The following Monday morning I came to work, my dick was sore as hell. I lost count of how many times I jerked off over the weekend as I relived the Friday afternoon in Jean Merryweather's office. By Sunday night I was shooting blanks.
Before I started to pick up where I left off with my work on Friday I went out to the shop and put in a request for some samples to show Jean. I figured I would give her a few options to choose from. The foreman told me they were straight out in the finishing department and I might have to wait till next week. I was hoping they would be ready this week so I could return to see Jean again and fuck her silly, but I begrudgingly said that next week would be fine.
The day came and went in a blur; we were really busy this time of year. I didn't realize it was after 6 when the boss told me he was leaving and asked me to lock up when I left as I was the last one in the office. I booted up my Auto Cad program and took out my measurements from Jean's office and the sketches I made for her. As I started to draw up the office and added the couch and conference table I started to get aroused thinking of what had transpired there the Friday before. Since nobody was around I slid my pants and underwear down my legs and slowly began stroking my sore cock as I clicked the mouse with my other hand. The more the office came into focus on the computer the faster I stroked and soon I was shooting a small load of jizz all over my desk. I cleaned myself and my desk up, plotted the drawing out and went home.
The week went by fast and I was pretty well occupied by work and didn't spend much time thinking about Jean and managed to leave my cock alone the whole week and the weekend as well. Finally the foreman called me on Wednesday to tell me my samples were ready and he would leave them on my desk. I couldn't wait a minute more and immediately put a call into Jean's law office. The receptionist picked up after 2 rings and I franticly searched my memory for the girl's name. It finally came to me as I pictured her pretty face.
"Hello, is this Gretchen?"
"Yes, how may I help you sir?"
"This is Mike Dupree calling for Ms. Merryweather. I was in the office the Friday before last."
"I recall Mr. Dupree, Ms. Merryweather is in a meeting at the moment, may I take a message for her?"
Shit I thought.
"Ok tell her I have the samples and drawings for her office and I wanted to stop by and show them to her."
"Well her schedule is pretty well booked the rest of this week, how does the same time Friday afternoon as the last time you were here, will that work?"
"Yes, that works for me I guess I will see you Friday."
I left her my cell number in case something changed.
That night it took the ultimate self control to not jack off, I wanted to save myself up for Friday. I had no doubt in my mind that we would end up having sex again. I drifted off to sleep with an aching hardon as visions of fucking Jean danced in my head.
Friday afternoon finally rolled around after what seemed an eternity. I hopped the subway and made my way to Ms. Merryweather's law office. I entered the reception area and was warmly welcomed by the pretty but chubby Gretchen. She asked me to have a seat and told me Jean was on another conference call but shouldn't be long. I was casually dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and I caught Gretchen stealing little looks at me, maybe she knew what I was really there for.
The wait was only about 5 minutes of which I chatted (and flirted a bit) with Gretchen. Jean emerged from her office down the hall and came into reception to greet me.
"Mr Dupree, thank you for making time in your schedule to come see me. I can't wait to see those wood samples."
She was professional all the way. She was dressed far more casually than the last time, in a pair of designer jeans and tight fitting long sleeved knit shirt with a generous amount of cleavage showing. Her grey hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
"Gretchen please feel free to leave early, I think just about everyone else has left for the day, you shouldn't have to hang around just for me."
"Thank you Ms Merryweather, have a good weekend. It was nice to see you again Mr Dupree."
"Likewise Gretchen take care."
"Right this way Mr. Dupree."
The 50 year old Jean sauntered towards her office, wide hips swaying seductively before me. She entered the office fully, no blocking the way so I could brush up against her large breasts this time. I followed her in and she closed the door behind me. All of a sudden she dropped to her knees in front of me, rapidly undid my jeans, pulled them down to my ankles and stuffed my flaccid dick in her mouth. The whole effort took less than 5 seconds and I was so surprised it took another 5 seconds for me to realize what had just happened. She was sucking hard on my pole, and it was rapidly reacting to her voracious mouth. I wasn't in her office for 30 seconds and I was hard as a rock already. I dropped my bag with the samples and drawings by my side. She pulled her mouth off and looked up at me.
"I've been thinking of sucking your cock all day, I couldn't wait a minute more."
She just as quickly buried my hardness deep in her throat. She was sucking me hard and very noisily, no doubt anybody walking by outside could hear thru the door we were next to; she obviously didn't care or was certain we were alone. Taking her lead I began moaning loudly as well. She was slamming my cock in and out of her mouth rapidly and had a suction grip on it.
"That's it Merryweather, suck my cock...suck it hard...OHHH fuck!"
I took her head in my hands and pushed my cock all the way into her throat and held it there. I felt her tongue reach out and lick away at my swaying ball sack.
I was getting close to cumming so I pushed her off my cock, she did not look happy. I reached down and gruffly took her big tits in my hands. I could feel her hard nipples thru the knit shirt. I moved my hands up to the shoulders and pulled the shirt downward and over her breasts. I left it around her arms and she was trapped somewhat, although she could free herself with little effort if she wanted. I stepped towards her, took my cock in hand and slapped it against her face.
"You like sucking my cock don't you?"
"mmm, I love sucking your cock, stick it in my mouth so I can suck you some more!"
"I want to fuck those big titties of yours first, lie down and take your top off."
She quickly pushed the shirt down around her waist and pulled her bra off and lay down on the wood floor. I knelt over her face and stuck my cock back in her mouth to get it wet once again. She bobbed her head up and down and I felt her tongue glide all over the head in her mouth. I pulled it out and rubbed it all over her flushed face before moving down and straddling her chest. She took her big heaving tits in her hands and I slid my wet and hard dick between them. Her tits felt soft as pillows as I fucked my 8" tool between them. Jean would lean forward and try and lick the head as it popped out between her mounds. I felt the urge to cum come over me once again so I moved up and pushed my cock between her lovely lips. I drove my cock right into her throat, pulled out and slammed it in again. She was moaning as I pounded my dick into her mouth like I was fucking her pussy. I felt my balls tighten and my load enter my shaft. I pulled my spit slicked cock from out of her mouth and started to rapidly stroke it. I practically screamed as the first jet of cum shot like a rope across her face and into her hair. The second and third issues covered her nose, cheeks and into her right eye. As my cum diminished I directed it over her chin, lips and open mouth. Upon finishing I pushed my sensitive cock back into her mouth where she sucked hungrily, draining my shaft of anything left inside.
"Holy Fuck that was some cock sucking you just gave me!"
I rolled off her and lay down on the floor. She leaned over and continued to nurse on my still hard prick.
