A Cup of Sugar

[AnyOtherName]

“Thanks,” she returned sincerely.

Buying shots was a surefire way to gain acceptance into a crowd of partiers. Jenny’s friends seemed to take a shine to Andrew immediately – as most people did – and so the conversations remained free-flowing and friendly through those in attendance. A few more people showed up over the following fifteen minutes, during which time Jenny had finished most of her first beer and taken a shot. Just enough to take the edge off. She became increasingly comfortable with Andrew’s presence and felt a little silly for being caught off guard by his appearance in the first place. But. Apparently that’s what happens when Dream Date shows up on your doorstep. So to speak.

As the night went on, Jenny’s plan to remain relatively sober was out the window. It was her birthday! Everyone wanted to buy her a shot, or a drink, or both. It soon became apparent that she shouldn’t have invited a dozen people.

The pattern, however, was quickly discovered: and Jenny started pawning off drinks on Andrew.

“You don’t want me to die of alcohol poisoning, do you?” she asked with mock seriousness when he appeared reluctant to the prospect. “Be a buddy and take one for the team!”

Jenny smiled at him. It hadn’t been her intention to get Andrew drunk – but they were in a bar, and she wasn’t going to make herself feel badly about it.

"Cheers!" she offered, lifting up a half-finished drink versus Andrew's fresh one.

 

[Maka]

Andrew smiled at Jenny.

"Well, I guess I have to throw myself on that bullet."

Despite himself, he was feeling better. Jenny had a gift -somehow, she made everything seem easier, lighter. Her gorgeous aquamarine eyes brought a sense of cheer and fun to the party -as she joked with and smiled at her guests, matching smiles just seemed to appear. As she drank more, a pretty flush came to her cheeks and her eyes sparkled more than ever, particularly when she looked up at Andrew.

Andrew found himself drinking more than he usually did, eagerly urged on by Jenny, who seemed to divert a fair proportion of the drinks she recieved as birthday girl his way. He was happy to take advantage, wanting the distraction from that feeling of being lost and alone that he'd had all day.

And as the evening wore on, Jenny moved her seat closer and closer to him until they were side by side and she was virtually cuddled against his chiselled body, her head almost resting on his shoulder. Andrew kept telling himself that he should find some way to tactfully disengage, move away, stop smiling at her playful flirtation. This was a complication, something happening at entirely the wrong time. It wasn't fair to sweet, beautiful Jenny to lead her on right when things with him were so very uncertain -when indeed all he was certain of was that he wanted someone -two someones, who didn't want him back in the same way.

But her slender body felt so warm and right next to his, the soft fragrance of her chestnut brown hair brushing his shoulder was so enticing, and her infectious smile felt like a secret gift from God every time it appeared. And there was something more, too. He could laugh and joke with Jenny's friends, there was no awkwardness or embarassment even as Jenny stole closer and closer to him. One of her friends, a gay man named Kyle, made a mildly catty comment -Jenny just stuck her tongue out at him. Jenny's friend Maggie, who'd been drinking at almost the same rate as Andrew even though the young woman less than half his size, was rather more direct:

"Andrew! Are these rumous about your... endowment really true? Because if so... "

Andrew shrugged, amused. Maggie tsk-tsked.

"Modest. Of course. Kyle, you're my urinal spy. Keep a close eye on this young man. Follow him when he leaves for the restroom. Observe, then report back to me."

"With pleasure," Kyle said, with a little salute.

"Of course," Maggie added thoughtfully, "With the way that Jenny is climbing all over you right now, chances are I'll soon learn the truth from an even-more well-placed source."

Although he rarely indulged in it himself, Andrew had never been bothered by ribbing and mock-insults, and this in particular struck him as good-humoured, without any meanness or spite behind it. But for his current mood, the most refreshing part was that Jenny was proud to sit at his side, joining in the banter with friends.

And that was what he'd wanted last night. Sex with Alicia and Sam was mind-blowing, heavenly and in the langour after it, they'd had such sweet, secret moments of intimacy... but he'd never be introduced into their circle as the boyfriend of the two lesbians, never be part of their world in that way. Was that what he really wanted? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them, even when he had another beautiful girl on his arm?

It was nearing closing time. Most of Jenny's guests had said their goodbyes and left one by one. Maggie still remained but she was half-asleep, her head in her arms on the table. A slow, sad song was playing on the bar's PA and a few couples dreamily danced to it. Andrew stood up.

"Well, birthday girl?" he asked. "Shall we dance?"

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jenny stared at her friend, dumbstruck.

The lack of filter was one of Maggie's most endearing qualities: it was impossible not to admire her direct nature, even as her honesty oftentimes took a rather crass form. But as the redheaded woman's curiosity prompted her to ask Andrew about the rumors of his endowment... Jenny felt her cheeks flush - where else could have Maggie heard such things if not from her? - and in that moment she could've died of embarrassment.

Andrew merely shrugged in response, the playful smile upon his lips somewhat helping to dispell Jenny's anxiety over the situation.

...But of course, Maggie didn't stop there. She went on to assign a male friend to the task of urinal spy, a suggestion that was as creatively twisted as it was reprehensible. No doubt it seemed all the more so because of Kyle's sexual orientation. So far as Jenny knew, Andrew was straight; and in many (if not most) cases, straight men didn't take the idea of a gay man ogling their goods in a public bathroom all too fondly. Thankfully, even as Kyle agreed to the arrangement, Andrew didn't appear to be in distress. Which translated to Jenny as: that he had a healthy sense of humor, that he was tolerant of other's sexual preferences, and/or that he had nothing to be ashamed of as compared to the rumors.

Jenny couldn't help but momentarily consider the latter. It hadn't been the rumors that had attracted her to Andrew: and in fact knowing the truth of the matter might have caused her pause. She'd had a handful of lovers in the past, all of average size. It was daunting to imagine taking a massively thick cock, its length delving to untested depths, tearing her apart...

"Of course," Maggie added thoughtfully, "With the way that Jenny is climbing all over you right now, chances are I'll soon learn the truth from an even-more well-placed source."

"You're terrible," Jenny remarked. She leaned in even more obviously against Andrew, her shoulder pressing into his side as she nestled her face near the bend of his throat. Fuck, he smelled divine. After only a moment of lingering she turned her attention back to Maggie, remaining against Andrew's toned form as she did so. "I'm done telling you things. Your mouth is gargantuan."

Maggie donned a wicked grin. "Gargantuan," she repeated in the most immature tone imaginable.

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The night was nearing its conclusion, at least so far as the public establishment was concerned...and probably for most of those who had attended the birthday party, as well. Many had gone home, others should have, while only a few remained animated and relatively composed and awake.

Jenny was immensely grateful that Andrew had stuck out the event to the extent that he had and every moment it seemed she was closer to finding herself alone with him. Her hopes in that regard were quickly becoming something worth actively seeking: it was worth risking making an ass of herself, right? ...For a chance at that? Even drunk or near to it, Jenny chastised herself for objectifying Andrew so easily. And for considering taking advantage - even if he didn't seem to be sloshed, he'd imbibed much more than herself, and...

Andrew stood suddenly, or so it seemed to his companion. "Well, birthday girl? Shall we dance?"

She beamed a smile at him. "Yes, I'd love to dance!" she answered enthusiastically. Springing from her seat, Jenny was all too quick to come to the man's side. She wrapped herself around one of his arms as they moved away from their table and nearer to the dance floor; after a few steps, though, she hesitated. Turned back.

"Kyle, are you okay to get a cab for you and Maggie? I think she could use an escort home..."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Thank you! Make sure she makes it into her place before you leave for yours."

"Screw that. I'm going to crash on her couch and demand breakfast in the morning for getting her home safely!"

Jenny laughed before returning to her former endeavour. Once she and Andrew reached the dance floor the woman released her hold of him and shifted her position so as to face him. For a moment she studied the man, admiration apparent in her gaze and the dream-like curve of her lips.

She gave a graceful curtsey. Despite the show of formality, the moment the two were entangled with each other the woman shamelessly pressed her body against his. Her ample and firm bosom pressed more insistently than the rest of her, though even her hips were placed rather robustly against him. Jenny's arms wrapped easily around Andrew's neck, resting upon his shoulders, the hold drawing her face close to him. For awhile, she allowed their height difference to work to her advantage: she nestled again near to his throat, allowing her to soak in the feel of his strong body as she breathed his essence.

Gods, she wanted him. And she was just drunk enough to risk potential at-office devastation and awkwardness to have him.

"Come home with me," she found herself speaking several minutes later. Jenny had turned her face upwards to look at him before making the suggestion, her dazzling aquamarine eyes unflinching. She smiled suggestively. "Unless...you'd rather go to yours?"

She didn't have any doubt that they'd leave together. The confidence in that showed quite markedly.

 

[Maka]

Jenny's warm, slender body felt light as a feather in his arms. Her hair smelled so good and she danced so shamelessly close to him, unafraid to show him, and all watching, that she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her large, firm breasts against his chest, her hips swaying seductively, alluringly to the music and to an older, more primal beat carried in her blood.

Aquamarine eyes sparkled up at him imploringly. Andrew was far from immune to their charm. Last night had been the first night in weeks that Alicia and Sam had not taken both great pride and immense personal pleasure in making sure that every drop of seed he had for them was put to good use. Deprived of that wonderfully pleasurable relief, he was more sensitive to arousal than ever -and close contact with Jenny's nubile body had stiffened that massive cock, the subject of so much earlier speculation.

So he was in no mood to resist when she whispered her suggestion, such winning and wanton confidence in her husky voice. Part of Andrew was screaming that this was a bad idea, that he'd left things on too vague a note with Alicia and Sam... that he hadn't yet admitted to himself his true feelings for them, and was in no position to move forward until he had.

But looking down at Jenny, he knew something else. Here was a gorgeous, sexy young woman who had done everything but outright beg him to fuck her til she could no longer stand. The only way this night could end was with her screaming his name in pleasure as she at last became intimately acquainted with his huge cock.

"Your place," he whispered to her, then led her outside. Within moments, they were inside a cab and on their way into the night.

 

[AnyOtherName]

It couldn't have possibly been a more perfect birthday. Jenny hadn't expected Andrew to show up, much less to come home with her. Yet, here he was: sharing a cab, bound for the outskirts of the city. During the duration of the ride the woman had thought to, and tried, to keep her hands to herself. But her company proved irresistible.

She couldn't recall what it was he had said. More likely it was the smile that came to his lips afterwards, the flash of his bright blue eyes, or... Did it matter, really? Jenny didn't need any form of justification. Andrew was gorgeous as well as intelligent and dignified; if he proved much in the bedroom... She knew it was dangerous to imagine a future with any new interest and so she hesitated to get too ahead of herself. But damned if she wasn't lucky to have him, at least for the time being.

Jenny cradled his jawline with a hand and returned his smile. Within moments her lips were upon his, her alternate hand tracing his strong chest through the material of his shirt. Gods, she couldn't wait to rip away his clothing, to expose his glorious body – to make use of his ample endowment, of which she had only a vague idea of from brushing against him during their dance. The alcohol, it seemed, had some effect in how daunting the woman found the concept of Andrew's massiveness – in fact, imagining his thick length driving between her legs, splitting her apart as he fucked her more deeply than she had ever been fucked before, had already made her panties shamefully wet. Even as she knew better (as she really was much more of a lady, in usual circumstances...), Jenny couldn't help herself from further exploring the rumors of Andrew's cock, the hand upon his jaw descending down his chest and over his crotch. Her fingers curled around the outline of his girth as she began to stroke him through his slacks; she kissed him more intensely and growled with satisfaction.

The presence of a driver kept her from escalating any further, much as her imagination encouraged her to be creative. By the time the cab arrived at her place, a moderately sized multilevel home in near-suburbia, Jenny was easily contemplating assaulting Andrew in the front yard. She wouldn't, though, of course. She paid the driver after the two climbed out into the night air and took Andrew's hand with hers, taking to a playful run to the front door with him. A moment was spent under the porch light, as she rifled through her small purse in search of keys. Quickly found, they were just as quickly utilized.

Once inside Jenny wasted no time in reattaching herself to Andrew's form. Her hands rested on his chest, guiding him to move backwards, towards the nearest piece of furniture. Which just so happened to be a chaise on the outer reaches of the living room. Her continued movement pressed the edge of the furniture against his lower legs and she gave a little extra push so as insist that he sit.

She allowed him a moment to settle however he might while her hands moved to the hem of her t-shirt. The garment was peeled up and away from her body, tossed aside carelessly as she approached and straddled Andrew's lap. Immediately her lips were upon his, hardly giving him time at all to appreciate the intricately designed black lace bra that clung possessively to the curves of her generous breasts. Her hands caressed his face, the fingertips of one hand moving into his hair as her mouth devoured his. Her hips moved suggestively against him, a moan to emanating from her throat as his hardness brushed against her clit; it wasn't but seconds later that her hands descended, working to undo the buttons of Andrew's dress shirt.

She was going to savor this.

 

[Maka]

Jenny's deft, graceful fingers were undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. She was straddling him, kissing him hungrily, a purring sound of deep contentment coming from somewhere deep in her throat. Andrew kissed her back, relishing her sweetness, her warmth, her eagerness -the part of him urging caution drowned under a wave of lust. Jenny tonight had been a revelation. As friendly and affectionate as she was to all at the office, there had always been a certain demure reserve to her, an effortless way of shutting down the occasional office Lothario who got too friendly.

But that reserve was nowhere in evidence now. Her entire slim body was quivering with lust and need, her aquamarine eyes wide with arousal. She was kissing him as though she needed his lips more than oxygen, trembling fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt like a girl unwrapping an incredibly desired Christmas present.

Andrew's own hands went to her face. He slowly caressed the delicate features of her face and let his hands run through her silky smooth face. For a moment, he broke their kiss and looked deep into her eyes. She was gorgeous, warm, intelligent, funny and confident of herself, and infinitely desirable, with a tight, perfect body and a libido to match it. She was all he'd ever wanted and a year, a month or even two weeks ago, this would have been perfect, something so natural and right that it could have been no other way...

Andrew shook the thought. He needed to stop acting like there was some kind of romance, or hope of romance, between himself, Sam and Alicia. He needed to move on -and he knew just how to do it. His shirt fell away as the final button came undone. His hands went to Jenny's back, pulling her even closer to him while he smoothly undid the catch of her black lace bra and then placed his hands on her large breasts.

They felt wonderful -firm ivory globes, so perfectly proportioned and so smooth and supple under his hands. He gently squeezed them, brushing the stiff nipples with his thumbs, then bent his head to give them a series of slow, loving kisses, spiralling around the aureole, each one followed by a flickering little lick at the nipple, taking his time with her body, feeling out its intimate responses and needs.

 

[AnyOtherName]

She couldn't help but to contently sigh as she felt his hands stroke the sides of her face. The noise remained in her throat, Jenny's lips attached greedily to Andrew's. She didn't resist as he broke the kiss between them, however, but another noise escaped her: a short exhale that came in the form of a high pitched huff. Aquamarine eyes returned his appreciative gaze, alight with lust and admiration.

It was entirely too easy to lose herself in the moment. Jenny smiled softly as she became aware of a heat spreading across her face: it'd translate to a considerable blush over her pale features, she knew. She diverted her attention to the last of his shirt buttons, watched as the material fell away from him. The man was fit, his muscle structure defined and sleek upon his lean form. Jenny could always tell, and had always imagined. But to see it? To feel the contours of his strong chest...

Andrew's hands moved over her back and Jenny leaned forward even as he drew her closer to him. Her hands had dropped to his torso, flattened palms taking in the feel of his body. She'd remove them only to shrug off and cast aside her bra once Andrew had unhooked the garment; his hands quickly replaced the cups of the fabric, pressing and lifting her generous globes with the contact. Jenny felt her hips jerk lightly in response. As he brushed his thumbs against her already hardened nipples, she gasped with pleasure.

The way the man took her breast into his mouth was enthralling. There was no hesitation as his parted lips approached the rose colored caps of flesh, a sense of familiarity as his tongue swept around the stiff nubs of her nipples. He flicking at the risen flesh playfully.

Fuck, she was moaning already. Neither of them even had their pants off and Jenny was so intensely aroused that she could not stop the want of her hips to continually rock against Andrew's lap; the shifting of her panties as she rubbed against the outline of his cock making it all the more obvious just how wet she had become.

She could let him fondle her like this forever. If it weren't for the overwhelming desire to escalate, that is. It couldn't have been more than a full minute before Jenny's hands pushed on the man's chest, pressing his back against the risen portion of the chaise. With a devious smirk upon her lips she leaned forward, placing her lips at the base of Andrew's throat. She began trailing kisses and licks down the chiseled definitions of his chest as her hands settled at the top hem of his slacks. While the descent of her mouth was anything but hurried, her hands very quickly worked to free Andrew from the confines of his pants. The clothing was drawn downwards, his massive cock sprung free as Jenny's breasts brushed against his lap. For a moment she paused her progress, using her hands to press the globes of flesh around his shaft. She gave a few strokes of her body before resuming her descent.

Her opened mouth pressed against his intimate flesh. Teasingly so: a hot breath spilled from her lips, the movement of her face moments after causing for his length to brush against her cheek. Fingernails lightly traced over Andrew's thighs, moving towards and then away from his arousal. Jenny drew back her face enough to visually appreciate his size.

“Fuck, Andrew...” she purred. Her sparkling eyes swept up his body briefly, gaze falling upon his face, a hand moving to grasp him at the base of his thick shaft. She gave Andrew a small smile as her hand began to slowly stroke him. Returning her gaze to his glorious manhood, she leaned forward once again; this time she pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock, trailing a pressured lick towards his crown. She wouldn't take him into her mouth. At least, not yet. Instead, her hand settled at his base as she descended for another full lick. Her alternate hand trailed from his thigh and towards his scrotum. Lightly, she'd take his sack in hand, massaging him tenderly as she continued to lick and tease his length. She'd kiss his tip, hint at taking him into her mouth with shallow penetrations, only to slip him back out from between her lips. Again, she'd lick and open-mouthed kiss at the flesh of his cock. She moaned as she savored his taste.

 

[Maka]

A deep flush spread across Jenny's delicate porcelain features and her eyes acquired on a sensuous glow as her fingers brushed the contours of Andrew's chest, her mouth parting slightly as though the gorgeous young woman were lost in a dreamy, erotic wonderland.

As though unable to control herself, her hips rocked and grinded against the huge bulge in his pants as Andrew bathed her breasts in kisses and licks, swiping the sensitive nipples, luxuriating in the size and weight of Jenny's impressive breasts. Andrew used Jenny's involuntary throaty moans and little excited movements as a guide, slowly coming to know her body's most sweetly sensitive spots.

For just a moment, a vision intruded on Andrew's mind. It was of those first nights he had spent with Alicia and Sam, of how patient and tender he had been with them at first, slowly learning the secret sensitive places on their flawless young bodies that could drive them wild with desire, then making good use of that knowledge. He'd never forget the look in Sam's heavy-lidded dark eyes, lying back in a dazed stupor after her third orgasm in as many minutes, slowly surfacing as Alicia kissed and licked her back to consciousness. Regret flared, and the pain that Andrew had successfully banished for the night.

But then those feelings were once again driven away as Jenny gently pushed him back and fastened her lips on the base of his throat, giving greedy and achingly attentive kisses, slowly letting her lips and tongue taste him. Taking her time, a girl in no hurry, each kiss an unspoken, obscene promise. All the while, deft, eager fingers undid his belt and pushed the fabric of his pants and boxers away, letting the massive manhood free to slap against his washboard stomach. Jenny's kisses took her down to his lap and in the same moment she used her hands to engulf his cock in her large, creamy breasts. They felt divine as Jenny rubbed herself against it, her eyes closed in bliss.

The mushroom head of Andrew's cock protruded through the ivory globes of Jenny's breasts and Jenny ran a teasing warm breath along it, brushing it against her cheek with a kind of innocent pleasure on her face. She tilted her head back, taking in the sheer size of the monster between her breasts in silent, worshipful awe.

"Fuck, Andrew... "

A wicked smile forecast her intentions, for within moments, her head had dipped down and she was licking his cock, long and leisurely swipes supplemented by steady motions of her hand at his sack. She teased him, making as if to take his cockhead fully into her wet warm mouth then letting it out again. A drop of precum appeared at the tip of Andrew's cock and Jenny licked it up with a moan of delight.

Andrew let out a growl, forcing himself to remain still. Mischevious Jenny knew what she was doing to him. The calm, courteous party-guest, the quietly competent co-worker was melting away, to be replaced by a man that only a certain select number of women ever came to know -the wild and insatiable lover.

He met Jenny's gaze, those sparkling eyes demurely half-closed as she descended again and again. His own level, hungry gaze held a simple promise: she'd be experiencing the extremes of pleasure at his hands tonight.

 

[AnyOtherName]

The woman took a perverse amount of pride in Andrew's response to her attentions. The sample of his essence: an aphrodisiac like none other. The growl that issued from his throat as Jenny gathered his precum onto her tongue created an inferno of her already burning desire to have him and whatever pleasures they could bring each other. She glanced up towards his face, soaking in the details of his expression as she continued to tease him – a hand stroked his thick shaft from base to tip, while the other massaged and tenderly caressed his sack. Her smile twisted into a mischievous grin.

Her kissing and licking of his cock had left trails of saliva on his intimate flesh. Not so much, though, that her stroking hand would gather much lubrication as she continued to fondle his length. Her grip remained loose, the soft skin of her hand skimming in it's contact, a span of distance remaining between the curve of her fingers and thumb as they sought to envelope his girth.

“I don't think the rumors do you justice,” she mused.

Jenny's face remained close to his lap, her body propped on elbows and knees, her feet left to dangle over the edge of the chaise. Whereas her arms were acutely angled, her upper body lowered and brushing against the inside of Andrew's thighs, her ass was hoisted high into the air. Her gaze trailed from his face and back to his massive manhood. It was difficult to imagine that he'd fit inside of her, even with the soaking state of her sex...

“Andrew,” she purred, a heated breath rolling across his saliva slickened crown. The inhalation that followed was punctuated with the sharpness of rushing air. The breath was shallow, and quick – much like the beating of Jenny's heart. Never had she imagined – or well, believed – that she and Andrew would ever...

And yet here he was. His chiseled torso on display, his engorged cock throbbing beneath the grip of her hand. His eyes focused intently on Jenny as she expressed a sensual nature that was non-existent in her work persona.

Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, the slippery appendage pressing firmly against the crease of the man's crown. Slowly, she'd trace around his tip, her mouth refraining from enclosing around him during the action. Her hand continued to lightly stroke his shaft.

She slipped him into her mouth, just as shallowly as before, lips sealing greedily against him. For a moment the woman held her position, her tongue pressing and then licking the underside of his manhood. She slid a couple more inches of his length into her maw and a muffled moan reverberated against his flesh. Her hips shifted slightly, her hind section still prominently held high in the air, the motion causing for the material of her jeans to rub between her legs. She gave a single additional, slow pump of her face, taking him no deeper than before. Then, with a quiet whimper, she withdrew her mouth.

She lowered her face and shifted her grip so as to deliver another full lengthed lick to his cock. Blue-green eyes flashed to meet his gaze, a smile playing upon the corners of her lips. Her hands, of course, remained on their former courses.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” she spoke in a low, husky tone. Parted lips pressed against the tip of his glorious erectness. Jenny's tongue flicked at him teasingly before she continued to speak, the flesh of her lips still against him as they moved with her words. “If you ask nicely enough, perhaps I could be convinced to suck your cock."

 

[Maka]

Jenny drew back her little pink tongue from the head of Andrew's cock and a shiver of delight seemed to pass through her entire slim body as she tasted his precum, her aquamarine eyes glowing with lust. She seemed unable to tear her admiring, adoring gaze away from the object of her attentions, one eager, sensual lick following another, her hands never ceasing from their worshipful caresses. His cock was glistening with her saliva. Her teasing mouth and tongue was a sweet, rich torture, the purring murmurs of pleasure that escaped her throat the perfect soundtrack for the experience.

Jenny's large, perfect breasts were an object of admiration and speculation among most of her male co-workers. She always dressed modestly and appropriately at work, but it wasn't enough to hide the lush, supple globes made so prominent by her slender frame. There had, for a brief time, been a circle of men collaborating in finding ways to manipulate Jenny into bending down in front of them, in search of a 'lost file' or deliberately dropped pen. They did simply for the heavenly view of her cleavage that it briefly afforded them. When Andrew had found out about it, he himself had put a stop to the game with a few curt, direct words. It had never occured to him that he would one day recieve his own glorious view of Jenny's incomparable ivory breasts -wrapped around his cock as she leant into his lap to suckle thirstily at its head.

She purred his name like a lustful prayer, breathing hot on the crown of his cock. Her gifted tongue licked a spiral around the head of his cock, then she fed two more inches into her mouth -her lips forming a perfect seal. Slow and sensual, she pumped it into her mouth. There was a soft whimper of desolation as it once again left her lips, the air very cool against the hyper-sensitive head of Andrew's cock.

She looked up at him and smiled mischeviously, playfully. She spoke against his cock, her breath still stirring it, supplementing her words with little licks, her voice husky with arousal.

“Tell me how badly you want it. If you ask nicely enough, perhaps I could be convinced to suck your cock."

Jenny's tight, breathtakingly well-formed ass was also a favorite topic at work -office legend held that the heart-attack of one elderly manager had been caused solely by the sight from behind of Jenny walking down the corridor in a close-cut skirt. Now, that ass was lifted high in the air as Jenny bent to her lusty work, form-fitting jeans showing it off to best advantage. It was too much for Andrew, just as (in a different way) it had been allegedly too much for a possibly apocryphal senior manager). He slipped his hand to her waist and undid the buckle of her belt, then slid her jeans over her legs. Her panties followed next, coming quickly -weighted down by their own moisture. Jenny had soaked them through. Andrew was now free to feast his eyes on the sight of Jenny's nude, gorgeous ass and legs.

"Is that so?" Andrew said quietly, smiling. He leant forward, his movement pushing his behemoth cock up between Jenny's breasts and hard against her lips, and placed a finger at the entrance to her pussy, feeling the slick heat of her juices.

Sam, putting two fingers into Alicia's sex, and smilingly telling him how soaked she was already... No! A wild, lusty light had come into Andrew's eyes.

"Feels to me like you might want to suck my cock just as bad as I want to you... "

He pushed his finger playfully inside, his free fingers cupping her sweet, firm ass at the same time.

"Ask nicely... hmm. Please suck my cock, Jenny. Please suck it like I know you can, like a cock-hungry, cum-craving horny little whore. Let me explode in your mouth. Let me paint your face and breasts in my cum. Then let me grab you and turn you round and pound you nice and hard, just fuck til you can't stand any more, til you explode with pleasure, til you come like a freight-train again and again... "

Andrew's voice was level and calm. He could have been talking about anything at all. Only two things reflected the contents of his words -the glow of lust in his eyes and the total confidence and authority in his deep voice.

 

[AnyOtherName]

She hadn't expected him to turn it on her. Jenny had thought – was certain, even – that she had some advantage. That Andrew would beg to have her attentions, plead to feel her wet warm mouth around his cock...

But rather than rush to satisfy the woman's vocal desires his efforts were upon her clothing. Jenny's belt was deftly unbuckled, her jeans and then panties drawn over the curve of her ass, trailed down the toned flesh of her thighs, and left in a puddle around her knees. Andrew's position shifted, causing for his thick shaft to press insistently against Jenny as he moved to place a hand upon her ass. She stifled a moan as she felt a finger against her slit, it's tip placed teasingly at the opening of her womanly passage. Lightly, she kissed the underside of his erectness, resisting the want to press back against his hand.

She inclined her gaze to his face as he spoke. At his inference of her want the woman's lips parted as if with a rebuttal – but before she was able to formulate an argument Andrew thrust his finger inside of her soaked pussy. A gasp escaped her yet-open mouth. It didn't dissuade her want to claim that he wanted it more than her, but...

“Ask nicely... hmm.” It was of course obvious to them both that the man feigned the consideration. ”Please suck my cock, Jenny. Please suck it like I know you can, like a cock-hungry, cum-craving horny little whore.” The chestnut haired woman felt her cheeks set afire. She should refute him: but in stunned silence she merely listened as he calmly continued. ”Let me explode in your mouth. Let me paint your face and breasts in my cum.” Jenny knew that she should be insulted at the suggestion of such indignities. “Then let me grab you and turn you round and pound you nice and hard, just fuck til you can't stand any more, til you explode with pleasure, til you come like a freight-train again and again...” He said all of these things without so much as a pause, assured of every word he spoke.

His co-worker was dumbstruck.

Jenny's aquamarine eyes remained on his face, her expression one of shock and disbelief. Shock, that he'd so easily called her a cock-hungry, cum-craving horny little whore. Disbelief, that those exact words elicited a thrill from somewhere deep inside of her. She'd blame the slight intoxication of the evening rather than try to fight the moment or devolve into an abyss of self criticism. After only moments Jenny regained a familiar smirk.

“Big words, Andrew.” Her hand stroked his length, her grip breaking apart as she approached his base. Her fingers pivoted towards his tip and they splayed apart as she pressed towards his crown. Only the contact of her fingertips trailed back downwards after brushing contact with his head. “I hope you know better than to make false promises. I'll be disappointed if you deliver anything less.”

She held eye contact with him as her tongue lapped over his crown. She kissed and suckled the head of his cock, teased as if to take him deeper – but, again, she slipped little more than his tip beyond her lips. She withdrew, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily as she nuzzled his length against her cheek. After taking a deep inhalation of his scent she repositioned herself, placing her weight upon her hands. Pushing herself upwards, the pillowy flesh of her tits slid up his lap, generous globes brushing against the sides of his shaft as she moved. Her body descended, her tongue pressing against his sensitive flesh as it emerged from between her cleavage. A few similar passes followed. Soon, though, the pattern would change. Jenny would finally take him into her mouth, her face pressing towards his lap without hesitation. She'd take him deep enough to feel him nudge at the back of her throat. Settling onto a balance on her knees, which required inching herself forward somewhat, her hands moved to press her breasts together around him.

Jenny's tongue moved possessively against the contours of his monstrous cock, her lips sliding nearly to his tip as she slowly acquainted herself with the feel of his girth. She'd take him into her mouth again – mindful of just how wide her jaw needed to remain – taking him just as deeply as before. The third time her head bobbed down his length she pressed him even deeper, beyond the threshold of being able to breathe, nearly causing herself to gag. Still, there remained the greater portion of his manhood, of which the woman serviced between her breasts. It wasn't long before an excess of saliva coated her cleavage, the motions of her body carrying her chest upwards as her mouth retreated, the following descent smearing the wetness over the rest of Andrew's cock.

Her pace picked up after what seemed to be several minutes – whereupon the strokes of her face brought him deeper into her throat, her gag reflex overcome. A greedy moan escaped her.

 

[Maka]

Total shock covered Jenny's face at Andrew's words, along with a vivid flush that only made her face all the more beautiful. Despite the circumstances and her nudity, she looked poignantly innocent and startled for a moment, perhaps even a little frightened -not frightened by the tall, naked man looming over but by her own reaction to the words.

It was easy to understand her shock. Andrew was a private individual and his co-workers saw only the professional side to his life -calm, collected and courteous to his colleagues. To hear him growling out obscene commands and promises must have seemed almost surreal. It had been summoned up in him like a demon -by the alcohol, by his frustration and loss and submerged hurt over Alicia and Sam, but most of all by the gorgeous nude siren giving his cock an incredibly loving, thorough servicing with her wet, warm mouth.

Jenny's shock lasted only an instant, before being replaced by a coy little smirk, her fingers trailing down the massive length of his cock.

“Big words, Andrew”, she purred. “I hope you know better than to make false promises. I'll be disappointed if you deliver anything less.”

Andrew grinned, and lifted her chin up with his finger to regard her sparkling gaze. She was a wonder -a sweet, kindhearted and coolly self-possessed worker who turned into an utterly wanton minx with a ravenous appetite for cock behind closed doors.

"Baby," he told her, the cocky grin never leaving his face, "You're not gonna be able to walk by the time I'm done with you."

His words trailed off into a low, deep, masculine groan of pleasure as Jenny's head descended on his cock, engulfing its head in a warm, wet kiss before withdrawing, Jenny's eyes closed in pleasure. It got better and better, as Jenny began taking his cock into her mouth and down her throat, her tongue swirling about its length while she wrapped her huge, pillowy breasts about the shaft.

Glistening saliva from Jenny's mouth slicked the behemoth cock and the channel of her firm breasts. Her cheeks distended, she presented a sight of depraved erotic beauty to Andrew looking down -a demurely lovely young angel sucking a massive cock, relishing the divine pleasure she could bring him. She gave a muffled moan of delight as, after several minutes, she succeeded in sliding his cock as far down her throat as it would go, the vibrations in her mouth thrilling Andrew.

He felt the pressure building inside of him, drawn up by the exquisite sensations, and did not try to hold it back. He knew he'd still be able to fulfil every one of his boasts to Jenny afterwards -his late relationship with Alicia and Sam had been virtually predicated on his ability to come again and again, each time with the same force and power. Alicia in particular, having resorted for so long to mechanical recourses, was absolutely crazy for the hot wet blast of his seed and sometimes mock-pouted when he came in Sam's mouth -playfully complaining that 'She doesn't appreciate it like I do'. Though that almost certainly wasn't true based on the quality and enthusiasm of the Asian girl's cock-sucking.

But Jenny could have given them both a run for their money. She was steadily sucking now, as though she needed his seed more than oxygen. As though irresistibly compelled, Andrew half-rose to his feet and began fucking Jenny's tits with his shaft, his movements lubricated by the saliva.

And then he hit the point of no return. A geyser of hot white cum blasted forth, straight into Jenny's throat. There was so much that some dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and on to her supple breasts, mixing with her saliva.

Andrew continued to half stand, looking down reverently. He pushed his hands gently through Jenny's soft, silky honey chestnut hair -giving her a foretaste of the tender, romantic lover he could also be.

"Wow," was all he said. Then he reached down and scooped her up in one effortless movement, his hands cradling her back and firm ass.

"Now I believe I made you a promise. Would you like me to deliver in the bedroom... or right here on the floor?"