Chapter 9

While the office was emptied of its workforce, I went around the big desk in Stewart's office, and sat on his lap.

Which had just the effect on him that I intended.

I wore a one-piece dress that day, a long-sleeved knit dress which hugged my curves but which I could wear to work as well.

The knit fabric, all pale blue, perfectly hugged my form.

Stewart hugged me, as I sat on his lap, with my warm bottom pressing his groin.

I knew how to excite him.

I put my hand on his big shoulders and massaged them. I leaned into him, pressing the tips of my breasts against his chest.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and turned up my face for kisses.

He wrapped his arms around me and covered my open mouth with his.

His tongue, thick and wide, pushed into my mouth. My tongue squirmed under it, sliding, thrusting, teasing.

As we kissed, I squirmed on his lap-purposefully.

Having those soft warm yielding globes of flesh rubbing and massaging his genitals made them tingle with animation, with new life.

Within a few short seconds, I felt his penis twitch against my buttocks.

In a few more seconds, it had grown in quivering jerks, to its fully erect state.

Then my squirmings made him squirm, as my bottom pressed his now-hard member.

I took him somewhat by surprise when I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

Once I did that, nature took its course, and he pressed my bosom, slowly rubbing my breasts through my garments.

He started slowly, tentatively, taking a few liberties at a time, hesitant as he waited for me to draw the line.

But this time, when I did draw the line, the limits that I set would be far beyond those that I normally followed and made him honor.

My nipples tingled, puckered, throbbed as they became erect.

He handled my breasts. I guided his hand to the zipper at the back of my dress.

He pulled it down slowly, opening the dress to the small of my back.

He put his hands on my shoulders and worked the garment off them. I unbuttoned their cuffs and worked my arms out of the sleeves.

The dress was now pulled down to my waist, while above it, I wore only my bra.

He rubbed the swelling breast tops where they rose out of the bra cups. They jiggled, all pink and creamy.

While he handled them, I unhooked the bra in back and took it off.

My breasts tumbled free and the bra fluttered to the carpeted floor.

He took hold of my breasts in both hands, cupping them in the palms, lifting and pressing and kneading them.

He lowered his head to my bosom and nuzzled my breasts.

I held a breast, cupping and lifting it to bring the nipple to his mouth.

His lips parted when the tip of the nipple pressed them, then he wrapped his hot wet sucking mouth around the nipple.

His swollen penis throbbed against my bottom.

After a moment of heated breast worship, I disengaged my nipple from his mouth, and slid off his lap to stand facing him.

I kicked off my loafers, then pulled my dress down off my hips.

It fell to my feet, and I stepped out of it, now clad only in pantyhose.

I said, "You've never seen me all naked, Stewart...."

"Donna-"

"Let me take down my pantyhose ... you men are so clumsy, and I can't afford to ruin this pair ... ah, here we go."

In a half a minute, I stood naked in front of this fully dressed young man, the front of whose conservatively tailored slacks rose with a massive bulge.

I let him touch me.

He leaned forward, the springs in his executive style swivel chair creaking. His hands trembled with eagerness as they reached out.

He took hold of my hips and wrapped both hands around them and squeezed.

I fondled his hair and stroked his flushed, heated face.

He rubbed my hips and flanks with long, smooth strokes, his hands moving inward.

I spread my feet, parting my legs to open my thighs for his hand.

He put his hand between my legs, and stroked the smooth inner thighs.

"Ummmm, slowly, Stewart, that's how I like it...."

"Donna, lord, you're beautiful, just beautiful...."

He was hypnotized by my body. He reached for my pussy.

I gave off a little moan when his groping fingers contacted my pussy fle.sh.

I stood between him and his desk, with my bare bottom pressing its edge.

He rubbed my pussy, leaning forward to peer at it and see how it was made, to rub the pussy lips which tingled under his touch.

I sighed dreamily. He pressed the tip of his finger against me and pushed it in a little. I moaned as his finger penetrated my pussy.

I was wet, so his finger slid in easily enough, although my tightness hugged the finger. I held on to the desk edge while I was entered.

I stood with my legs spread, holding on to the desk, while he fingered me.

When he put his finger deep inside me, then the juices really flowed. He pushed it in and out, with more juices oozing at each stroke.

I began to rock my hips, swaying them to the thrusts of his finger.

He took his finger out of me at last. It was all wet with juices.

He stood up. then groaned from the stiffness of his erection. I reached for him and fondled his penis through his pants.

I tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

He took hold of my hand and started to lead me away.

"Come with me to the couch, Donna!"

"No, dear...."

"What?"

I kept on rubbing him. "You know what I told you the only man who can make love to me, who can have my pussy, is my husband!"

"Oh, Donna!"

Before he could protest, I pressed my finger to his lips to silence him.

"Shhhhh ... darling, let me finish. You don't think I went through all this, just so I could tease you and get you all hot and bothered!"

Which is probably just exactly what he thought, and I couldn't blame him. But he was due for a real treat.

"But that isn't the reason, Stewart-I did it because I love you, and so I want to do something very, very special for you."

I continued rubbing and stroking his penis through his pants. Now my fingers found out the top button, undid it.

"I'm going to do something for you which will prove how much I adore you, Stewart!"

Now I pulled down his zipper and squeezed his member.

I looked away from him and over my shoulder. I had planned to go to my knees, but a better idea came to me, which I acted upon.

His desk, as I said, was as big as a grand concert piano. I pushed aside papers and whatnot, then swung my long legs up on the desk.

"Donna, what are you doing?! "

"You'll find out!" I promised.

The desk was formed from some dark, highly polished wood, slick and hard under me, so that my knees knocked against it.

I knelt there, facing him, with my long legs folded under me, and my bottom resting on the backs of my heels, with my head close to the desk's edge.

"Can you guess what I'm going to do, lover?" I whispered sweetly.

To make sure that he got the message, I stuck out my tongue and slowly, lewdly licked my lips so they were all moistly glimmering.

"Good gosh, Donna!"

"Come on, honey, and give it to me I'm ready!"

He pulled down his pants. The change and wallet in his trouser pockets made a heavy chunking thump when his pants fell to his ankles.

He wore a pair of sexy low-slung men's briefs which were stretched to the limits by the size of his member.

His penis stood up in stiff erection inside the pants, rising vertically, with its fat knobbed head peeping over the waistband of the shorts.

Down came the shorts, and the erection jutted at a tilted angle from his hips. Angry red it was, thick, swollen, long.

I leaned forward, so that my stiff-nippled breasts dangled down, and pressed the tops of my thighs, oozing out to the sides.

I lowered my head so that my face was level with his crotch, his groin.

I reached for his rod. He gasped, then shivered as I took hold of it.

I gripped it in both hands and squeezed. I moved one hand down the shaft to his balls, which I fingered and fondled.

The balls swelled inside the sac and vibrated with sensation.

I pressed out my puckered lips and kissed the head of his cock. More kisses covered the penis head. I nuzzled his erection. He held it now, while I rubbed my soft cheek against its underside.

I touched my tongue tip to the base of his penis. I licked my way up the shaft, following the fat blue veins wrapped throbbingly around the member.

When I was back up at the cock head, I stuck the tip of my tongue in the little hole at the cock head's top Stewart moaned some more.

I took the cock head between my lips and sucked it.

It was a fat knobbed ball of flesh which grew fatter still as I sucked it.

I slid my moist lips down the shaft, engulfing it in my mouth, taking it deeper.

I rubbed its head on the slippery roof of my mouth.

I took the rod so that it was deep in my mouth, its head nudging the back of my throat, the member boiling in the oven of my mouth.

Stewart gasped and moaned. His hands made free with my stiff-nippled breasts.

I pulled my head back, massaging my lips against the shaft, until all of it but its head emerged from within my mouth.

Then I pushed my head forward, taking the rod deep.

Stewart circled the base of his member with his thumb and index finger and rocked his hips as he worked his rod in my mouth.

I bobbed my head, meeting him halfway when he pushed his thing deep.

I caressed his rod with lips and tongue.

Here was a dream come true for Stewart, a wet dream, with a naked beauty squatting on his desk to give head and suck his cock.

His plunging grew more frantic as his lust mounted, and his rod seethed in my mouth.

The jerking of the rod of flesh on my tongue warned his orgasm would soon arrive.

I reached out and held his muscular hips while bobbing my head.

His time came, and so did he.

He plunged his penis deep in my mouth, its head bumping the back of my throat. I was open throated and took the head inside it.

My mouth molded around his squirming erection, sucking as he came.

Masses of semen spurted down my throat, as he pumped his load into me. I swallowed, gulping down the contents of each swelling gush of semen.

When the streaming semen ebbed, and the last few droplets of come oozed from his member. Stewart was shaken, shivering, satisfied-and mine.

To Be Continued....