The rest of my day at work was uneventful. I taught two more classes, one of which was just administering a mid-term exam, and then I headed home to get myself refreshed for my evening with Jennifer. Our lunchtime quickie had left me craving more.
I got to Jennifer's around 6:45. She was clearly not in the mood to fuck around. As soon as her front door closed behind me, she guided me up against the wall in her foyer and dropped to her knees. This get-together was starting in a very similar fashion to our meeting earlier in the day.
"Did you shower after work?" she asked, fumbling with my belt and zipper.
"I did. Wanted to be all nice and clean for our evening together."
"Good. I haven't had enough wine yet to be tasting my ass on your dick." She engulfed my still only half-hard cock, taking it all the way down to the balls and savoring it for a few seconds. I could feel myself quickly becoming fully erect thanks to her talented mouth and throat. I placed one hand on the back of her head, lightly grabbing her hair and gently pressing her mouth back down onto my cock.
"No!" she said, with a sharp slap on my hand. I was a bit surprised, but also more than a bit turned on. "You decided you wanted to be in charge earlier, so I'm taking over for now. No touching. Just stand back and let me have my fun."
After explaining how things were going to go, Jennifer focused on getting my clothes fully removed. First she removed my shoes and socks, tossing them aside carelessly. Then she forcefully pulled my jeans and boxers down, indicating that I should step out of them. My now rigid cock bobbed in her face while all this happened. She teased me by breathing heavily on the head.
"Shirt, too," she ordered. She was really wearing her boss face this time around. I complied quickly.
Now entirely exposed in front of my lovely plus-sized boss, I stood back against the wall as she had told me to do. I folded my hands behind my back to resist the urge to touch. Jennifer remained fully clothed, adding to the power dynamic. Her massive breasts bulged enticingly in her sexy black turtleneck that was at least a size too small.
Maintaining eye contact with me, Jennifer went to work on my cock. At an agonizingly slow pace she worked me all the way into her throat, until my balls rested up against her chin. I almost lost control when I felt her tongue snake out between her lips and tease my balls. She pulled me out of her mouth equally slowly, leaving a strand of saliva lewdly bridging the gap between the head of my cock and her wonderfully hot mouth.
The connection was broken as she started to slowly stroke my shaft, first with one hand and then with both. She stared up at me the entire time, my face likely an equal mix of pleasure and desperation. I needed to cum, badly. I had thought all afternoon about our plans for this evening, and I had known better than to jerk off and deprive Jennifer of her cum. She was a demanding boss.
"Does this feel good? My hands, my mouth, my tongue... do you like this?" She maintained a steady pace jerking my dick with both sexy, chubby hands.
"Yes, Jennifer. I love it. I'm gonna cum so hard for you."
"I don't know if I should let you right now. You were a very, very bad boy earlier today. Remember that?"
"I do." I was loving every second of this. "I remember."
