Blow Jobs With Bob
Quick and Dirty
It’s that time again. Bob leans up against the copy room wall, wanking his long thick shaft and I already have drool coming out the side of my mouth watching him jerk off. His enthusiasm for masturbation is contagious and I slide my hand into my panties and rub my throbbing clit furiously.
“God that’s hot, baby! Can I have some?” Bob pleads for a taste of my pussy. I nod and he kneels down before me, his tongue sweeping through my sodden slit. I hold his head there, his lips finding my clit and sucking on it. I moan for him and then turn my face so that I can get his pulsating penis into my mouth. It’s warm and sticky with pre cum and I swallow it down and moan into his skin as he goes to town on my twat.
Bob is really kinda sexy in that he excitedly turns my pussy into his lunchbox, slurping up all my juices as I come in his face, squirting directly into his mouth, while I caress and suck on his balls, first one and then the other. He squirms for me now, and I wonder how he would feel if I put a finger or two in his tight little starfish.
“Bob, can I finger your ass?” I ask sweetly.
“God yes, please finger fuck me.” He moans directly into my snatch, which sends me into another wave of orgasm.
I use my pussy juice to finger his ass, first one finger and then another as I rub that special P spot deep inside him that causes him to tremor wildly and then erupt down my throat with the Mount Vesuvius of warm salty cum lava. I swallow it all down, and lick my lips.
Bob comes up for air, and sits up finally, his light brown hair is messy and his tie is askew. We help each other to stand up, and then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, his mouth hard against mine but his lips are feather soft, and I respond hungrily, wishing we had time to fuck. But lunchtime is over, and we have to go back to work.
I love Wednesdays!
