The Return of Darren

This is a short sequel to one of my other stories, Darren...Soo Convenient. Reading it will give you a bit more insight.

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'Well, that went easier than I thought', I said to myself as I stepped onto the empty elevator and proceeded to call the office.

"Oh, Hi Jennifer! It's Victoria. We got the account. Would you please forward them the final drafts please. I'm going to lunch, and then need to run an errand or two, so I won't be returning today."

"That's great news Miss Petersen. I'll let corporate know. Have a pleasant lunch!"

I wished I could have taken more credit for landing this account, but we had the help of another client that furnished a very respectful recommendation. I may add that wearing a sexy, classy, sophisticated, business suit didn't hurt either, including nonchalantly showing off my gorgeous legs. On the elevator ride down I smoothed out my just-above-the-knee royal blue pencil skirt, yet again. The lift car had mirrors in it so I could also check that the back seams of my 100% nylon faux vintage, all-beige, full-fashioned stockings were perfectly straight. Oh yes, pardon me, the rest of my attire.

In addition to my tight fitting pencil skirt, a matching blazer over a slightly lighter blue, ruffled collar and cuffed, satin blouse. Underneath, my nylon's are held up with one of my wide, smooth paneled, 12-strap garter belts, and my tiny a-cup breasts are at home in a c-cup bullet bra. Of course, high heels...all the time, as in ultra-glossy, 5" high beige pumps. I love how blue and beige go so well together.

My hair is a shiny platinum white, in a semi-modified Marilyn Monroe updo. The side bangs are coiffed inwards, while my brow line bangs are bushed up and back, incorporated into my remaining waves, with a tightly-pulled swirl bun on the back of my head, hence the modification.

By the time I made it to my car, my panties were thoroughly soaked. Thank the lord I always carry extra's. Knowing I was going to meet up with Darren for lunch while at the sales visit got me so excited. Three years ago he called off our so-called discreet relationship, but yesterday, he contacted me and said he would like to try again, even though he has a girlfriend away at college. I looked at my phone's incoming message...'Suite 423...please don't be late.' Being in building management, he has access to a master key, hence the empty office suites. He always got us at least a semi-furnished one in the past.

"Mmm...You taste just as heavenly as you did three years ago darling", as I squat before him in my high heels, holding onto his pitch black, 26 year old hips, still holding my clutch purse in my left hand, while my 54 year old lips, tongue and mouth pay homage once again to his equally black, young,10 1/2 inch diamond-hard shaft as he leans against the desk. "So, how do I deserve such beckoning sugar?", as I continue to kiss, lick and worship every throbbing inch. Enveloping his bell end with my glossy lips brings my pussy to leaking.

"Dear God, Victoria! Let's just say I've missed your beautiful slut face all over my big dick more than I thought, and watching you gulp down every drop of my niggercum etched in my fucking brain, and leave it at that for now. Deepthroat me you...you...you beautiful prim-and-proper whore!" My pussy explodes at his words.

"Mmm, I truly missed bringing you off with my mouth all these years. It would be my pleasure baby. I'm so glad you still shave." Just an FYI, I despise getting hair in my mouth or on my lips. I proceeded to suck, kiss and deepthroat his shiny black cock to climax.

"Fuck!! You're still the best cocksucker I ever had, you filthy rich white bitch!"

"Oh Dear God, Yes!" was the only thing I said when I briefly removed him from my mouth, only to take him to the root once again, while my fingers gently rolled and played with his nutsack, my pussy and ass flooding my satin panties. He grabbed my head and I said, "If you insist holding my head in place, please be gentle, I just had my hair done. Do you like it?"

"I fucking love it you...don't change the color. And those legs and high heels! I'm gonna lose it you beautiful white bitch!" All I could think of was all the mammoth loads he fed me in the past, and was hoping he was still the amazing cum-producing cannon that he was.

"Cum for me Darren!" I grabbed his pulsating member at the base while lip sealing his luscious flared bell and the next thick inch. His explosions ballooned my cheeks out, one after the other, swallowing quickly between ropes, wanting him to fill my belly with his cheating, precious sperm. When I thought he was done shooting, he surprised me and jetisoned a small rope toward my lips, but I slurped it up like a spaghetti noodle before it had a chance to land.

I continued for some time cleaning his cock and balls off when he stated he had to get back to work. "Too bad baby, I was hoping for another round before heading to the stores. Does this mean I can suck you off regularly...just like the old days...hmm?" as I beam him a full, glowing smile.

With semi-hard cock in hand, he taps my face with it..."You have any plans for breakfast tomorrow Miss Petersen?"

"Oooooo, it all depends what's on the menu young man!"