"He's big enough to look after himself," she said, tilting the seat back. And to look after me when he's done, she though to herself. "Maybe I'll give him a little treat if he's good."
"I'm always good." He smiled, wondering what she could have in store for him.
Her seat was all the way back now, and she decided to make sure he was still writhing. She leaned forward quietly, and moved in close. She softly ran her tongue up the side of his neck, and tickled the inside of his leg.
"I wasn't talking about you." She breathed, her fingers running circles around the tip of his steel rod. He almost shot his load right there.
She lay back down, facing the door. She slid forward in her seat, pushing her dress up so that he could almost see her sweet, athletic, but most of all, her bare ass. But not quite. She lay that way for a while, occasionally shifting her legs, or adjusting her dress, just to keep his attention on her. She rolled on to her back, so that it was now her pussy that was almost exposed. It was already damp, but when she saw her boss checking her out, she felt a tingle and her juices started to flow.
She watched surreptitiously as he stole glances at her, edging ever forward, trying to lean over at every stop. He knew she had no bra on, and he couldn't see a panty line. Had he seen it? Just caught a glimpse before that light turned green? He wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste and smell it, but mostly he wanted to pump his meaty tool into it. He promised himself that he would fuck her married pussy, if it was the last thing he did. His cock was aching, it hadn't softened since she had whispered in his ear, almost an hour ago. He was tempted to slip it out and give himself some quick relief right there and then. They stopped at another traffic light, Willy adjusted his pants, tugging at them and trying to relieve the pressure on his engorged dick head. Julie lifted her leg to let her dress ride higher, giving him more reason to ache. He was about to pound the gas when she whacked the glove box with her knee, and it flew open. Maps and CDs flopped out and as he quickly reached over to grab them and close it up again, she pretended to wake up, groggily. Hearing her move, he looked over to her, realising that he had placed his hand in the space between her legs. He held his breath, as he tried to look past his arm. Just as he was about to move it for a better look, Julie slipped forward some more. His fingers brushed bare flesh. He was sure, now, that she had no panties on, but even the merest of chances to see her warm, wet pussy slipped away as she sat up and slid back. She smiled, and looked at his well muscled arm.
"Not the part of a man I want between my legs." She joked. But not yet, she thought. Willy closed up the glove box and sat up. Luckily, no one had been behind him, because the light was at red again. His cock was still trying to tear through his pants. He tugged at them roughly.
"Aww, poor Willy, did I do that to you?" Julie asked innocently, looking down at his bulging pants. "You know you shouldn't think about a married woman that way, Mr Cockburn." She leaned over again, whispering, "I'm glad you do, though." She was running her fingers along the length of his still stiff prick as she said it. She grabbed it tightly, still breathing on his neck. Her soft lips touched his ear lobe, sending a shiver down into his crotch. "I think," she mouthed, almost silently, "That I'll have that drink now."
Her hand stroked up the length of his sheathed weapon, from the bulbous head, slowly, softly, all the way to his churning, aching balls. She easily unfastened his button, and watched as his zipper rolled down under the pressure of his stretching pants. Her hand slipped into his pants, down past the waistband of his shorts. As her hand reached his big balls, she flicked her tongue out along his ear lobe, sucking it in. She felt his balls twitch. Grabbing his shaft, she tried to slip it out of his pants, but it was like a stone column. Her boss wasn't waiting any longer. He tugged his pants down until she was able to free his tool, which slapped hard against his stomach. Julie grinned. She loved the effect she was having on him. She cupped his balls, bringing them out into the open. She gently stroked the big orbs below his manhood, encircling each one in turn with her fingers. She ran the tips of her fingers up the underside of his shaft. He moaned with pleasure, but kept his eyes on the road. She leaned forward, taking his huge, hot cock in her hand. Starting to stroke gently, her pussy soaked, her head reached the bulbous head of her boss' massive member. There was a large drop of pre cum already oozing from it. Julie was about to lick it off, but decided to tease a while longer. She was having fun. She hesitated for what felt like an eternity, Willy wanting so much to push her head down. Still stroking his steel hard tool, she watched another blob of pre cum form on its bloated end. She breathed a hot breath onto it, making it jump with enough force for her to lose her grip. Mr. Cockburn gasped as it slapped against his belly, little spots of pre cum splashing onto his shirt. She leaned further forward, her hand moving back to his shaft, she was face to face with his cum heavy balls. Pumping her fist up and down his long, thick dick, she watched again as his balls writhed in front of her. Breathing her hot breath on them, she slid her lounge out and gave one of them a quick lick. Willy grunted. He was having major problems holding back. He knew that Julie was in complete control of him, but is could blow his load all over her any time now. She took a massive nut into her hot mouth, rolling her tongue around it. As she heard the moan that escaped from the mouth of her employer, she thought she could feel the pressure in his testicles rising as he held back the torrent that was sure to arrive. She let the mouthful of nut drop, and slid her tongue along to the base of his pulsating prick. Her tongue flickered quickly around the underside of his cock, but only gradually did it move towards the swollen head. He moaned and grunted, willing her tongue to reach his most sensitive part, while gradually she came closer and closer. Just as he thought he would surely feel his cock head meet her skilled tongue, she grabbed his powerful tool at the base and moved her head back. She pulled his manhood away from his dry-cleaned shirt and blew another hot breath over the bulbous glans and watched as another blob of pre-cum formed at its slit. This time, she leaned forward, her mouth opening. Mr. Cockburn shuddered as her lips finally touched his huge, swollen cock head. He shook again as her tongue slid over the slit, gathering the copious pre cum from it. More formed, but ran down to her lips, still pressed against his sensitive, sizable cock head. Mr. Cockburn had been waiting for this, and he was holding back with all of his will. Julie's tongue slid over the slit of his cock once more, throwing him into ecstasy. She had the taste of him on her now.
But her phone was ringing. Calmly, she sat back and reached into her purse. Her boss looked about ready to blow. She looked down at his still pulsating tool, a red lipstick circle around the head, where hee lips had just been.
"It's Jake. He'll worry if I don't answer. Keep quiet and you'll get your reward." She winked, "Don't think we're done yet!" Willy grunted. He was right on the verge, and she was going to tease him some more.
"Hi honey, just on our way back." Mr. Cockburn couldn't make out what her husband was saying.
"I think Mr. Cockburn is going to feed me. We got the contract, but he's feeling pretty frustrated right now. There's some big issues in front of him right now." She placed her hand on the biggest issue and started to stroke.
"I might be able to relieve some of the pressure. I don't know if I should just take matters into my hands like that." She let go again, and reached into her bag once more. He took out her hands free kit, and clipped it to her ear, switching to it. "Well, they have their own ideas, and if we want to continue to get their contracts, we should at least pay them lip service." She leaned over and quietly sucked in the head of his cock.
"Mmhm." She said to her husband as her boss cock head slid out of her hot mouth. "But we don't want them to think we're suckers." She looked up at her boss and winked. He tried to keep his eyes on the road while her mouth descended over his cock head once more. Her mouth completely enclosed his engorged cock head and she swirled her tongue around it. She sucked as she raised her head, and his dick came out with an audible POP.
"No, I wouldn't say he was putty in my hands." She put her hands around his generous girth and started to rub her saliva over it. "No, I think he is quite a handful. I think I know how to make him stand up and take notice, though." She lowered one hand, cupping his scrotum. "He's got some balls, Jake! Those guys never stood a chance!" She bent her head down and tongued those balls, slobbering and nibbling at them.
"Here he comes. Oh, thanks Mr. Cockburn, you shouldn't have!" Mr. Cockburn grumbled, still doing his best to stay quiet and stop himself blowing his load.
"He's bought me a popsicle!" Julie smirked at her boss, looking at him along the full length of her "popsicle".
"You've unwrapped it, I hope its one with a creamy center." With that, she slurped hee open mouth along the side of her bosses huge man meat, tongue flicking along the bottom of it.
"I don't think I've had one like this before. It's got a purple bit at the top." She took the head in her mouth and sucked loudly, tasting the pre cum still oozing from it. "Mmm," she said, cock still in her mouth, "Tastes goood." For the first time now, her lips moved past the head his cock. She slipped her tongue out and sucked loudly, her bosses giant cock head touching the back of her throat. Mr. Cockburn willed her to take it deeper, take it all. For a moment, it seemed she would, but with another loud slurp, his meat slipped free, and he was left frustrated.
"Oh!" She squealed, excitedly, "He's got nuts! What kind? Can I taste them?" Not waiting for an answer, she started licking at Willy's big nuts,nibbling at his scrotum.
"Hot nuts! My favorite!" She took one in her mouth at a time, rolling her tongue around them.
"Damn," she said, turning her head to the base of his this shaft, "My popsicle's melting." Once again, she slurped at his cock. Playing a stucatto rhythm as she made sure her husband heard every inch. When she reached the top, she licked her lips and said,
