out of its hood. The other hand came from below, prying apart her lips to give his wriggling tongue better access. "Uhhhh!" she groaned, feet again on the edge of his desk so that she could push her hips up, trying to increase the contact between his mouth and her crotch. Closing his lips around her clit, he thrummed his tongue over the nubbin while his finger began to poke into her. She was tight, but there was no barrier, and he slowly worked his finger all the way into her. "Uh! Uh! God!" she cried out as he slowly finger-fucked her, feeling wetness trickling out of her. The orgasm came almost as a surprise. He felt her pulsate, and tense, and then she was quivering, drawing back her knees and jerking. He rode it out, and ...

... when she relaxed he dropped lower to lap up the juices she had expelled. On impulse, he licked lower, finding her rosebud. Analingus was something he'd never done before, had never thought of doing, but it felt so right to do with her. Her juices had run down to coat her puckered asshole, and though there was a slight smell of sweat there, there was nothing to hint at anything dirty. He probed into her rosebud and she stiffened with a cry. Her feet left the desk and rose into the air, her hips rotating back to give him better access to her ass. When he returned his tongue to her pussy, her heels came down to rest on his shoulder blades, pressing in an urging motion. Her hand found his hair and ran through it, occasionally tugging at his head when he licked a spot she particularly liked. He finger-fucked her again, curling his finger in search of her g-spot. He brought his other hand down and used a finger on her butthole, her juices making it easy to slip into her. "Oh, my god!" she cried even louder, hips churning. The combination of his tongue on her clit, the finger in her ass, and the finger in her pussy finally connecting with the nerve cluster he knew had to be there sent her screaming into another orgasm. He wondered if other people in the building heard her, and he didn't care. She came harder than he had ever known anyone to cum, and when she was done he eased back gently, slowly, knowing how sensitive she had probably become. Finally he lowered her legs and smoothed ...