Anthony walked out of the bathroom, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He tied his ancient red dressing gown around his waist, and sat on the swivel chair in front of the computer. He switched the machine on, and stared bleary-eyed at the screen as it went through its start up routine. He heard the door shut as Brandy went in to the bathroom after him.
Anthony began checking his emails, emitting the occasional grunt of frustration, and tapping in the odd terse response. He rubbed his unshaved chin.
He felt Brandy's hands on his shoulders, and assuming that she was on her way out of the flat, turned on the chair to kiss her goodbye. He was slightly surprised to see that she wasn't dressed yet, but was still wearing her red silk gown.
"Haven't you got to be at work soon?" he asked.
"No hurry this morning," she replied, and turned him round to face the computer again. She gently massaged his shoulders as he resumed perusing his emails. After a while, she slipped the gown over his shoulders and began kneading the flesh quite firmly. Occasionally, she kissed the nape of his neck.
"Mmm," he muttered, half irritated, half enjoying the attention. Brandy's hand reached around his waist, and pulled out the cord of the dressing gown. "Pack it in," protested Anthony. "I'm trying to work!"
Ignoring these protests, Brandy sat on Anthony's lap and began kissing him deeply on the mouth. As she did, she slipped the gown off his shoulders.
When she felt Anthony begin to respond to her kiss, she got off his lap and stood behind the chair. She grabbed his wrist, and tied it with one end of the dressing gown cord. Then, she tied it to his other wrist, securing both to the upright of the chair behind his back. Finally, she opened his dressing gown completely.
"Mmm, not very impressive," Brandy commented, looking at the state of Anthony's cock. She let her own gown slip to the floor, and stood in front of him, wearing nothing except a pair of black panties. She sat on the desk, and began to stroke her hands over her body; over her legs, inside her thighs, and over her substantial breasts. She was pleased to see Anthony's cock begin to twitch.
She licked her forefinger, and traced it around one nipple and then the other, until they were both erect. She continued to do so as she slipped the other hand inside her panties.
Suddenly, she swept the paperwork off Anthony's desk, ignoring his protests. She slipped off her panties, and climbed on the desk, on all fours. She looked at Anthony over her shoulder, and again licked her fingers. Reaching between her own thighs, she began to finger herself.
Anthony was evidently responding to the show, as his cock had now achieved a creditable erection.
Brandy hopped off the desk, and knelt in front of Anthony. Parting his thighs, she gently began licking the tip of his cock. She progressed to working her tongue over the entire length. She gently sucked the head until it was entirely in her mouth, and began working her lips up and down the shaft, gently cupping the balls with one hand. She made sure to use plenty of saliva, and Anthony's rigid cock with soon wet with it.
When she felt his cock begin to twitch as though he might cum, Brandy abruptly stopped, and stood up. She straddled him, pushing her breasts into his face. She allowed her pussy to brush against the cock head, but resisted his attempts to penetrate her.