Anne loves to give
Anne's smile emanated from her red lips as she sat across from me in the interview. She was intelligent and witty. She was not stunning but good-looking, with big dark eyes, a curvaceous body and thick hair. I studied her mouth as she answered our questions, and I nodded and smiled. We shook hands, and I offered her the job as my assistant.
From her first day, we worked well together and rapidly became friends. She loved to talk, and she would tell me all the things about her life. Most mornings, we would chat about her life. She was endearing and that made me want to listen to her. Sometimes she talked too much, and I would laugh and tell her to get back to work.
Anne liked to talk about times before she was married. She told me that she worked in marketing for a famous sports club and loved being surrounded by men. Anne told me about her travels. She said she liked to travel alone as it was easier to meet people. Some of her stories got a little risquΓ©, like when she had a threesome with two guys she met.
I looked at her and smiled. I finished my coffee and got her back to work. As she walked away, I thought about her having sex with two guys, and the thought stayed with me for several days. Why did she share that with me?
A week later, we were having drinks with a group of work colleagues, and I asked her if she liked having the threesome, and she said she loved it. She told me that she especially loved sucking them both and graphically described giving them blowjobs. I listened to her and was instantly aroused. She was genuinely lost in the description and continued as if I wasn't there, describing how she licked them both together, how one was bigger than the other and how she rubbed them on her face. She described how one of them came in her mouth and how full her mouth was. How the other stroked and came on her breasts but she wanted to swallow him too.
When she finished she looked up at me with her big dark eyes. I really wanted to unzip my pants. She then continued by saying, "my boyfriend, Pete, doesn't like being sucked."
I was a little taken back. I looked at her, "well, I could always help you out?"
She laughed and looked into my eyes.
We were busy with work over the next few weeks. Working late with a lot going on, and I was very stressed. Late one day, she came into the office wearing her short skirt and black stocking and was leaning over my desk as I was writing some things on a whiteboard. I turned and saw her stocking leading up to her garters. I knew she was wearing sexy lingerie underneath, and the sight of her turned me on immensely. Her lower lip curled as she saw me looking. I put down my marker pen and walked right up to her.
She looked at me and said, "I really do miss it, you know".
She put her hand on my waist and fell to the ground. I didn't hesitate to unzip my fly. I was already semi-hard as her hands entered my underwear and guided my cock to her lips. She slowly stroked me as her tongue licked my length. I was rock hard in minutes as she went to work licking, kissing and sucking. She moaned in pleasure as I slowly started to fuck her mouth. As I grabbed her hair and started to fuck her mouth harder, she moaned more. I undid my belt and lowered my pants. She looked up at me as she re-engaged my cock. It didn't take long before I started to swell and drip precum. I was ready to cum, and she could feel the impending climax. She took me out of her mouth and pleaded with me to cum in her mouth. I reached down and stroked my hard wet cock into her mouth. Almost instantly, I came, and she swallowed it all. As I finished, she put her lips around my cock and sucked every last drop. She looked satisfied as I passed her tissue, and she wiped her mouth. She left, and I went home.
The next day we drank coffee and chatted--just a general chat about people and some story about her mother. I went back to work, and the following week flew by. I met Pete when he came to a work function. Together Pete and Anne looked like a very happy couple.
A week later, she sat on the couch, chatting with a colleague in my office. I was sitting at my desk working. As they talked, she slowly let her skirt rise to expose her stockings and underwear. I watched her and the guy she was chatting to, and he was constantly looking at her legs. The more they talked, the more her dress slid upward. From my angle, I could see her pink underwear.