I had been broken up with my ex girlfriend, Erica, for over six months and both of us had moved on, or so I thought. She called me at work one fateful day and asked if she could see me, that she had something to tell me. I said okay and began to think of what the news might be.
She arrived at my office right before everyone left for the day. She knocked on my door and I told her to come in. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the chair on the other side of my desk. She had on a white button down top that was apparently custom fit specifically for her, a white lace push up bra, not that she needed it, a black cotton skirt that was cut perfectly for her figure, black stockings, and three inch heels. She stands about 5'6" and weighs 100 pounds with the perkiest 34C tits you've ever seen. If I did not know for sure that they were real, I would swear they were fake. We started shooting the shit, and as we did she made an inadvertent show of uncrossing and crossing her legs, giving me full view of the black silk panties that she had on. The discussion then turned to our relationship and how we had some really good times together, but it was sad how we had just drifted apart.
I was in a hurry to get going so I out right asked what it was that she came to talk to me about. She said that she had been talking to her girl friends and you know how girls talk. They were talking about all the great different ways that they have sex and how they can have multiple orgasms and things like that. That got me to thinking about you and our sex life and... . "I was wondering if you might be interested in helping me explore my sexuality, you know to experiment with different ways of having sex and things like that. So would that interest you, no strings attached? Strictly sex."
I thought that over and asked and replied: "No strings attached?"
"No strings attached", was her reply.
"No commitment, strictly sex?"
"No commitment, strictly sex." She assured me.
A light bulb went on as I saw a way to explore the deepest and most perverse of my sexual fantasies with a willing participant. I told her that I would do it but only if she were to do anything and everything that I wanted to do, with out argument.
To my surprise, she agreed. I decided to put that to the test immediately.
I told that we were going to start by doing it rights there in my office.
"What if somebody hears us?" she asked
"Everyone has already gone home for the night, so don't worry about that." I told her. "Now come over here and let me see how sincere you are."
She slowly walked around my desk until she stood right in front of me. I rose from my chair and instructed her to bend over my desk. I informed her that the only part of me that I wanted to touch her was my dick and that she would have do the rest, including getting him out of my pants.
She started to slide her panties down, when I stopped her. "I don't remember saying anything about taking off you panties, just pull them aside."
She reached back and undid my belt, my zipper, and then reached inside of my boxers and pulled out my 9-inch dick that was so hard already it almost hurt. With her other hand she pulled her panties to the side and aimed my dick right at her already dripping wet pussy. She quickly backed up and slid me in to the hilt, with a yelp of surprise and discomfort.
"I forgot how big you are." She moaned.
She slowly started fucking back on my dick gradually picking up speed until she worked herself into a frenzy. The it happened. An orgasm like none I had ever seen in her erupted in her and she screamed and moaned and twitched around still impaled on my rock hard dick.
"Now it's my turn." I told her.
With that I started pounding away in that lovely pussy of hers, as hard and as fast as I could manage. "Are you still on the pill?" I asked.
"Ugh, yeah, ugh, I, ugh, am, ugh, why?" was her reply.
"Just curious", I asked as I unloaded a ton of sperm deep inside of her.
"Oh, my god" she screamed, "that feels so good, ugh, god why haven't I let you do that before."