Rick Reynolds here. The last time we spoke I related the tale of my 18 year old black lactating secretary, Jasma. I ended up fucking her over the office bathroom sink while I milked her swollen fat tits all over the mirror and the sink basin.
Well, the next day I regretted the whole thing. Exciting as it was, Jasma is my best friend's daughter, and I'm more than twice her age. I resolved to apologize profusely when the office opened for business.
"Jasma, I'm sorry we got carried away yesterday. It was all my fault, and it will never happen again." I began with emotion.
"I liked yesterday. A lot." Jasma cooed as she stood before me. She wore a skin tight black sleeveless shell top and black tight ski pants that couldn't hide her prominent camel toe. Jasma's warm brown skin smelled of cocoa butter.
"In fact, I liked it so much, I didn't wear a bra today." she whispered as she began to rub her thin shell-encased tits all over my dress shirt.
"Look, we can't-" I began, but now I felt a warm sensation wetting the front of both our shirts.
"Ooo- I get so horny when I leak." rasped Jasma, and her dainty little hand unzipped my slacks and began to stroke my hardening cock.
"Uuhh." I gasped with eyes closed, and my hands reached up under her sodden top of their own volition.
"Rick-I can't take this ache- suck my milk." Jasma moaned, and she began to pant and stroke my prick with renewed vigor.
Moaning in delirium, I pushed up Jasma's shirt and bit wildly at her leaky dark areolas. Warm jets of teenage tit milk squirted down my throat as I suckled her distended black teats.
"Shit-I'm gonna cum!" Jasma wailed. I looked down and saw her pumping my engorged cock right towards her coffee cup.
With a gasp of sweet relief, I spurted thick ropes of hot jism into Jasma's morning coffee.
My face was coated with warm milk, and I rotated back and forth between Jasma's fat nipples as our orgasms subsided.
Suddenly, both the ringing phone and a car pulling into our lot told me it was time to go to work.
"No more! Please!" I rasped as I wiped my face and straightened my tie. Jasma sat down to answer the phone, but before she did so, she guzzled down her cum-coffee with a wink.
The rest of the day we were too busy in our insurance office for any hanky-panky, as a stream of visitors kept us apart.
The last visitor of the day was the Mayor's wife, of all people. This stuffy pillar of the community asked to use our rest room, and Jasma strolled over to me with a sexy sway as we heard the door lock.
"You must be ready to explode." Jasma whispered, as she knelt down between my thighs.
I motioned to the bathroom door in alarm, but Jasma raised her finger to her lips to silence me.
With a lustful gleam in her eye, Jasma pulled my aching cock out of my slacks and lowered her hot, wet mouth over the head. I noticed her red lipstick leaving pucker points on my crown as she smacked lightly on the tip as she began to talk in a whisper again.