I walk through the office with the confidence born of purpose--high heels clacking on the tiled floor, short skirt brushing against my thighs. I walk into your office and close the door behind me and flip the lock. You look up from your desk, with a shocked expression on your face that says, "What the hell are you doing?" as eloquently as words. Before you can formulate your protest at this invasion, I approach your desk chair, spin you sideways and drop to my knees before you.
"Michelle, what on earth," you splutter, as I reach for your zipper and begin undoing your pants. In spite of your shock, your cock is hard and as I tug at your clothing, it springs out inches from my face. Any objections you have are stilled as my lips descend, taking the head of your cock into my mouth. I run my tongue around it and you gasp. I have wanted to do this to you for so long. I run my warm, wet tongue up and down your shaft over and over and you grab the arms of your chair hard enough to make your knuckles white. I linger a moment to tongue that sensitive spot at the juncture where your cock joins your balls and then gently take your balls into my mouth and roll them on my tongue, enjoying the full, tight, fuzzy feel of them. At this you moan and your hands move to my cheeks. I shift to take your cock into my mouth in one swoop. Your hips buck involuntarily as your cock hits the back of my throat. I move my head up and down, my lips stroking your cock, my tongue rubbing it in long slow wet strokes.
"Oh God, Michelle" you moan. I reach my hands under you, cupping your ass and pulling you close, diving my throat deeply onto your member. I feel it swell and then the sweet/salty warm gush of your load is flowing down my throat. Your moans grow softer as I continue sucking you gently until I am sure I have savored every last drop of you. You lean back in your chair and look down at me amazement and satisfaction glazing over your eyes.