Not for puzzy - a continuation

and then he was gone – she reached down, under her skirt to touch herself – and found her panties wet – she could feel the fabric stretched by her swollen lips – and barely did she touch it, before she started to cum – and she leaned back in her chair, feeling the waves flow over her – as she felt the throbbing, she caught movement and looked up – standing at the door, he watched as she came and she came all the harder for it.

the next day came and that day, and the rest of the week – and every day he came in at lunch, talked to her about what he was going to do to her after work – and she felt her cunt get wet at his descriptions – she had no choice she thought, but as the week went on she began to enjoy it – every afternoon she sucked him off, licked his big balls, swallowed his cum – and after cleaning him, she learned to tuck him away – always hoping he would take her – but he would walk to the door, and turn and wait as her hand went to her wetness – she tried to tease him into finishing her – lewdly showing herself as she fingered her clit, her panties pulled aside – an invitation that was never taken – he watched and waited – and as she would begin to cum, he would walk off – leaving her – letting her moans follow him as he left for home – until friday.

on friday, after he had taken her mouth again, when he was dressing, with the thick taste of his cum still in her mouth, as she began to touch herself, he told her – that come monday, he wanted to add something new – a different twist, or two, maybe – and hearing this, she pushed her two fingers hard into her open cunt – told her she should be ready for him when he came in – and as he stood at the doorway watching, she came for him – so wet it would soak into her chair – and she felt excited, and wet, all weekend long in anticipation of the coming monday.

monday came and as the day dragged on and on, she kept wondering what the twist might be – her appearance on the surface was much the same, but underneath she had dressed as naughty as she dared – the too small demi cup bra that barely contained her breasts, the garter belt and nylons she felt made her long legs look even sexier, and the barely there g-string – she topped it with a dress much too slinky for the office, but she wanted nothing to interfere with whatever he had planned for after work – she felt sexy and when he came in at lunchtime he noticed – it was almost as if he could smell her excitement – and making sure they were alone in their part of the office, he told her to stand – she did as directed and he told her to raise her skirt – and although the door was still open, she again complied with his wishes – showing him her near nudity was almost as exciting to her as having the door ajar – at any minute someone could walk by and see her flaunting her nakedness to him.

his look was lustful, but controlled – and as he rose she saw it had affected him – the swelling in his trousers belied his indifference – he walked to her and told her to grab it – see how hard it was, to squeeze if she wished and to recall what it looked like – then after an all to short grab at his swollen dick, he walked away and left her with a remembered image – his cock, large and getting larger – and the rest of the afternoon dragged – the image she recalled, the feel of it beneath the cloth – and she was in a constant state of arousal for the rest of the day – so wet she had to check often to see if she had marked her dress – and then, after what seemed an eternity, the end of the day was upon her – as she hoped he soon would be.

after she saw the last of her employees leave, she thought perhaps he had left as well – she felt anxious – but as he walked through my door, it disappeared – it was replaced by concern as she saw the stern look on his face – he left the door open and walked over to her desk and sat on the edge in front of her chair – no words were needed for what he expected – until he reached for her – as surprise registered on her face, he grabbed her tits, hard – and she heard a hint of cruelty in his voice as he said she was dressed like a slut – his hands forceful on her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing her hardening nipples – each caress sent shocks into her, his touch seemed to bring her close to cumming – and he hadn’t even touched her naked flesh yet – her nipples throbbed from the rough handling, and as he pinched them both she felt herself close to exploding – her body arched, pushing her tits closer to the source of pain and pleasure she was receiving – she was so close and then it stopped – her eyes opened to find him looking at her – and his look told her it was her turn now – it was time to give him pleasure – to become his slut – and she welcomed it.

she eagerly unzipped and unbuttoned his pants - he lifted himself slightly from the desk and she slid them down and saw what she wanted – his long thick bulging cock, hidden by boxer briefs, but the growing wet spot at the tip made it plain to see he had enjoyed himself to this point – he grabbed her hair and pulled her to his groin – pressed her against his bulge, her lipstick smearing as she lightly bit the shaft thru the fabric – his groan told her he was pleased and she moaned into him, muffled as it was – anxious to get him in her mouth, she pulled down the waistband of his shorts, and slipped them under his balls – god what a package – his cock and swollen balls right there in front of her – she sucked his hardness into her mouth – she loved licking and sucking his big balls, and big, thick cock – he tasted fantastic, and she would have sucked him off all day if she could have manage it - sliding her mouth up and down his hard cock, she was in heaven, and his moans, groans, and urging her on told her that he loved it too – but after only a few minutes of sucking him, he pulled his wet cock out of her mouth – on his feet now, his hand in her hair, she looked at his sweet cock, wet and so slick – she wanted it back in her mouth!

before she could do anything to get it back, he pulled her to her feet and turning quickly pushed her onto the desk – oh god she thought to herself – she knew what the twist was – he was going to fuck her, and god she wanted him to.