It was late afternoon on a Friday and my motivation was definitely waning so Margie's visit was timely. We had an open concept work environment so whenever she stopped by it had to appear completely professional despite what the nature typically was.
"Are you taking off soon?" she asked.
"Unfortunately, no," I replied, "I've got almost another hour."
"Would you be able to help me out with something?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied, knowing exactly what that something was. She walked away and I made like I was finishing something up, not that anyone was likely paying any attention to us. By the time I got up, she was just disappearing around a corner so I headed that way. I followed her at a distance until she ducked into a remote focus room where it was unlikely we'd be interrupted. I slid the frosted glass door closed as I joined her then turned and she was immediately in my arms. She tended to enjoy kissing a bit before we got to the main event whereas kissing Lindsey was rare though she was the one who had originally initiated this little workplace diversion.
As Margie and I were making out, my hands briefly caressed her sweet ass before I started to open her jeans. There was never the luxury of time when it came to our workplace activities as there was always the chance of being interrupted. I slipped a hand into her jeans and caressed her pussy through her panties, feeling the texture of her trim bush then the warm heat emanating through the material. She was obviously incredibly worked up and I didn't want to just make it worse so I slid her jeans down a bit further then slipped my hand into her panties. There were many occasions when she'd be wearing a dress or skirt while we were in this situation which made things just a bit easier but I didn't have any issues with maneuvering inside her jeans and I did have a significant amount of practice by this point.
"I can make you cum like this if you want," I said as I lightly caressed her clit since she'd pulled her mouth from mine to gasp softly.
"You'll still make me cum with your tongue, though?" she asked breathlessly.
"Of course," I replied with a smile, "I'd never miss that opportunity."
"Okay then let's do it," she said so I continued to alternately caress her clit and slip my finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Her face was pressed against my neck and her hips were moving rhythmically but she managed to keep from moaning, which she'd told me previously was never easy but was required if this was to continue working. I knew that she was really fired up and that it wouldn't take long for her to cum which is why I'd suggested getting her off this way first. I really enjoyed eating her pussy so I didn't want her cumming too quickly once I started doing that. I figured a quick manual orgasm followed by a longer build-up to an oral orgasm was a win-win for her and would probably work in my favor as well. I'd be able to enjoy eating her pussy for longer and she'd be eager to reciprocate. Whether she blew me or wanted me to fuck her, I knew that I'd also be experiencing a high level of pleasure before I came.
I could feel her beginning to tense up pretty quickly, which was always an indication that she was getting close to cumming. She continued to grip me tighter while stifling the noises that kept trying to slip out. Her pussy was becoming even wetter the closer she was getting to cumming and I was really looking forward to lapping up her juices while pushing her toward the next orgasm. First things first, though, so I kept up what I'd been doing since it was clearly working well and she soon relaxed her grip on me as she started shaking. Again she managed to keep from crying out, though I could tell that she was experiencing a high level of pleasure. As I'd learned was typical for her, it was a long orgasm and, when she finally finished cumming, I slipped my hand out of her panties and licked her flavor off of my finger.
Once she'd recovered enough, I sat in the chair and slipped her jeans and panties down further while she kicked off her shoes. Once her jeans and panties were completely off, I set them on the desk where I also had her sit. She spread her legs and I rolled the chair in so that I could kiss along her soft, smooth thighs toward her pussy. Her bush was neatly groomed and light brown but I didn't sit there admiring it; I immediately started to run my tongue along her slit, tasting her pungent juices. She sucked in her breath but otherwise remained quiet as I lapped at her juicy pussy, reveling in another opportunity to have my face between her thighs. Again because we didn't have the luxury of time, however, I had soon slipped a finger into her slick pussy and focused my tongue on her clit. A second finger soon followed the first and I slowly slid them in and out while licking and sucking her clit. I could hear the rate of her breathing picking up and, in lieu of passionate moaning, this gave me a good indication that she was experiencing more pleasure and building toward a second orgasm.
Despite the circumstances, she never seemed to be in a rush achieve an orgasm and move on any more that I was but we both knew that what we were doing was risky. We'd had enough discussions about it, as well as experiences together, to know that we were on the same page each time. My primary goal was always to make her cum with the highest level of pleasure while my secondary goal was to enjoy the opportunity to eat her pussy again. Her goal, as she'd told me, was to make sure that I experienced at least as much pleasure as she did. She left nothing to be desired when it came to sucking cock and her pussy was always hot and wet after I'd thoroughly devoured it but there'd even been a time or two when she felt bad that I couldn't go down on her or fuck her when it was that time of the month so she'd make a point to blow me. I don't know that there was ever a situation where I got her off without her getting me off, though.
She was leaning back and holding my head and, as she was getting closer to cumming, she was tensing up again and squeezing my head between her thighs. Her pussy was becoming wetter and more engorged but I just continued what I was doing since it was clearly working quite well. With another soft gasp, she relaxed as her body started shaking again. I didn't stop licking and sucking her clit until she'd gone still, which took a bit of time as she rode out another long and obviously pleasurable orgasm. Once I was certain she'd finished cumming, I raised my head and slipped my fingers from her pussy into my mouth. I sucked her juices off of them as she was recovering then she opened her eyes and looked down at me.
"I assume your cock is hard, as always," she said.
"Of course," I replied, "that's the effect you have on me."
"Stand up then," she demanded, "let's see it."
I stood and opened my jeans then pushed them down along with my underwear so that my rigid cock sprung out. Her smile got wider and she reached for it, pulling it toward her pussy. As with the kissing, she was more likely to want to fuck even after her pussy had been eaten where Lindsey tended to stick with an equal exchange of oral favors. I reached over and pressed the button to raise the desk until her pussy was at the perfect level to slip right in. We both moaned softly as I pushed all the way into her hot, wet pussy and she wrapped her legs around me. As I started sliding slowly in and out, she brought her lips to mine again and we went back to making out as I fucked her. Her pussy felt absolutely amazing so I was beyond happy to be sliding my throbbing cock in and out of her. Had she asked whether I wanted her to blow me or would I rather fuck her, however, I'd have had to request both because it would be impossible to choose one over the other. If I ended up spewing my load into her pussy, though, I'd still be perfectly happy. There were times I experienced one or the other and times I got to experience both and I'd have to say that there was nothing to complain about whichever way things ended up going.
I didn't realize it at first but, as I repeatedly slid my cock into her, her sweet ass was starting to slide across the surface of the desk. I think the first couple of times I pulled her back toward the edge, I didn't even think about it; I'm not sure what finally made me realize that I was doing it. I started thinking that, if I had her lie back, I could hold onto her legs to keep her from sliding but, because she wasn't naked, I wouldn't be able to admire her tight body. On the other hand, I could eliminate the problem entirely by turning her over and taking her from behind, which would also allow me to admire her sweet ass and reach up under her blouse to fondle her titties, though we wouldn't be able to continue making out. The latter option was definitely my preference so I slipped out of her and stepped back then had her hop down off the desk. When I turned her around, she knew just what I had planned so she leaned forward and supported herself on the desk, then lowered it a bit so that her ass was up in the air.
I stepped up behind her and, while admiring her toned ass, guided my rigid tool back into her hot, wet pussy. Again we both moaned softly as the full length of my tool slid into her until my hips were pressed against her ass. Holding her hips, I started to slowly slide in and out, relishing the incredible feeling of her pussy along my shaft. Once I had a good, steady rhythm going, I slipped my hands from her hips down to caress her ass. I could spend most days just staring at her ass, depending on what she was wearing of course, but feeling the soft, smooth flesh was so much more satisfying, especially when I was also sliding my cock in and out of her. The only thing that could get me to stop caressing her ass was, once she started pushing back harder and made it more difficult to continue, it made more sense to slip my hands up under her blouse to fondle her swinging tits. They weren't really swinging until I unfastened her bra, but then I'd cup them and feel her hard nipples brushing my palms. They were on the smaller side of average but the soft, smooth flesh was still a couple of handfuls.
I'm pretty sure that unfastening her bra and feeling her tits made my cock even harder than it already had been so it didn't surprise me when Margie let a soft moan slip out. She was setting the pace by this point and each time she pushed back I'd just give a good thrust to make sure she was getting maximum penetration. There was a telltale smacking sound as her ass repeatedly tapped against my hips but I don't think it was loud enough that anyone passing by outside might have heard it. Her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter the longer we were fucking and I was beginning to think maybe I'd be blowing my load deep into it based on the level of pleasure that I was experiencing. Before I reached that point, however, she gave a hard shove backward and just held there with my cock fully embedded in her. A moment later, she gasped softly and started shaking. I just continued to fondle her tits while holding my cock all the way inside her.
