Just a Taste at Work
Introduction:
Anna:
Anna was a new hire at our place, she’d been on the job for just a week when we met. A light toned Cuban-Black mulatto, a really pretty young woman with all the best features of both races, so I thought that a very much older Caucasian wouldn’t even rate consideration. Especially since her quiet faith and easy consideration of everyone caused all the Hispanic and Black guys, most of whom were half my age to hit on her as much as they could get away with, but time and again, after she’d said no to the ten thousandth offer, the word started to spread that she might be homosexual since the person she was replacing was a full blown, flag waving lesbian.
It was late in the day, a warm overcast March Friday evening following a wet morning and showery afternoon. The building was deserted; virtually everyone had gone about their business seeking a good reason to leave early, which evidently, all had developed, because a ghost town had a huge population when offered in comparison to our place. There was no one left on our floor, each and every cubical and office was vacant, I knew because I had to check the security before I closed the area up, no one but Anna and I, that is.
I offered my usual cheery taunt, “Hey, Don Rumsfeld ain’t paying any O/T for people around here.” As I stalled at her door, then sensing that she wasn’t about to leave, helped my self to a seat by her desk where I could covertly admire the unassuming beauty as she worked. After a moment she turned to face me, offering a long look at legs that could only have been sculpted by a master. Her sensuality was dominant in the room, I was a fly caught in nature’s web, not Anna’s web though, I suspect that she hadn’t the guile to plan the interlude so well. She stretched, politely covering her mouth, momentarily highlighting enchanting breasts, obviously contained by a soft cupped brassiere; her prominent erect nipples were pressed against her normally loose pink linen blouse like twin towers rising above a pink fog. Her yawn also shifted her legs wider, offering hints of the enchantments that lay just out of sight, just above the darker umber ban, above the taupe mesh of her pantyhose.
I could not risk boldness, our organization booked no nonsense of any kind, especially anything that could be interpreted as sexual harassment, but I risked all anyway, proof that men always think with their smaller head. I knelt at her feet, almost between her thighs. I kissed the inner silkiness of her right knee enjoying the soft sensual aromas of her soap, perfume and the gentle hint of her sensuality. The gentle caress of her hand at the back of my head, the soft moans offering encouragement giving new enthusiasm to the blood coursing through my stiffening member as I urged her more forward in her chair until only her buttocks rested on the seat and her wide splayed thighs gave welcome to my intrusion. Anna’s carefully groomed, slightly hirsute pubic forest was clearly defined despite the darkness of the modesty panty of her pantyhose, as was the trail of ready wetness that marked the shape and juncture of her femininity.
Slowly I worked my way up her thigh tasting every inch of new territory as I approached the pit of nirvana. The aroma of her excitement was high as the tension of her fingers on my head urged me toward the seat of her desires. Momentarily I nuzzled her pubes enjoying the rasp of her hoses’ mesh against my cheek; I touched my tongue to her pantyhose’s seam over the openness of her secret portal for a second to taste sweetness of her liquors, drawing a moan of protest from her when I started down her other leg. Reaching her knee I turned slowly back toward heaven again achieving another moan, this one more approving. Anna’s urgent fingers led my fingers to the fastenings of her blouse as our imperative touch dared to bare her most secret treasures, drawing my hands back from their mission to the backs of her thighs I lifted them defining and highlighting her vulva, the division of her nether portal and the labial shutters of ecstasy. The whole of her modesty panel now sodden with her desire as she writhed on the spit of my tongue. I paused momentarily, relishing the view as the aroused young woman kneaded her breasts drawing her erect nipples to what must have been painful lengths, their normally exotic pinkness suffused with the purple redness of arousal, standing tall and hard as erasers on a new pencil. My cheeks, lips and tongue were highlighted with the gloss of her glee as I drew her pantyhose off her hips rolling them over her ass, the nylon mesh hissing with a sibilant sound, first the sensual asterisk of her anal rosette was bared, I bent to address it with a wet erect tongue, rimming it, penetrating it, testing the earthiness of the licentious girl as the heated fluids that signified her risen lusts flowed freely over my lips blindly I rolled the pantyhose off consuming her liquors with abandon relish as I enjoyed oral intercourse with the deepest realms of her sexy slot. Anna’s thick bush was covered in her splatters of excitement as I penetrated her again with the fullness of my tongue; she humped my face again and again as the curling length of my oral penetration wrapped around and then over the engorged Graffenburg nodule. Her orgasmic surges flashed explosively, spasm after spasm ripped through the fabric of her body; she was squirting orgasmic liquors from her burning vagina, catching some on my extended tongue savoring the sweet saltiness of it as I perversely caught the remains of her flow in a coffee cup that was sitting there, filling it three quarters full. Slowly Anna returned from the pearly gates, a satisfied look on her as she idly toyed with her nipples and caressed her distended clitoris.
Leaning against the edge of her desk, the engorgement of my tail was obvious from the bulging tent it had built in my trousers. Anna smiled as she unbuttoned and unzipped me, pulling the trousers free she let them drop to the floor obviously enjoying the vicarious thrill, I don’t wear underwear, I haven’t since my days in the jungles of Southeast Asia, as my circumcised, fat eight inch erection angled up forty-five degrees from my belly, the hugely swollen mushroom cap, split by the solitary eye, a giant bubble of seminal fluid wetting it as she seized the shaft, weighing the hanging testes and slowly stroking the stalk as her cat-like tongue collected my offerings to her honor. I groaned, on the rack from sweeping waves of pleasure as my hose was gradually swallowed by the enchanted snake charmer. She stood, rubbing the sensitive corona through the soft, bristly black forest crowning the hill of her mound till the head found the wet readiness of her openness, a knee on either side of me as she perched edgily on the desk, I supported her as she turned the burgeoning shaft into her burning tightness, her lubricity assisting the efforts of her rosy crucifixion, carrying her to the small divan in the office I reinserted my pendulously erect penis into heaven, now it was Anna’s turn to writhe the pleasures of penetration as I pumped the meat into her expanding pleasure.
The pounding frantic drive of our intercourse led us rapidly to fruition, sheathed to the hilt in the consuming heat of Anna’s scabbard, her pubes meshed with mine as we exchanged fluids in spurts and groans, the abundance of our joy drenching the divan’s leather. Together we slipped to the floor, laying there together on the government’s plush carpet, languishing in the lethargy of our orgasm, idly I suckled her nipple, three inches of hardness still within her, comfortable with each other, with our enjoyment of the other as Anna realized that there was remaining erectness for her enjoyment she twisted about to fulfill the penetrative potential, astride me like a cowgirl in some perverted movie, humping the hard tail a mile a minute, then slowing, wondering at the look of bliss that I wore as she offered the sodden crotch of her pantyhose to my nose for the edification of my senses. I sucked her juices from them as I twirled her nipples to erect little peaks as we flailed each other’s loins in driven lust. Anna’s edification was immediately forthcoming as she slipped off my wand and centered on my mouth to jet her release nearly drowning me with the sugary flow, standing before her kneeling form, caressing her cheek with my stalwart weapon, the head wet with her joy as she gently kneaded my pendulous testes and sucked my corona till the inevitable offering was made.
Slowly we made ourselves presentable; we were half dressed when Anna, a wry look on her face, squatted over the office trashcan holding her skirt wide, clear of the forthcoming splatters of our commingled spending splashed wetly into the accumulated papers and detritus. She smiled suddenly, shyly. With two fingers she held the gates of paradise wide as a sharply odiferous trickle of urine became a steady spray that inundated the plastic liner of the can. My cock was instantaneously hard. As her spray tailed off to a drop or two I lay back on the carpet again, pulling her down astride me, pressing the burgeoning shaft to her pretty lips as I madly licked and sucked at her pissy nether lips she moaned then as I assailed her sweetest test, the rosette asterisk of her nether channel with an impudent tongue and penetrating finger. Anna rose then mounting my face to ride the courses, when she slipped lower inserting the almost flaming shaft of my lust filled cock into her sexual channel, fucking me slowly after eight or ten long plunges and pulls she positioned the rampant cock monster in the pit of her dark passage and eased her weight onto me forcing the cock-nut into that tightest passage. Sinking down she consumed the entire length, the ridge of my pubic bone against the rudely distended dirt door. I held her down against me as I thumbed the clitoral trigger until the raging nerve was as erected as my buried cock and then rolled over her lifting her shins to my shoulders positioning her ass in the exact position before worshiping the phallic gods, giving her a solid ramming.
We were quietly intense as our pummeling ass fuck lasted on, then I felt her spasm as she ejected her joy in violent squirts of clear stringy fluids. I drew from her laying the smoking round that was my cock on her, my balls trailing against her sloppy cuntal shutters, the jets of my ejaculation blasting from me like shells from cannon on her tits and belly. Rolling back I sat on my haunches, the spent and beaten cock resting against her equally abused vulva, her thighs across mine, sipping the flavorful fluids that I’d caught in the coffee cup as she wiped my jetted seed up with her fingers, sucking my offerings as if they were the tastiest sweets in the world.
These days Anna and I share a silent secret, though we haven’t been together again, we both know what we had and some warm day, when things are right, well, who knows?
It was late in the day, a warm overcast March Friday evening following a wet morning and showery afternoon. The building was deserted; virtually everyone had gone about their business seeking a good reason to leave early, which evidently, all had developed, because a ghost town had a huge population when offered in comparison to our place. There was no one left on our floor, each and every cubical and office was vacant, I knew because I had to check the security before I closed the area up, no one but Anna and I, that is.
I offered my usual cheery taunt, “Hey, Don Rumsfeld ain’t paying any O/T for people around here.” As I stalled at her door, then sensing that she wasn’t about to leave, helped my self to a seat by her desk where I could covertly admire the unassuming beauty as she worked. After a moment she turned to face me, offering a long look at legs that could only have been sculpted by a master. Her sensuality was dominant in the room, I was a fly caught in nature’s web, not Anna’s web though, I suspect that she hadn’t the guile to plan the interlude so well. She stretched, politely covering her mouth, momentarily highlighting enchanting breasts, obviously contained by a soft cupped brassiere; her prominent erect nipples were pressed against her normally loose pink linen blouse like twin towers rising above a pink fog. Her yawn also shifted her legs wider, offering hints of the enchantments that lay just out of sight, just above the darker umber ban, above the taupe mesh of her pantyhose.
I could not risk boldness, our organization booked no nonsense of any kind, especially anything that could be interpreted as sexual harassment, but I risked all anyway, proof that men always think with their smaller head. I knelt at her feet, almost between her thighs. I kissed the inner silkiness of her right knee enjoying the soft sensual aromas of her soap, perfume and the gentle hint of her sensuality. The gentle caress of her hand at the back of my head, the soft moans offering encouragement giving new enthusiasm to the blood coursing through my stiffening member as I urged her more forward in her chair until only her buttocks rested on the seat and her wide splayed thighs gave welcome to my intrusion. Anna’s carefully groomed, slightly hirsute pubic forest was clearly defined despite the darkness of the modesty panty of her pantyhose, as was the trail of ready wetness that marked the shape and juncture of her femininity.
Slowly I worked my way up her thigh tasting every inch of new territory as I approached the pit of nirvana. The aroma of her excitement was high as the tension of her fingers on my head urged me toward the seat of her desires. Momentarily I nuzzled her pubes enjoying the rasp of her hoses’ mesh against my cheek; I touched my tongue to her pantyhose’s seam over the openness of her secret portal for a second to taste sweetness of her liquors, drawing a moan of protest from her when I started down her other leg. Reaching her knee I turned slowly back toward heaven again achieving another moan, this one more approving. Anna’s urgent fingers led my fingers to the fastenings of her blouse as our imperative touch dared to bare her most secret treasures, drawing my hands back from their mission to the backs of her thighs I lifted them defining and highlighting her vulva, the division of her nether portal and the labial shutters of ecstasy. The whole of her modesty panel now sodden with her desire as she writhed on the spit of my tongue. I paused momentarily, relishing the view as the aroused young woman kneaded her breasts drawing her erect nipples to what must have been painful lengths, their normally exotic pinkness suffused with the purple redness of arousal, standing tall and hard as erasers on a new pencil. My cheeks, lips and tongue were highlighted with the gloss of her glee as I drew her pantyhose off her hips rolling them over her ass, the nylon mesh hissing with a sibilant sound, first the sensual asterisk of her anal rosette was bared, I bent to address it with a wet erect tongue, rimming it, penetrating it, testing the earthiness of the licentious girl as the heated fluids that signified her risen lusts flowed freely over my lips blindly I rolled the pantyhose off consuming her liquors with abandon relish as I enjoyed oral intercourse with the deepest realms of her sexy slot. Anna’s thick bush was covered in her splatters of excitement as I penetrated her again with the fullness of my tongue; she humped my face again and again as the curling length of my oral penetration wrapped around and then over the engorged Graffenburg nodule. Her orgasmic surges flashed explosively, spasm after spasm ripped through the fabric of her body; she was squirting orgasmic liquors from her burning vagina, catching some on my extended tongue savoring the sweet saltiness of it as I perversely caught the remains of her flow in a coffee cup that was sitting there, filling it three quarters full. Slowly Anna returned from the pearly gates, a satisfied look on her as she idly toyed with her nipples and caressed her distended clitoris.
Leaning against the edge of her desk, the engorgement of my tail was obvious from the bulging tent it had built in my trousers. Anna smiled as she unbuttoned and unzipped me, pulling the trousers free she let them drop to the floor obviously enjoying the vicarious thrill, I don’t wear underwear, I haven’t since my days in the jungles of Southeast Asia, as my circumcised, fat eight inch erection angled up forty-five degrees from my belly, the hugely swollen mushroom cap, split by the solitary eye, a giant bubble of seminal fluid wetting it as she seized the shaft, weighing the hanging testes and slowly stroking the stalk as her cat-like tongue collected my offerings to her honor. I groaned, on the rack from sweeping waves of pleasure as my hose was gradually swallowed by the enchanted snake charmer. She stood, rubbing the sensitive corona through the soft, bristly black forest crowning the hill of her mound till the head found the wet readiness of her openness, a knee on either side of me as she perched edgily on the desk, I supported her as she turned the burgeoning shaft into her burning tightness, her lubricity assisting the efforts of her rosy crucifixion, carrying her to the small divan in the office I reinserted my pendulously erect penis into heaven, now it was Anna’s turn to writhe the pleasures of penetration as I pumped the meat into her expanding pleasure.
The pounding frantic drive of our intercourse led us rapidly to fruition, sheathed to the hilt in the consuming heat of Anna’s scabbard, her pubes meshed with mine as we exchanged fluids in spurts and groans, the abundance of our joy drenching the divan’s leather. Together we slipped to the floor, laying there together on the government’s plush carpet, languishing in the lethargy of our orgasm, idly I suckled her nipple, three inches of hardness still within her, comfortable with each other, with our enjoyment of the other as Anna realized that there was remaining erectness for her enjoyment she twisted about to fulfill the penetrative potential, astride me like a cowgirl in some perverted movie, humping the hard tail a mile a minute, then slowing, wondering at the look of bliss that I wore as she offered the sodden crotch of her pantyhose to my nose for the edification of my senses. I sucked her juices from them as I twirled her nipples to erect little peaks as we flailed each other’s loins in driven lust. Anna’s edification was immediately forthcoming as she slipped off my wand and centered on my mouth to jet her release nearly drowning me with the sugary flow, standing before her kneeling form, caressing her cheek with my stalwart weapon, the head wet with her joy as she gently kneaded my pendulous testes and sucked my corona till the inevitable offering was made.
Slowly we made ourselves presentable; we were half dressed when Anna, a wry look on her face, squatted over the office trashcan holding her skirt wide, clear of the forthcoming splatters of our commingled spending splashed wetly into the accumulated papers and detritus. She smiled suddenly, shyly. With two fingers she held the gates of paradise wide as a sharply odiferous trickle of urine became a steady spray that inundated the plastic liner of the can. My cock was instantaneously hard. As her spray tailed off to a drop or two I lay back on the carpet again, pulling her down astride me, pressing the burgeoning shaft to her pretty lips as I madly licked and sucked at her pissy nether lips she moaned then as I assailed her sweetest test, the rosette asterisk of her nether channel with an impudent tongue and penetrating finger. Anna rose then mounting my face to ride the courses, when she slipped lower inserting the almost flaming shaft of my lust filled cock into her sexual channel, fucking me slowly after eight or ten long plunges and pulls she positioned the rampant cock monster in the pit of her dark passage and eased her weight onto me forcing the cock-nut into that tightest passage. Sinking down she consumed the entire length, the ridge of my pubic bone against the rudely distended dirt door. I held her down against me as I thumbed the clitoral trigger until the raging nerve was as erected as my buried cock and then rolled over her lifting her shins to my shoulders positioning her ass in the exact position before worshiping the phallic gods, giving her a solid ramming.
We were quietly intense as our pummeling ass fuck lasted on, then I felt her spasm as she ejected her joy in violent squirts of clear stringy fluids. I drew from her laying the smoking round that was my cock on her, my balls trailing against her sloppy cuntal shutters, the jets of my ejaculation blasting from me like shells from cannon on her tits and belly. Rolling back I sat on my haunches, the spent and beaten cock resting against her equally abused vulva, her thighs across mine, sipping the flavorful fluids that I’d caught in the coffee cup as she wiped my jetted seed up with her fingers, sucking my offerings as if they were the tastiest sweets in the world.
These days Anna and I share a silent secret, though we haven’t been together again, we both know what we had and some warm day, when things are right, well, who knows?
