How am I supposed to think straight when he's sitting right beside me looking hot as hell? I swear just the sight of him makes my panties wet and my IQ drop. Currently, he's driving with his left hand and rubbing the head of his cock with the right. Using his thumb, in circular motions, through his tight jeans and all I can think is that I really, really wish he'd let me do that for him. Hell, I'd settle for just looking at it, well, and maybe kissing it a little.
My thoughts wander, and before long...
I walk into his office and he's sitting in a chair at the desk, with his pants around his ankles. His legs are spread and he's stroking his perfect cock.
He stops when he sees me, reaching for his khaki dress slacks and stuttering an excuse.
"Save it," I tell him, winking as I close the door and step further into the room.
"You look like you could use some help," I observe, standing between his legs and slowly releasing the buttons of my white Oxford. Tossing the shirt to the floor, I reach under my dress, removing my panties, and squatting down in front of him.
"Sshhh," I whisper, holding my index finger to my lips.
Leaning towards him, I kiss the tip of his cock, dipping my tongue into the slit, then, swirling around the head. His erection is massive and I have to work it in slowly as it stretches my mouth and jaws wide. He tastes sweet and salty at the same time and the combination is incredibly addicting, making me suck harder and faster, wanting more. I circle his hard length with my hand, and begin to stroke while I suck hard on the head of his cock. His legs start to shake and tighten around me, signaling that he's close so I increase my efforts. He moans low and deep, his back arching, pushing himself deeper into my mouth as he squirts down my throat...
...Uh oh! He's talking. Shit! I wasn't listening, I was too busy daydreaming. Just nod. That's right, nod and smile. Don't think about how good his pants would look on the bedroom floor. Well damn, here we go again...
I chose him from the male escort site because of his sexy smile, none of the others could hold a candle to him and he's even more handsome in person as I let him into my apartment.
He makes small talk while he undresses but I'm completely entranced by the flesh he's slowly revealing. He probably thinks I'm mentally challenged because I can't decide whether to look at his eyes or his mouth and my eyes move rapidly between the two.
"How do you want me? You choose," he announces, and thank goodness, I'm looking at his mouth.
Clearing my throat, I reply. "On your knees."
I scoot to the edge of the bed, place a pillow behind my head and recline back, spreading my legs.
He drops to the floor and wastes no time sinking his tongue into my folds. His skills are undoubted as he laps at my pussy masterfully, sinking his fingers in my opening, making my legs shake and my body tense, readying for release. My breath comes in pants, my moans of pleasure growing louder. His musky scent wafts up to me, having completely taken over my senses.
I feel the earthquake and the stars explode into fireworks as he curls his fingers inside me and licks my clit...
