As you sit typing, you begin to notice some tension in your shoulders. A should massage would feel great right about now, you think to yourself.

Just then, you feel someone gently place their hand on the back of you neck and pull your hair over the back on your chair. You feel two very strong, large hands on your shoulders, their thumbs on either side of your neck, starting a slow, circular motion right where it hurts. Ahhhh, that feels great, you think to yourself. The hands work their way down a little, gradually making larger circles.

Ohhh, this feels wonderful. The hands seem to be enjoying the softness of your red silk blouse.

The thumbs quickly find your bra straps, almost as if they were drawn to them.

They slowly but firmly start following them up and down your back. Your breathing gets shallower as your body reacts to their touch. One of the thumbs gets to the top of your shoulder and gently slides down to your ample breast. It's index finger then delicately finds your nipple, which has started to get hard, then starts drawing circles, increasing in size until it ends up on the underside of your breast and gently cups and squeezes it. You slouch down in your chair as your body relaxes, let out a approving moan and spread your legs to keep you from sliding out of your chair. With one hand, you place it over the one cupping your breast, gently squeezing your approval.

With the other, you quickly pull your full-length skirt over your waist, exposing your gorgeous silk stockings and panties, which have a rather large wet mark, showing off engorged soft edges.

You quickly run you hand inside the panty waistband and run your fingers over you sopping wet softness. You then feel a tongue run up behind your ear and hear someone whisper in your ear, "You smell absolutely wonderful and taste even better." "You...

ahhhhhh..have not even.... OOHHHHH..gotten to...

the good parts....

yet", you reply, in-between your moans.

With that, you insert two fingers deep inside yourself, making sure that they get covered with your sweet love juices. You quickly pull them in and out a few times in an desperate attempt to satisfy your needs.

You clamp down on them and slowly pull them out, wishing they were a large, pulsating, rock-hard length.

As you raise your sticky fingers to your ear, you say "Taste this..

". A tongue greets your fingers and quickly devours them. After they are toyed clean, you explore the mouth of your new found friend, running over his tongue and teeth. As you remove your fingers, he replies, "Mighty tasty.

Can't wait for more.." "There is plenty more...... where that came from..", you murmur, breathlessly.

"Mind if I get some more?", he whispers into your ear. "Please do. I could....

Ahhhhh....use the help.

" Your body convulses as wave after wave of orgasms washes over you. Your hand returns to your yet-to-be satisfied softness and his tongue returns to toying your neck. As his one hand follows yours to your moist softness, the other finds the buttons on your blouse. It swiftly unbuttons enough to slide inside and delicately feels your heaving breast. Your body jumps a little as his thumb runs along the edge and eventually inside your lace bra, stopping at your rock hard nipple. "Your....

skin...

mmmmm...

is soooo....

mmmmmm...

tasty. I can't...

aaaaa....

wait to...... toy....

and ....and....

suck....

ooooo...

on your.. delectable... tits.

" You quickly remove your hand from your softness, pull your blouse out from your skirt, unbutton the few remaining buttons, unhook your front-hook bra and grab both of his hands and place them under your breasts.

With that, he pushes you down farther, allowing him to run his tongue from your neck down to your succulent breasts.

He finally gets a good view of your ample breasts. "The ..ltlickgt.. perfect..ltslurpgt...

size..

ltslurpgt..

for.. ltlickgt..

sucking on.ltslurpgt....

" "That...

oaaahHAHaaaaaoo.....feels...ooooHHHoooo... WONDERFUL!" As he runs his incredible tongue over your breasts and chest, you slowly run your hands through his hair, pulling his head to your chest every so often.

"I ..WANT ...your length....NOW!...

PLAY ME....

NOW!" With that, he leaned your chair back up, pulled it out from the desk and turned you around. Facing him was a woman with her blouse and bra wide open, her legs spread wide, her velvety skirt up over her waist, her panties soaking wet, her red lips demanding his throbbing thingy.

He leaned forward, putting his hands on the top of the chair, placing his legs between yours.

She looked up at him and quickly groped for his belt. She runs her tongue over her bright red lips as she removes his belt and unzipps his pants. Looking deep into his blue eyes, she searched the tent that was his pants and found the tent pole.

"My, oh, my, I.... think I found what I am looking for", you say as you wrap your hand around his sweating love tool.

"Mind if I...

get a taste?", you ask, batting your longblack eyelashes.

"Please...ahhahhahh....

do.....", he retorts, noticing that her breasts are at full attention. While keeping your incredibly deep green eyes trained on him, you slowly extend your tongue to the underside of his very engorged manhood. You deliberately run your tongue all over his beet-red, vein-popping love rocket, pausing whenever you hear him groan. You then remove his tool from your mouth.

He whimpers, but you reassure him, "Don't worry, the best is yet to come." You grab his thingy, slide a bit down in the chair, pull your drenched panty aside, directing him to your waiting soft edges. You slide the head of his length up and down your smooth personal place, causing you to gasp in anticipation. Using your legs and arms, you grab his soft place and legs, driving him deep inside you. Taking his ferocious thingy deep inside your slippery folds causes you to scream out, "PLAY..ME.....HARDER!!" You grab the back of his neck and pull him to you, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth.

Your tongues intertwine, locking together. Your hands run up and down his strong back. You want him inside you, completely. He thrusts, pushing you closer to the edge. In slow motion, he withdrawals almost completely and then thrusts into you like a jackhammer, shaking you to your core. You gripe his pocket rocket tightly with your moist, soft folds and whisper seductively into his ear, "Fill're up, cowboy.

" He runs his large strong hands down to your waist and then to you nice soft place, lifting you out of your seat.

Turning around and sitting down in the chair, he states, "Ride 'em, cowgirl." You squeal in excitement as you rhythmically start bouncing up and down on his marble-like length. The sounds of your play fluid lubricating his large tool and your moans and groans fill the air. Your nostrils flare as you take in the intoxicating smell of sex that fills the room. You place your hands on his slightly hairy chest for balance as you alternate your motion between bucking bronco and slow grind as he gently kneads your breasts.

Suddenly, he then places his hands around the small of your back, stands up, pushes the chair away, turns around, turns you over, forcing your forearms onto your very uncomfortable keyboard, which you quickly push off your desk. "HEY, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT ----".

Before you can finish, he spreads your legs, grabs his thingy and slams it inside your raw, aching softness. You are not sure how much more of this you can take.

He forcefully grabs your hips and jabs his unit in and out of you from behind. His grunts and groans tell you that he is close. You do your best to bury your face in your arms as you feel him ram you like a Mack truck, every withdrawal feeling like the incline of a roller coaster and the subsequent thrust, the thrill of the descent. After what seems like hours of shear bliss, you sense his length and body stiffen, filling your spent softness with his sweet nectar. He collapses on top of you.

The feeling of his warm, sweaty body rubbing all over your back feels wonderful, even though you can feel his spent tool shrinking and his liquid gold teasing inside you. Exhausted, he climbs off of you and turns you over. "How....was..that?", he asks, after catching his breath.

As you sit on your desk, in a pool of his cum and your juices, playing absentmindedly with your engorged personal place, you slowly take a look at his sweaty body, his pathetic shrunken unit thinking to yourself that size can be very deceptive, you reply, "You ....give....

very good......

massages." "Just for.... your information, I am.....

not done." Much to your surprise and enjoyment, he pulls your soft place closer to the edge of your desk, pulls off your panties, spreads your legs and buries his head between your legs, driving his tongue and fingers deep inside. You grab the back of his head and cross your legs around his head, squeezing him tightly, unsure about how much more of pleasure you can take. The roller coaster of pleasure continues on, awash in waves and waves of shear delight.

The sound of him sucking you dry is almost more than you can handle.

Soon, you are on the brink of over-stimulation and you release him from your leg lock. "I..

ooooooo.think...

you....

have..ahhhhhhhhh...done quite... mmmMMMMmmm... enough.....

for today." "Very glad .....to have ....

been, ahh, of service." Holding up her drenched panty, he asks, "Will you....

be.... wanting these......

back?" "No...

You can... keep them.

As......

a reward", you smirks. He bunches it up in his hands and takes a deep whiff. "You.....

smell delicious and..... taste even better." Sticking a finger inside your raw softness and then slowly sucking on it like a lollipop and running it over your lips, you respond, "Yes, I know...".

"Maybe, we could get together later sometime?", he asks, sheepishly. "Most definitely....."