saysalice
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Without thinking, she blurted, "I have sucked - " and then caught herself, blushing furiously, glad he couldn't see her, under the desk. That wasn't the sort of thing you admitted to your boss, it wasn't something to be proud of. What had made him assume she had experience? She wasn't sure what was more humiliating.
His direct orders spurred her to action, but he was speaking to her like she was simple - not telling her specifically how to please him. It was a test of her abilities, more like an interview than like foreplay. She'd done this before, but it was so unlike the eager fumblings and encouragements she was used to from her young lovers. The sound of his typing just above her head made it obvious that Mr. Munson was going to continue working, as if it was nothing to him. As she reached into his briefs, she heard him dialing out on his phone, completely unconcerned that his conversation would be disturbed in the slightest.
And he wasn't hard for her. It was a nice cock, even in its disinterested state, but if the sight of her bare tits and the exertion of slapping them around had excited him at all, he was certainly over it now. To be told: do it, and don't stop until I tell you made it easier, and she mumured, "Yes, sir," close enough that he would feel her lips moving against his warm flesh.
She didn't know where to begin. When she was consumed with lust and felt a man's desire for her, she was able to get caught up in the moment and tease and please and play as came naturally to her, as she wanted to. This was different. She wanted very much to pleasure her boss, to impress him, to make him want her, but suddenly it seemed that everything she ever knew (or thought she knew) about cocksucking had fled her memory. For several long seconds she just looked at his cock helplessly.
Stop thinking so much. She leaned in, wetting her lips and taking the tip of his cock between them, gently tonguing it, tasting it. Get it wet, she reminded herself, letting her warm wet tongue work down the length of him as she eased more of him into her mouth. She slurped loudly - once - and paused, feeling the heat in her cheeks, wondering if the phone would pick up the noise. Don't get sloppy. With her mouth around him, she remembered what to do, bobbing up and down slightly to tease him as she took him all the way into her mouth. Ah yes, there - he wasn't impervious - she could feel his cock firming up under her attentions, and she was gratified...but he wasn't rock-hard, by any stretch of the imagination.
She plunged deep on him, determined now, feeling the wetness at the corners of her mouth as she controlled the movement to keep from gagging - a retching sound would carry, in the quiet office, and would be unmistakeable. Pushing her tongue out to tickle his balls as she held herself deep - this used to impress her last boyfriend, she reflected, as her eyes began to water with the effort.
But still, when she drew back she was dismayed to see that Mr. Munson remained rather unimpressed. She bobbed shallowly, thoughtfully, on the tip of his cock and tried to think of something else, listening to him arguing with someone on the other end of the phone. She wasn't having any real effect at all, and Lisa couldn't help feeling a bit insulted. If he was so uninterested, why was she bothering to go to this trouble?
In a fit of pique, she took him deep again - and dragged her teeth lightly along the length of his shaft on the upstroke, just to see if he was paying attention.
His direct orders spurred her to action, but he was speaking to her like she was simple - not telling her specifically how to please him. It was a test of her abilities, more like an interview than like foreplay. She'd done this before, but it was so unlike the eager fumblings and encouragements she was used to from her young lovers. The sound of his typing just above her head made it obvious that Mr. Munson was going to continue working, as if it was nothing to him. As she reached into his briefs, she heard him dialing out on his phone, completely unconcerned that his conversation would be disturbed in the slightest.
And he wasn't hard for her. It was a nice cock, even in its disinterested state, but if the sight of her bare tits and the exertion of slapping them around had excited him at all, he was certainly over it now. To be told: do it, and don't stop until I tell you made it easier, and she mumured, "Yes, sir," close enough that he would feel her lips moving against his warm flesh.
She didn't know where to begin. When she was consumed with lust and felt a man's desire for her, she was able to get caught up in the moment and tease and please and play as came naturally to her, as she wanted to. This was different. She wanted very much to pleasure her boss, to impress him, to make him want her, but suddenly it seemed that everything she ever knew (or thought she knew) about cocksucking had fled her memory. For several long seconds she just looked at his cock helplessly.
Stop thinking so much. She leaned in, wetting her lips and taking the tip of his cock between them, gently tonguing it, tasting it. Get it wet, she reminded herself, letting her warm wet tongue work down the length of him as she eased more of him into her mouth. She slurped loudly - once - and paused, feeling the heat in her cheeks, wondering if the phone would pick up the noise. Don't get sloppy. With her mouth around him, she remembered what to do, bobbing up and down slightly to tease him as she took him all the way into her mouth. Ah yes, there - he wasn't impervious - she could feel his cock firming up under her attentions, and she was gratified...but he wasn't rock-hard, by any stretch of the imagination.
She plunged deep on him, determined now, feeling the wetness at the corners of her mouth as she controlled the movement to keep from gagging - a retching sound would carry, in the quiet office, and would be unmistakeable. Pushing her tongue out to tickle his balls as she held herself deep - this used to impress her last boyfriend, she reflected, as her eyes began to water with the effort.
But still, when she drew back she was dismayed to see that Mr. Munson remained rather unimpressed. She bobbed shallowly, thoughtfully, on the tip of his cock and tried to think of something else, listening to him arguing with someone on the other end of the phone. She wasn't having any real effect at all, and Lisa couldn't help feeling a bit insulted. If he was so uninterested, why was she bothering to go to this trouble?
In a fit of pique, she took him deep again - and dragged her teeth lightly along the length of his shaft on the upstroke, just to see if he was paying attention.
