The morning dawned the way the night had passed, fitfully. Her slumber had been filled with endless erotic images of tumescent organs in her dreams. All the penises that had filled her mouth in the last weeks filled it once again. Connors, Bart, David, Scotty, and Barbacchi offered themselves in a bouquet of hot, wet, rigid organs spilling their semen over her tongue. She licked and lapped, swallowed and sucked while she lay on her belly and pumped her aching clit over her hand.
When she awoke the urge to pleasure to orgasm was so strong that she had to bring herself off again before she rose and prepared for work. She always did it in the morning anyhow, but this morning her usual orgasm didn't seem to satisfy her. She pressed another little contraceptive pill out of the package and swallowed it, and when she left for work her erotic urge still simmered in her belly. She wondered if she could she ever get through this week to that bliss at Atherton with her maidenhead intact now that her excitement was flourishing so intensely?
Strolling through the aisles at the agency she studied the girls at their desks and the guys lingering over them. Everybody knew who was fucking who and pretending otherwise. Cassie shook her head incredulously, entered her office, slipped out of her jacket, turned to her drawing board and felt her jaw drop with surprise.
The champagne flute stood squarely in its center, the little paper parasol resting neatly over the roll of paper inside the glass. With moist fingers she lifted the parasol, pulled the paper out and unrolled it.
Hi Babe,
Been thinking (make that dreaming) about another rain-check. Last time you said we could do the whole Kama-Sutra. I'm ready to start with this.
Scotty
With an exasperated chuckle Cassie stared at the pictured pose from the Kama Sutra of the couple fucking doggy-style, slid into her chair and contemplated her predicament. She had succeeded in saving her vagina during the interlude in her apartment with Scotty by giving him so much oral and anal sex that he couldn't get it up again but he had been pestering her ever since. After her promise to Leo last night there was no way she could give in to Scotty, and right now there was no one she wanted to give her maidenhead to but Leo Barbacchi.
Gazing over her worktables she hoped for distraction from the unconquerable need roiling in her loins but of all mornings she was now faced with a pile of proofs for the Champagne Campaign. She perused the artwork with something between amusement and despair, hardly able to concentrate on the technical details while faced with these subtle images of her orgy with Bart and David.
Scanning the bubbles with her loupe she found her own turgid breasts and nipples, her own round shapely buttocks, the shadows of her parted labia, the ridge of her distended clitoris, and of course the impressions of David's erection in her mouth and cuddled between her labia. No matter how carefully she had dissected these images into mere suggestions in the graphics they reformed totally now in her mind, carrying her back to that night of wild eroticism before the camera.
Cassie crossed her legs under table bringing her thighs so tightly together that they pinched her labia between her buttocks, and then she began to squeeze her legs rhythmically hoping for another orgasm that would at last end this bothersome craving. It didn't take long. Only a few minutes of concentrated contractions with her thighs and the sweet spasms began in her vagina.
"Hi Babe," Scotty whispered as his hand curved around her neck. "Did you get my message?"
Cassie looked up at him in disbelief. She hadn't heard him enter but the arching of her neck under his hand spoke of her surrender to his touch.
"Yes," she nodded, "I got it, but I can't fuck you right now."
"Why not, Babe?" he pleaded, his other hand sliding under her arm to cup her breast.
"It's just not the right time for me."
"Crap," he groaned sure that he had timed his plea to her period. "When then?"
She glanced up at him, her gaze traveling over the distended hump of his erection under his trousers. Impulsively she cupped her hand under it. "Right now, if a blow-job will cool you off but then you have to leave me alone for the rest of the week."
"Here?" he exclaimed incredulously.
"In the darkroom."
"Okay, Babe," he nodded enthusiastically.
Scooping up an envelope of negatives she led him out of her office. Setting up their casual job chatter they wound their way through the secretarial desks and down the stairs to the photo-lab. There was nothing unusual in his accompanying her into the darkroom, but the moment he pushed the lock shut with one hand he was pulling at his belt with the other.
"I've missed that sexy sweet mouth of yours babe," He whispered huskily. His trousers dropped and his erection rose to her eager mouth.
"Well get ready to enjoy it because I'm hot for your cock right now," she muttered lowering her mouth to his ruddy lobes swelling eagerly to her lips.
"You girls get horny when you have your period don't you?" he offered happily.
"Mmmmm." Cassie returned, captured his penis and began sucking it into its full tumescence. "I want to eat your cum, Scotty," she gasped, her hand pummeling his penis into her mouth. She could feel that he was already close to coming, only a few more pumps with her hand, and some long deep sucks and she could bring him off.
"Oh, Yeah, Baby," he gasped as the lavish jets of his semen spurted into her throat, and she finished by licking the rest off the head of his throbbing erection. Scotty sighed and zipped up his pants. "You're really hot stuff, Cassie I thought you might be. Too bad you didn't let me know before this."
"If I had we wouldn't ever have put the Champagne Campaign to bed."
"I know. We would have been too busy in bed ourselves.
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