He stood up, shook his legs, stretching them one-by-one. Then he just stood there. Once again, we were caught in a tantalizing gaze. He reached towards his sex and shifted it. It wasn’t subtle. I saw the length grow and move its way down a good portion of his thigh. Damn.

“Hey,” he startled me, “What are we doing?”

“Don’t talk. You’ll ruin it,” I moved my way towards the window and out of the spell of his raging cock. The blue glow engulfed my skin, I was covered in light, but the color provided a sense of seclusion.

He followed me to the window. He paused before wrapping his arms around my waist. He pulled my back towards him, and I felt his growth pushing into my back. He gently pulled my hair to one side and nuzzled into my neck. He began kissing me along my clavicle and up behind my ear. He shifted my hair again and rolled my head forward so he could continue kissing around the back. I felt tingles down my spine. I hadn’t noticed initially, but his other hand had moved it’s way into my shirt; several buttons were undone, and he was tracing from the bottom of my chest to the top of my skirt. With each movement, he got a little higher and a little lower. Meanwhile, the other hand was grasping my neck and chest, gently pushing me forward.

I reached towards his leg, groping his thigh. I started at the knee and worked my way towards his sex. But just as he was teasing me, I would stop short and work my way back down to his knee. It was then that I noticed the door to the room was open, and quickly fearing being seen by some random party-goer, I stopped, stood up, and faced the door. He was caught of guard for a moment before he realized my reasoning. He paused for a moment, questioned me with his eyes, (not his words). I nodded, and he quickly rushed to shut (and lock) the door.

I walked to the other side of the desk. I met him halfway this time. I could feel my heart beating in my chest; there was no use hiding it anymore. He knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I reached for my purse and pulled out my cell phone. I opened the camera and quickly snapped a photo of him standing before me in all his voracity. He blinked and gave me a strange look. I smiled coyly and put my phone down (for now).

He sauntered towards me, unbuckling his pants. I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of my shirt exposing my chest. They were ready for attention. My shirt slipped off my shoulders and settled down by my feet. He took a moment to take me in. His hand came and cupped my breast, aggressively squeezing it and shifting it in my bra. I stood there watching the sparkle in his eyes. He liked what he saw.

He pulled the sweater over his head and tossed it towards the chair. His chest was perfectly chiseled. I think my eyes widened in awe. He reached behind me and with a quick flick, my bra unclasped. He pulled it forcefully from my body and tossed it aside, never shifting his gaze from my supple breasts. He licked his thumb and rubbed it across my nipple. I felt them harden and point longingly towards him. He smiled, pleased with himself. He cupped my breasts again and then worked his hands up to my neck. He kissed me again, harder this time, before turning me around to face the desk. His hands moved down my spine and landed on the top of my skirt, before slowly unzipping it. My skirt fell to the floor. I was naked, except for the strappy high heels. His hand touched the back of my knee and masterly worked its way up the back of my thigh and landing on my ass. It felt amazing.

I needed to assert myself. I was not the toy, he was, and he was still wearing pants. I turned around and unbuttoned them and pulled them down over his ass. His underwear was tight and hugged him in all the right places. I questioned whether or not I wanted them off, but finally decided I needed to see the massive erection I was responsible for. He slipped his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. As he did, his cock bounced a little showing me just how hard he actually was.

I wanted it in my mouth, so I got on my knees and began to breathe on the tip. I could feel him trying to stick it in my mouth, but I wasn’t done teasing him. I let my tongue touch his shaft softly at first. I probed at the base before licking my way to the end. He was starting to breathe heavier. I pressed my lips together and pushed his thickness into my puckered lips and into the front of my teeth, not letting him in. He looked down at me and realized just how devious I was. He wanted it. He wanted my mouth. So I paused and began to fondle his balls with my fingers distracting him from my mouth. It was then that I engulfed him shoving him deep inside towards my throat. There was no way he was going to fit. I managed to get about half of it in before I could feel myself begin to gag. Fuck. He spilled a little and I could taste his sweetness. I pushed him back and pulled him forward varying speed and intensity. He moaned softly as not to be heard, though the music was loud enough to drown a scream. With his cock still in my mouth, I reached behind towards the desk and found my phone. I pulled up the camera and handed him the phone. He started taking photos of him fucking my mouth. He seemed to like it and took several. I grabbed my phone and threw it towards the chair. I reached around to his ass and dug my nails in. He thrust himself into my mouth so hard I almost choked. He only lasted a mere 5 minutes. His cum filled my mouth. It was warm and a little salty. I let him finish. His hands were holding my head in place. I could feel it spilling out the corners of my mouth.

When he was done, I walked over to the trashcan and spit everything out. He stared at me, a little confused, maybe even a little hurt. “Sorry, I only swallow for my boyfriend,” I shrugged and gathered up my clothes and began to reassemble everything. There was a decorative mirror hanging on one of the walls, so I was able to address all the issues that may have given me away. I was cold towards him.

He gathered his clothes and got dressed too, “Boyfriend?” he asked disappointed.

“Yea, boyfriend. No worries,” I smiled cheerfully. I started viewing the photos he had taken. I picked a good one and sent it to my boyfriend. I took a swig of the jungle juice, spit it out, and took another large gulp. I touched his arm, looked him in the eye, “Thank you for that,” and walked out the door in hopes of finding my boyfriend sooner than later. I needed him so badly.

[to be continued]

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