"Would you come in please, Heather? I have some additional work for you." David Smith released the button on his intercom.
"Certainly Mr Smith." came the soft, pleasant tones of his secretary. The door to his plush office opened, and Heather walked in. David allowed his eyes to roam over the 21 year old brunette, from pleasingly wavy hair to stiletto shoed feet, covering the simple white blouse and black knee length pencil skirt fitting closely to her slender body.
"How can I help you Mr Smith?" Heather asked, brushing a lock of wavy brown hair away from her grey eyes.
"It's the usual work I'm afraid, Heather." David said, rolling his chair back from his large mahogany desk.
"I hoped it would be." Heather said, her full, pink lips lifting in a smile. She stepped around the desk, to stand behind David's chair. Her hands ran down his chest, heading straight for his crotch, gripping the growing bulge. Unzipping his trousers, Heather moved in front of him, slipping open the top two buttons of her blouse. David's hungry gaze locked onto the shallow cleavage between Heathers small, pert breasts.
"You are gorgeous Heather." David breathed as she opened his smart, tailored trousers, one slender hand reaching inside his underwear, pulling his stiff cock clear.
"Thank you Mr Smith, it looks like I've given you a rise this time." she smiled, gently tugging him.
David gripped the arms of his chair as her warm tongue flicked across the tip of his cock, followed by her soft lips. Heathers mouth engulfed his shaft, her nose nestled into his pubic hair. Her teeth lightly grazed his skin, making him moan. David stroked her hair back from her face, looking down as she sucked and licked him. One hand cupped and rolled his balls, pulling on them gently occasionally. He felt her breath hot on him as she pulled him clear of her mouth, licking along the underside of his cock, down to lap at his balls, her hand moving to stroke the head of his shaft.
They both jumped as the phone on David's desk rang. He placed on hand on Heather's head, keeping her mouth on him as he answered.
"David Smith. Oh, hello darling." he looked down at Heather, rolling his eyes in exasparation. She smiled, and turned her attention back to his cock. He fought to keep his breathing normal as her tongue flickered at the sensitive triangle just below the head.
"Yes, I'll be home on time this evening. That sounds great. Do you mind if I speak to you later, I'm just in the middle of a very detailed debriefing, and we're at quite a critical point. Ok? See you later then. Love you too." David put the phone, releasing Heathers head.
" A critical point?" Heather asked looking up, holding David's cock against her cheek.
"Oh yes, very critical." he nodded.
"Then I'd best get back to work Mr Smith." she dropped her head, taking his whole length into his mouth, slicking his shaft with her saliva, her lips closed tightly around the base. Heather pulled her mouth back up him, her teeth just catching under the ridge of his cock-head. He stifled a groan as she sucked hard, her cheeks pulling in as her fingered gripped him tightly. He felt himself swell in her mouth, and he exploded. Heather expertly milked him with her fingers, collecting his cum on her tongue. Letting his softening cock plop wetly from her mouth, she knelt up, her face close to his. Swallowing his load, she licked her lips, buttoning her blouse. David leant back in his chair as Heather refastened his trousers.
" Thank you Heather." he said reaching out to squeeze her firm ass. "Your work was perfect as always. Perhaps you can accompany me on my next conference.
"Always a pleasure Mr Smith. I'm sure I could be of valuable assistance to you while you're away." she winked, letting his hand roam her ass and thighs, before leaving the office. David breathed deeply, imagining finally getting Heather somewhere quiet, where he could fully explore that delectable body.
Driving home, David could only think of Heather's hot, wet mouth slurping his shaft. As he pulled onto his driveway, he adjusted his suit jacket to disguise his semi erect cock.
"It's me, Alison." he called out to his wife, as he turned to lock the door. Turning back, he was greeted by the sight of his wife, Alison, standing at the bottom of the broad staircase. At 43, she was three years older than him, her ash blonde hair, cut into a bob. At that moment, he only had eyes for her voluptuous 36d-28-34 figure, clad in a tightly laced black leather bustier, thong and spiked heel shoes. Alison walked towards him, her curved hips swaying seductively. David felt his cock rise to full hardness as she opened his jacket, taking hold of his tie.
"Your coming with me." Alison breathed, her voice husky. She led him upstairs to their bedroom, pulling on his tie. David noticed the dressing table chair sat in the middle of the floor, pieces of soft rope laying on the king size bed. Alison loosened David's tie, throwing it onto the floor. Gently, her fingers slipped under the collar of his expensive shirt, moving to the top button. With a swift movement, she tore the front of the thin cotton shirt open, popping buttons, dragging her long nails down his chest, smiling and moaning softly. Her hands reached the waistband of David's trousers, and she deftly unfastened them, dropping them to the floor. Alison roughly tugged down his underwear, then pushed him back to sit in the chair.
Picking up the rope, Alison tied David's hands behind him, and his ankles to the chair legs. David's cock was slick with precum, the head swollen and purple.
