At Long Last Ch. 03

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I was sitting at my desk at 9:30am on a Tuesday, when she texted me: “Yo I’m near your office for a meeting. Can I stop by around lunchtime?”

“Sure, I’ll be around.”

I hadn’t seen Jess since that night in her basement. It had been around two months. We still texted often, mainly just life stuff, a few flirty texts, and some pictures once or twice. It would be good to catch up.

I sat at my desk getting shit done until 12:15pm, when the receptionist buzzed me.

“Your friend Jess is here.”

“I’ll be right out to get her.”

I stood up, quickly put some confidential items under a folder, and walked out to the reception area. “Thanks, Katie,” I said to the receptionist. “Jess, it’s good to see you,” I said as I gave a slight hug. “You, too!” she replied. “I’ve been wanting to see your office.”

“Well come on back.”

“Want some water? A coffee? A soda?” I asked, as we passed the break room.

“No thanks, I have to get back to my office soon.”

I have to admit she looked good. I took her in from behind as I showed her into my office. Black suit, short black skirt, showing off those perfect legs, which were well poised in heels. She turned around as I closed the door and saw me staring at her.

“Don’t stare!” she said. Then, looking around “This is a nice office. It’s just how I pictured it.” Travesti I’m a vice president of a small nonprofit. My office is relatively large, lots of wood, warm and welcoming. Covered in pictures of my family and art I’ve picked up over the years. I have huge windows, that look down over an expanse of parking lots.

“Have a seat,” I said, walking over to the table. “How are you? How’s the family? Chris is good?”

She moved to stand by the table. “I don’t have much time,” she said. “Everyone is good. Take your cock out.”

“Excuse me?”

“Chris was really turned on by what happened last time. Let’s make it happen again. Take your cock out.”

“Ok,” I said. “How’s this going to work?”

“I’m going to take off my jacket and my shirt and my bra and jerk you off. You can feel my tits. I need you to take pictures for Chris. If you cum on any part of my clothing, you’re dead to me. I have a meeting. Then I’m going to leave.”

“Well, happy Tuesday to me,” I murmured, unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants. She stood, legs slightly spread, and took off her jacket, placing it on my desk. She pushed me down into a chair. She took off her shirt and knelt in front of me. While entirely into this, I wasn’t quite hard.

“Can I see your tits?”

“Fine,” she sighed, with a slight smile, reaching back and izmir Travesti unbuttoning her bra. Once again, I watched those perfect breasts fall slightly. My cock began to react.

“There he is,” she murmured, looking at it. She spit into her palm and began to work my now chubbing up cock up and down. “Let’s see if he likes me.”

I looked down at her tits and realized I had to go for it. I reached down and very gently rubbed her left nipple. She moaned softly. “I don’t remember saying you could do that.”

I decided she wasn’t stopping me, and rubbed harder, tweaking it slightly. Her breath started to accelerate as she pumped my now rock-hard cock.

Using both hands now, I played with those perfect tits. I rubbed all over, played with the nipples, sometimes just cupping them to feel their warmth, their heft.

“Fuck, the pictures.” I grabbed my phone off my desk and started taking pictures of her.

Smiling up at me, she stopped playing with my cock for one brief moment. Making eye contact, she again bit her lip, then slowly placed my dick between those heaving mammaries. For a few minutes, using nothing but infrequent drool into her chest as lube, she tit fucked me. She was in charge; my cock was hers to do with as I pleased.

Her phone pinged. She stood up and walked over to the desk, pulling Konya Travesti it out of her jacket. “Alright, man, you have five minutes, and then I have to go.”


She came back over and started jerking me off again. With one hand busy with the camera, I ran my other through her hair. Twice, I tried to see if I could gently pull her head towards my cock for a quick blowjob, but I was rebuffed.

“I want your cum, baby,” she murmured. “I wish you could cum on me. But you can’t. I need to get to work. But please cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, baby.” She stroked me harder, faster, starting at it, repeating that mantra. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, baby.”

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned. She pulled two tissues from the floor where she’d apparently put them and covered my cock. She kept pumping as I came in, and through, the tissues. I gripped her neck as I came, and she smiled throughout, with a slight giggle at the end (I don’t really have a sexy face when I’m cumming).

“I gotta run,” she said, standing up. She deposited the tissues in the trash can, then saw she had some cum on her fingers. Making eye contact, she deliberately licked it off before beginning to put on her shirt.

I stood up and pulled up my pants, buttoning just as she was pulling on her jacket.

“Good to see you, Tom,” she said, pulling me in for a long hug. “Let’s do this again soon.” With a kiss on my cheek, she was out the door.

I started to sit and she popped her head back in. “Send those pics to Chris right now.” I smiled as she left, and picked up my phone.

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