All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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End of March 1999
After two days of driving, I was finally cresting the last hill of Interstate 5 before catching a view of the city of Portland.
It was pretty typical for a city, with sky scrapers in the downtown area, lots of smaller buildings surrounding it, and many houses and apartment buildings dotting the hills and valleys along the Willamette river.
After navigating the rental van, with the accompanying trailer which carried the Green Goblin, through the narrow neighborhoods of northwest Portland, I came upon the house I hadn't seen in a few months.
It looked more like a house now rather than a bunch of apartments stacked haphazardly on top of one another. The front porch and stairs were all new and freshly painted, the siding was crisp, and the windows were all clear and clean. On the surface, all the visible levels of the house were neat and tidy. However, I wasn't around when all the finishes were put on so there may be something amiss. But for now, I was very excited to take a look.
I needed to go get the keys from Morgan, so I pulled into the driveway and unloaded the Goblin. For a '70 Chevy Nova, it held up pretty well, especially after I spent some time restoring parts of it. Not to mention the help from others I've received recently when the Goblin was being difficult. It was certainly something that would be different in a town that thrived on being different, so I wasn't sure if that made me the same as everyone.
Locking the rental truck and starting the Goblin up, I drove towards downtown Portland, hoping Morgan was in her office and hoping she was happy to see me.
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In short, Morgan was very happy to see me.
I made my way downtown to her office building, up the elevator, through the cubicle farm and up to the office door which, weirdly, opened just before I knocked.
"Hey!", Morgan greeted me brightly. She looked very much like the last time I saw her a few months ago; her wavy brown hair in a tight pony tail, and her sea-green eyes seemed to be sparkling a little. She shared more than a few facial features with her sister Leila, but had a beauty all her own.
She was dressed in a form-fitting dark green pencil skirt that went below her knees, and an equally form fitting white button up shirt, which was currently buttoned up all the way to her neck. She was wearing a dark green cardigan as well since it was a bit chilly in March in Portland.
I knew she had a magnificent body, with F-cup breasts on her slight, tight frame. She definitely got her moneys worth from her custom tailored shirts; she looked well put together as no bunching or stretching was visible in her outfit, and nothing looked squished or packed weirdly. She was the very picture of business casual.
"I've got your keys and a couple more things for you to sign and then your house is all yours," she said, stepping aside and inviting me into her office. I entered, heard the door close behind me, and felt her small yet strong hands spin me around. She crushed her lips into mine, passionately embracing me as our tongues found each other. I reciprocated, wrapping my arms around her and holding her closely and firmly. My hand went slowly southward, cupping her firm, perky ass.
Breaking our kiss, she breathed "I've been waiting for you to get here. And now I think I've waited long enough."
She pulled off her cardigan to show that, even through her shirt, her nipples were very erect. She ran her hands over her breasts, smiling up at me as she did.
"Oh, did you miss these," she teased, smiling crookedly as she lightly pinched her nipples through her shirt.
"To be honest, yes, I did," I said, mirroring her crooked smile. I started to stroke my growing erection through my pants. "Did you miss this?"
She glanced down, lingering a moment on my crotch and the large blunge my cock was making. "Yes, yes I think I did."
"Now," she said, guiding me towards a large chair in front of her desk and pushing me down to sit. "what say we get to the part of us not missing our respective anatomy?"
She started stroking the front of my jeans, squeezing my erection through the denim with excitement.
"Sounds great to me," I said. She leaned in and kissed me again before sinking down to her knees in front of me.
With deft movements, she withdrew my long, thick, and now very erect cock from my pants. They were baggy enough to allow her to take it fully out, including my balls, which she licked gently as she squeezed the base of my cock. Her hand didn't quite reach all around the base, but her gripping was heavenly all the same.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, staring at my cock in front of her face, "very nice trim job here. I like it. Makes it look even bigger." She stroked my cock a few times, her hands looking small as they wrapped around my shaft. "I wish I could take full advantage of you, but I have a meeting in 15 minutes, so we'll have to be quick."
She stood up and unsnapped the top button of her blouse.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well," she started, unsnapping the next button and placing her hands on her shapely hips, "I'm thinking I swallow this magnificent hunk of meat while I play with myself. Since time and neatness is a factor, you're gonna have shoot your load in my mouth so I can swallow it.
"And," she smirked playfully, "to make sure you're quick about it..."
She reached up and pulled her blouse apart, releasing her amazing F-cup breasts with a slight jiggle. She had on a light pink shelf bra that was barely a shelf for such enormous tits. Her dark pink nipples were rubbing against her shirt directly which accounts for how much they were standing out. Morgan ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing her nipples a bit before sinking back down to her knees.
"Fuck, you are absolutely awesome," I told her. "And if you keep talking like that, you might not need to blow me for me to finish."
"I know," she said, running my cock between her cleavage, "but then where is the fun in that?"
After a few strokes she grabbed the base of my cock and took the head into her mouth. She played with it using her tongue, sucking and flicking on the underside, which felt like it was getting me even harder.
I reached down around and cupped her breasts as best I could. Even my large hands were too small to properly handle such glorious orbs, but I did what I could, massaging and fondling them to her pleasure.
