Thursday evening, Bret was back at his club again, working. He'd taken Wednesday off -- it was really getting quite hard working all day, first at Falkner and Foster and now here -- but his conscience had forced him back tonight.
"Hey Boss!" a well-known voice exclaimed as his door opened and a peroxide-blonde looked inside, "you busy?"
Without waiting for an answer, Stacey sauntered into the room, looking good enough to eat. Her impressive tits had somehow been forced into a black top that -- from the looks of it -- should have impaired her breathing severely as it was much too small... which of course only made her oversized bombs look even bigger. The top ended just above her navel, showing off her slim stomach. Her skirt was plaited in red, dark green and black and combined with her heavy, black make-up and knee-high black vinyl boots and black stockings she seemed like an evil schoolgirl. Tuesday, she had been an 'innocent' little girl, today she was a blown-out dark minor. Bret loved it! Just like she knew the audience would...
"Eh..." he said, staring a bit at her before finding his words, "depends... what... what did you have in mind?"
"Well," she flashed her dirty smile, so full of promise, "I'm going on-stage in fifteen minutes..."
"Okay..." Bret said, not comprehending.
"And I was thinking... how
hot
it would be to go out there and dance for all the guys... right after you'd fucked me." She looked into his eyes, her own dark and inviting. One look at her, and Bret's ability to resist was sapped, and he could only nod his compliant acceptance, his dick already hard in his pants.
"I..." he began, not even knowing what he was going to say. He didn't seriously think he'd be able to turn down one of the hottest girls he knew -- even if he wanted to. And he certainly didn't want to!
"Hmm..." she didn't pay any attention to his weak attempt at protesting and walked further into the room, running her hand across the surface of his desk, "Tom's desk... I've always wanted to do it on it." She smiled down at him, the challenge clear in her eyes.
Bret nodded slowly and stood up, pushing his chair back. Her smile widened as she walked around the desk and stood in front of her boss. She snapped his laptop shut, pushed it aside, freeing space for... other activities. With a quick jump, she sat on his desk, looking oh, so tempting. Her skirt had ridden up, showing off her sexy thighs. While staring into his eyes, she slowly licked her lips and pulled the hem further up, revealing her completely naked pussy.
"Oooh," she breathed, "she's missed you..." Her right hand slid down between her legs, rubbing her little, hairless honeypot. Bret stared transfixed on her fingers as they explored her own secret folds, until she lifted her hand off it again and held them up to her mouth. With a wicked smile, she licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of her own juices.
"Mhm..." she sighed in clear enjoyment, "want a taste?"
Bret didn't need to be asked twice, and soon his face was buried in her ready snatch, eager to taste her once again. She smelled as good as he remembered, strong, musky, feminine -- he loved it! The smell was only the beginning, of course. He stuck his tongue out and softly touched her, licked her delicious pussy, getting a taste of what he'd already come to love: a woman's nectar.
"Ooh, Boss," Stacey gasped, only too happy to have found a man who enjoyed licking her. It felt so good! Soon, he once again found her clit and began teasing it, just like she wanted, just like she loved.
"Oh, my God!" she panted, loving his attention, "oh Boss!"
Damn, why didn't I come in here half an hour ago?
she cursed herself after a few minutes of inyense enjoyment. She could have spent forever enjoying his tongue -- but she needed to be on stage soon!
"Mhm, Boss..." she forced herself to say, "we don't have much time... and I need to feel your big cock in me before I go out there!"
He looked up at her, wet around the mouth and with a huge, excited smile. A woman
needing
to get fucked by him!? Hell yes!
He stood up and with overly quick movements, he pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his cock loose from its constraining cotton-prison. Having learnt something from his girls, he found a rubber in his wallet (that he'd put on the desk when he started working) and put it on, ready for action!
"Oh yeah, big boy!" the blonde stripper whispered, her eyes alive with desire as she eagerly spread her legs a little wider to grant him easier access, "come and take me!"
And suddenly her tight cunt got filled by him, filled to the brim! He didn't have much subtlety, he didn't have much experience -- all he had was an all-consuming need to feel her, feel the pleasure she could give him.
"Ah!" he gasped as her softness yielded to him, and he pushed all the way into her in the first, hard stroke.
"Umf!" she grunted, her expression becoming a little pained. He was big, she was not, and she wasn't quite wet enough for his hard assault.
Not that Bret noticed -- he just took her sounds as a sign of arousal and pulled out before thrusting into her again... and again. She felt so good!
"Oh God, Stacey," he panted, looking down at her hot body beneath him. Her big tits shook every time he pushed himself into her. God, that was sexy!
Her head rested on a stack of papers, her mouth halfways open, panting. The pain she'd felt at first was being replaced by pleasure as her body adjusted to his large prick, and she began moaning in desire and need. Her improvised pillow of Bret's work-documents was slowly sliding off the desk, but neither of them noticed, they were far too caught up in the moment to notice such trivialities. To do it here, in his office, on his desk that squeaked and creaked to the rhythm of him pounding her needy little cunt was incredibly erotic to the both of them.
"Mhm," she smiled up at him, looking into his eyes and seeing only a deep longing for her and her body, "so good, Boss!" She could feel the orgasm slowly rising in her body, the old, well-known feeling. It felt good, it got better but somehow, for her, it very rarely went over the edge into that mind-numbing bliss she'd experienced with him two days ago. She wanted it again. No, she
needed
it again!
Bret's problem was somewhat different. To him, the orgasm was only too near -- she simply felt too good. He had to hold back, had to get turned off despite the fact that he was fucking this near-perfect woman.
Brian Keller,
he thought desperately, recalling one of his friends from school. His face, his hair, his stupid little beard -- everything to hold back!
Brian... and Thomas. Sitting at the cafeteria... magnificent breasts, so big, oh God!
He thought and reached out and grabbed one of them through her top, mauling it.
So good... big and soft. I love her body, it's just -- NO! Brian and his stupid beard, oh God...
It was a losing battle. A young, in-experienced man like Bret versus Lil' Stacey's body -- no doubt where one should put one's money.
