"Oh, I think I feel the creative juices beginning to flow. You're right, this is good therapy for writer's block." I could do little to hide my excitement. The anticipation was killing me and Sara knew it.
"You know how I love your creative juices." Sara laughed aloud again and pulled my ass closer to the front edge of the chair. Motioning for me to lift myself up she pulled my pants and boxers down paroling my cock from confinement. Taking the tip of her tongue she traced the inside of my leg until she reached my scrotum and finally on up to the head of my cock. She tarried, licking around the head finding that little reservoir that generally gives a preamble of what's to come, no pun intended. Sara loved giving oral sex as much as receiving it. As I man I can always tell when a woman blowing me really wants me to cum, and when she really doesn't. Sara was on a mission.
Her mouth engulfed the head of my cock and slowly and deliberately she began moving up and down my shaft. She tossed her long hair from side to side and moaned and slurped with the uninhibited glee of a porn star. She knew I loved it. Her hands ran with abandon across my torso, inside my legs, massaging my balls. Wrapping her fingers around my cock she masturbated me into her mouth while continuing her magic with her mouth and tongue. She stopped long enough to look into my eyes. The giddiness of earlier had been replaced by a hunger and determination.
"Cum to Mamma baby, don't make me wait."
She never looked more beautiful. Resuming, she intensified her efforts and I could feel that wonderful familiar pressure building. As I began to cum it excited her more and she pumped my cock faster and faster into her waiting mouth. My entire body felt spastic, as my orgasm seemed to go on forever. Finally I was spent and Sara released my cock from her mouth pausing to give the head a final kiss. Just a trace escaped the corner of her lips, which she seductively licked it off and smiled. Standing and turning to leave she loosened her shorts and dropped them at my feet with her panties quickly following. Pulling her halter top off as she walked out of the office toward our bedroom she turned and grinned.
"I think you have your story now. Let me know if I can be of more help."
Sara left the room, my eyes following her perfect ass and noticing the wetness glistening between her legs. Rushing after her I knew she was right. I had my story. I would type it all in later. For now, however, I had an idea for another storyline I wanted to work on.
