“Mmmm, not bad.” Janet cooed as she felt his tongue play
with her offering.
“Uh uh" He tried to respond, his words muffled by the
girlflesh.
“Suck it baby, suck on my tits.” she repeated.
Still holding the back of his head pressed tightly against her
breast, Janet reached down and undid his pants. Pulling down his
boxer shorts, she caused his hard cock to springs free into the
open air, bringing a much needed relief to Henry.
Running her long brown fingers up and down the length of his
full six inches, Janet pushed his face to her other breast. A wide
smile covered her face, party due to the ministrations of Henry’s
tongue, partly due to her satisfaction at Henry’s turning out to be
just one more man she could manipulate with her hot dark flesh.
“I’ll bet that skinny bitch who was here before me gave you
a hard on, didn’t she?” she said as she continued to stroke his
cock. “Did you picture her naked on your desk here, her legs
spread wide in invitation?”
Henry by now was totally under the ebony girl’s erotic
control. She had reached into his very soul and plucked forth his
deepest fantasies. He had never discussed them with anyone, least
of all his wife. Janet was quite correct when she doubted his
wife’s interest in either oral or anal sex. Their twice monthly foray
into the monotony of the missionary position was all that she would
sanction. He was so much under her spell that even if Mrs. Carvey
were to suddenly reappear, he’d be unable to resist the siren’s call.
Janet abruptly pulled Henry’s face away from her chocolate
ambrosia and replaced her wet nipples with her equally moist lips.
She forced her tongue between his lips, filling his mouth with the
heat of her passion.
Janet could also feel the heat of his own lust in the base of
the hard cock she now cradled in her hand. A tight experienced
grip held what she knew would be a torrid of hot cum in check.
Again she offered her large mounds to him and just as
eagerly as before the 44 year old accepted them.
For long minutes, Henry devoured Janet's breasts, covering
them with kisses. His shirt and tie had been undone in the tryst
that followed as Janet stoked the hairs of his flabby chest. She
also continued her hold on his cock, letting it grow just soft enough
so that he was no longer in danger of shooting too soon.
"Lean back lover," Janet said as she eased him back onto
the chair. "Mama's gonna make you feel real nice."
The young woman dropped to her knees in front of him and
took his cock into her mouth. As the wetness of her thick lips
engulfed him, Henry fell into a pit of passion. With careful strokes
of her tongue she brought him again and again to the point of
release, then suddenly stopped short of orgasm. Henry hadn’t had
a blow job since his little brother’s bachelor party some two years
ago. That hooker had been an amateur compared to the 19 year
old now sucking his manhood.
“Don't stop," he said as he drifted in estacy, "Oh God please
don't ever stop."
Janet deep throated him again, taking all six inches into her
mouth. He was as hard as he could be, and soon even her practiced
hand wouldn't be able to keep him from exploding.
"Have you ever butt-fucked a woman, Henry?" she asked in
a deep sexy voice. "Have you ever filled a woman’s ass with this big
beautiful cock?"
Henry didn’t answer but the answer was obviously no. It had
been hard enough convincing a the few women he’d slept with to
spread their legs for a normal fuck, the possibility of getting them
to spread her cheeks was near impossible.
“I’d much rather fuck your pussy.” he said in a moment of
audacity, reaching under her skirt and brushing his hand against
her pantiless crotch.
With a loud slap, Janet hit his offending hand with her own.
The force she used was enough to make his hand sting.
“Hands off the pussy!” she shouted in an angry voice. “Only
my man gets to play with the pussy.!”
His momentary assertiveness quickly faded and he mumbled
an apology.
“You’ll fuck what I tell you to fuck.” Janet commanded.
“And you’ll do it when I tell you...and not before.”
Henry mumbled a feeble yes, his tone telling her she was his
to command.
“Since you seemed to be so interested in my pussy, maybe I’ll
let you have a little taste of it after all.” Janet said as she
grabbed the back of his head and directed it under her skirt.
Without warning, the older man found his face pressed
against a very wet and pungent pussy. The wild curly bush was wet
with the residue of recent intercourse, the taste and smell of it
filling his mouth and nostrils.
“My man fucked me for luck before I came over here.”
Janet said as she crushed his mouth against her clit. “I expect
you’re getting a taste of him down there as well.”
The thought that he was tasting another man’s cum,
surprisingly caused Henry no distress. All that mattered was the
rising tide in his loins and the urgent need to have some kind of
release..and soon.
After a few more moments, the tall brown woman released
her grip and let him remove his head. She reached into her purse
and removed a small carry jar of Vaseline. It was the kind of thing
someone would carry around to moisten their lips.
“Get behind me.” she ordered as she leaned over the edge of
the desk and hiked up her skirt.
Popping the lid off the small jar, Janet scooped up a
generous portion of it with her fingers. First she smeared it over
the head of his cock, then the base. The touch itself was almost
enough to cause him to empty his load. That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving them in and out.
Satisfied with both the level of lubrication and tightness, she bent
lower until she was flat against the top of the desk and spread her
legs. This caused her asscheeks to spread a little as well, leaving
no doubt as to the content of her invitation.
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