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It was approaching the Christmas break and in the suburbs the kids were out of school and playing in the streets as I came home exhausted from my day at work. As much as I enjoyed working as an internet repairman it was paying great but physically taxing and what was worse was coming home to find it empty of anyone. Perhaps I should just get a dog to have someone waiting, but I did not want to be this much of a whiner.

I had spent most of my time repairing other people’s connections that I have systematically separated myself from any other form of having life. I had not even gone out for a party, even a simple birthday party for a slice of cake, in over a year. It wasn’t that I needed the money; it was that having fun lost its meaning when my best friend moved away. We use to do everything together, some had us pegged as a couple, but I’m not sure. Having her gone for so long my memory began to fade.

Going up the steps to the front door and taking out the mail from the box my eyes flicked over to my neighbors and found that there were no cars in the driveways. They must not be back yet and looking over at one house all of these memories came flowing back, but she was gone now, off making a better life for herself. Throwing the lock and stepping inside and feeling the cool AC flowing past and cooling my heated body it was a welcome reprieve as I took off my boots and set the mail on the small table before plunging myself into the fridge for left overs. There were some chicken wings that needed to be nuked and throwing them into the microwave I went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower and remove this grime and sweat from my body. The hot water was soothing to the muscles and getting the sweat out from my long, sleek hair felt elating to say the least as before it was a tangled mess and seeing my skin no longer spotted with black and glistening from the sweat.

Stepping out I put on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants and black socks, the only clean clothes I had left and went back downstairs. By then the wings were done and I could enjoy some pointless drivel on screen. This being a Friday and no work for three days I could finally indulge myself in something and taking out a large bottle of coke and going over to the television and flopping down into the black leather recliner.
 
"Sierra, Sierra. Look at how you've changed," I looked into the mirror, admiring my own form. I worked out, mainly because it was a good breather from the intense work schedule I had. A positive by-product was a toned body that seemed to drive men and women crazy. And I did have to put it to good use on several occasions since I left my hometown.

Now, as senior vice president of sales and marketing for a multi-national corporation, I frequently had to travel. I saw it as both a strain, and a perk. I felt less accountable when I was thousand of miles away from the places where people would know me. It made me feel free. And to some extent, I've taken a little too much liberty with this freedom.

I also felt loss. As if I didn't know who I was anymore. Sure, I was making more money in a year than what some people could imagine in a lifetime. But I didn't have, or couldn't keep, any serious relationships. One night stands were becoming increasingly common; and in some cases, they were necessary.

Interestingly, my next business trip was going to take me to a place very close to my hometown. And I wondered if he was still around.
 
The wings were better than what was on the screen, but they didn't last long. Now there was a pile of bones next to my chair as I began nodding off. That was my life, just going from day to day. I lost most of my focus after high school because the light of my life left me.

Her name was Sierra. We were sweethearts all through high school and we were thinking of tying the knot right afterwards, but we were faced with a terrible decision, one that continues to linger over me.

I shook my head trying to get rid of the bad dreams. Why did they persist to haunt me? The damage was done, it was years ago, but just the mere thought of her brought it all flooding back.

Even four years in the service didn't clear my head of Sierra, and all of the women I had tried to be will, none of them could ever stack up to her, her memory.
 
"What do you mean you didn't close?"

Sierra could feel more than a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. She ran a tight ship, comprising mostly young men who were either charming or excellent at data analytics, and young women who were like herself, attractive and ambitious. But clearly, none of them possessed the finesse and guile to excel in this business. Not yet anyway.

One of her more senior staff had been negotiating with a major client. She had, apparently, tried to use her charms on the sales rep - in fact he got lucky in the back of a limousine. But afterwards, he had brushed her aside, and mentioned that they needed a better offer to match one that was already on the table. From one of their rival firms.

Sierra wasn't going to take this lying down. She was going to get the deal back, even if it means pulling out all her stops.

The younger woman, Michelle, continued to apologise profusely, but Sierra waved her away. She needed some time to think this through...

...Sierra called Michelle and her small team in.

"I need the numbers on this deal. Give me an indicative figure that you think our rival offered. I will make sure we close this," Michelle quickly looked down as Sierra eyed her.

Without any further questions, the team began to turn and leave the office.

"Michelle, you'll stay," Sierra said, as the rest of her team filtered out.

"Close the door and the blinds," Sierra continued, as she stood up, and pulled her jacket off.
 
Before we parted ways I gave her my number. We kept in touch for a while, but slowly the calls stopped coming and I wondered if she had moved on in life, much like I had. Every once in awhile when the phone would vibrate, I would wish it would be Sierra, but that hasn't happened in years.

The movie must have been boring enough that I nodded off. Time to work out. In the back of the house was my small weight lifting room. To keep my mind off things I would work out for an hour. Burning calories and toning the muscles, running till my body glistened with sweat and all of the muscles in my body ached, 100 push ups, squats, and sit ups, arm curls with 75lb weights, ah! I could feel the burn. It was wonderful until I had to stop.

Slipping into the shower to wash away that stench of sweat and ease the muscles my phone started to vibrate and I immediately snatched it and read the screen, it was a girl named Jessica, someone I worked with. She said that she just got off of work and wanted to know if we could have drinks. Hmmm. Nothing else better to do, I texted her sure and I would meet her at the bar.
 
Sierra straightened her skirt as she watched Michelle walk over to the blinds, turning it so that the light from the rest of the office could shine in. There wasn't anyone outside trying to peep in. After all, everyone who stayed in the company long enough knew about Sierra's "training sessions".

"Remember Michelle, you're one of my my senior sales staff. You should know very well that there is no such thing as a freebie for our clients. You must always get back more than what you give. Set me up with a meeting with the sales rep this evening. You'll come along too." Sierra said with a degree of finality.

Michelle acknowledged Sierra's instructions, and then left the room. Sierra sat back in her chair, and sighed. When did this become normal to her?
 
Getting ready, there was no need to be picky about appearances, just a long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. Combed the hair and on with the shoes and out I went. The bar was already hopping with the game on all of the televisions and the roar of die hard fans was near deafening as I stepped inside the dim light but cool confines.

Jessica was already there, waving me over to the bar. She had started without me. I ordered a beer as I sat on the stool next to her and she immediately leaned towards me asking how was work. "Just the usual stuff" I replied. "Lay wires and test cables and listen to the belly aching of someone who is now watching static as if it's the worst thing in the world."

She laughed at this, "I know the feeling. I had a guy yelling at our tech support people all because he had been without his channels for five minutes. Five whole minutes! Was trying to rip them a new one. Good thing I'm not with tech support."

After a few more sips of her drink she began to lean on me a bit more and more batting her smokey mascara eyes, obviously trying to flirt, but wasn't sure if it was genuine or the alcohol talking, but I didn't reject her advance.
 
Sierra sat in the back of the limousine, looking through her files. She was preparing for the meeting with the major client out of town the following day, so this evening was nothing more than a minor distraction. In some way, she needed it.

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Michelle called up her client, trying to sweet-talk him.

"Yes, we definitely have a better offer for you. More of...yes, we can discuss the details when we meet. I've brought my boss along too...yes, I'm sure you would be able to strike a deal with her," Michelle glanced in Sierra's direction momentarily.

The vehicle pulled up at the front of the client's hotel lobby.

A few moments passed before the door was pulled open by one of the hotel bellboys, and in stepped a pudgy-looking middle-aged man who looked someone who was just abusing what little authority he had been given.

Sierra gave a knowing nod to Michelle. She could see why even Michelle would have trouble closing with this man.

Sierra got up from her seat, and in a hunched position, made her way towards the man. Sierra wore a simple orange dress that did everything to hug her curves, topped up with a pair of acrylic, transparent heels that accentuated her toned legs. She watched as his eyes naturally gravitated to the front of her dress, and she smiled. He was hooked.

"Mr Jones, I'm Ms Hughes, senior vice president of sales and marketing. I'm in charge of your company's account and I am pleased to meet you. And you can call me Sierra," Sierra said, extended her hands as she took in a short, sharp breath, pushing out her breasts even more from within the dress.

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"Can I learn more about you?" Asked Jessica.

"What do you want to know?" I replied. She was losing her focus on the game and focusing on me, perhaps that was her goal all along.

"I notice that you don't date..well. ..anyone. Why is that?" Jessica asked then took a long sip on her drink, but never taking eye contact off of me.

I didn't know what to say about that. Perhaps the easiest way would be just to be honest, "I just...haven't met the right one." Didn't say 'yet' because I wanted to continue holding on to Sierra, but Jessica it was as though Sierra was nonexistent.

"Awwww. What are you holding on for?" she asked batting her eyes then came a twist in her hips that traversed her chest towards me, then came the reveal as she showed a button up blouse that conformed well to her body. She began fanning herself with the right hand, "Whew. It's getting hot in here. Must be all of the manhood passing around, right?" she laughed then came the pop, the first button was undone. Didn't show much except a sliver of skin undernestu, but it was only a taste of what was to come.

A few minutes later of banter she popped a second and then a third button, now there was a good deal of cleavage showing and Jessica was trying to get me to look, holding her breath and thrusting them out. They were nice, but it just wasn't working. She knew it and continued to try harder ways.
 
"Shall we begin with some champagne before we reach the restaurant?" Sierra asked. No one has ever said no to free bubbly, so with a quick nod, Michelle picked up the bottle in the chilled bucket, and began to pour the smooth liquid into three glasses.

Mr Jones sat opposite Sierra, trying hard to look disinterested. Within the first few moments, Sierra had already caught him checking her out several times. But she reminded herself not to get complacent. In any negotiation, it is always safe to assume that one actually had a weak bargaining position. It was a fact that the numbers Sierra's team had churned out did not support. Their company had a strong position.

Michelle was done soon enough. She passed the first glass to Sierra, a deliberate move to let Mr Jones know who was still boss, but thereafter she slid in next to Mr Jones holding both glasses, and cosied up to him.

"Hello Mr Jones, missed me?" Michelle said as she leaned in to give Mr Jones a peck on his cheek (and an eyeful down her black dress).

Sierra crossed her leg, and held her glass up.

"Here's to a successful partnership, Mr Jones," Sierra said, eyeing the man. He looked up at her, unable to hold back a smile, and responded with a tip of his glass in her direction.
 
After a few minutes there were less words and more subtle hints at what Jessica wanted. Her red hair was in a pony tail that she hung in front of her right shoulder. She wrapped it around her index finger many times as she looked me over then rested her head on my right shoulder then traced the tip of her index finger slowly up and down my arm. She was driving at some action, but I was trying to resist. Why? Why was I trying to resist? Most men would jump at this in a nanosecond and wreck her shit, but for some queer reason I was fighting the urge to be aroused. She was gorgeous and ready, then came the words, "Why don't we just head back to my place?" she smiled and to hammer her point further she brushes her breasts against my arm. Only a fool would turn her down.

"I've always want to fuck a soldier" she said in a whisper, "Ever wanted to fuck me?" It had to be the booze talking. She had quite a bit, but she said, "You know, I've always wondered why you were so quiet. I bet it was because you were holding out for someone special. Well, how about this? How about we go back to my place and I'll do whatever you want to do. Anything you want." She then smiled flashing the pearl white teeth and whispered directly into my ear, "Anything" then slid her hand between my legs.
 
The whole point of dinner was to make clear their business positions. Mr Jones was trying to play hard ball, but he knew that it was unlikely he would get a better offer than the one Sierra had put on the table. It was a 14% reduction from the initial offer that she had permitted Michelle to offer the first time round. Her team had worked the numbers, and over the course of the next four years, would still net her company a profit of close to a billion dollars.

Mr Jones was really just bargaining for sweeteners. Michelle had, in the first round of negotiation, already given him a blowjob in the back of the limousine. But that wasn't enough to push the deal over the line.

Dinner was at an upscale restaurant in town, all expenses paid for by Sierra's department budget. While people in her line said that marketing and sales was about long shots, Sierra made every dollar count.

The champagne, the steak, the red wine, the oysters, lobsters. Sierra abstained from the foie gras, but she wasn't surprised that Mr Jones went for it. Excesses, after all. But Sierra would make his company pay for every single dollar. By giving up something else of her own. Something she had lost a long time ago.

...

Back in the limousine, Sierra sat back in her original place, opposite Mr Jones. Michelle settled in next to Mr Jones once more. Her face flushed, clearly having had one too many a drink. She draped one foot over Mr Jones' lap now, rubbing the front of his pants as she gave him a show of the wetness that was forming between her legs.

Mr Jones didn't need second invitations. His hands went up to Michelle's breasts, and began squeezing them wildly. He was probably going to spoil the fabric of her dress and the bra she was wearing inside, but he didn't care.

Michelle moaned, a little more contrived than usual. Sierra picked up on this, and more as she watched Michelle flinch a little when Mr Jones began to reach between her legs.

But all this while, Mr Jones sneaked furtive glances in Sierra's direction.

"Why don't you join us?" He suggested. It was clear, that it was really Sierra that he wanted. But he wasn't going to say no to a threesome, clearly.

The limousine stopped, and it was Sierra to make her move. She walked, slightly hunched, towards the pair, and then gracefully squeezed herself between Mr Jones and Michelle. Both of them look up at her, too puzzled to put up a fight. For now.

Sierra whispered in Michelle's ear, though in the confines of the backseat, it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"We're at your place. Go home and have a rest," Sierra said, as she reached over to Michelle's dress and tried to straighten it as best as she could. Sierra watched as tears welled up a little in Michelle's eyes, but Sierra put a quick stop to it.

"Go!" Sierra pulled open the door, and Michelle left quickly, without another word as she turned to watch Sierra close the door between them.

Sierra turned to Mr Jones, and put a finger out over his lips to shush any potential protests.

"Mr Jones, I think we are close to finalising the deal. But I drive a hard bargain too, that's how I get to where I am today. I'm taking back the 14% reduction, and in return," Sierra leaned in, making sure her breath fell gently onto his neck and his ear, and that he could see down the dress he had been trying to peek at the entire evening.

"...we go back to my place and I'll do whatever you want to do. Anything you want."

"Anything," Sierra slid her hands between his legs, and gave his erection a squeeze.
 
Wow! She was tantelizing to say the least. She had a good figure, and was willing to do anything to please me. I should go for it. I was going for it. When we reached her place she said for me to sit down on her plush leather chair and said, "I have a lot of clothes in the back. Is there anything you like?"

Pausing for a moment to guess, "Any uniforms?"

Jessica smiled widely, "Yeah. I have my work clothes. You like that? A little naughty cable worker?"

"Well, anything besides that?"

She held up a finger to her lips and thought, "Well, I do have my old fatigues from the Air Force. How about those?"

"Yes. That sounds lovely" I replied.

Bending forward at the waist Jessica flashed her pearl white teeth, "Going to see which branch is better, is that right?" then tapped the bridge of my nose with the index finger. "I'll be right back" then went down the hall to her room. Waiting for her to change I examined my phone. No calls or texts. For some reason I felt a pit in my stomach, perhaps thinking of Sierra. Damn it. She's gone. Time to move on. You have a good woman right here waiting to please you. At least push those thoughts aside for this one night and relieve the stress. I turned off my phone and put it on the coffee table just as the bedroom door opened and Jessica glided out in front of me wearing her cover and full uniform of the Air Force, except that her blouse was slightly opened showing her large, succulent breasts.
 
Sierra smiled as the door to the limousine slid open. Mr Jones had just signed off on the contract. She faxed it back to the office, and within minutes it was official. She had closed the deal at an even higher price than the one Michelle had offered. On top of taking back the 14% reduction, Sierra bumped it up by another 2%.

In return, Mr Jones had told her about his deepest fantasy, and she told him she was more than happy to play it out.

Back in her service apartment, she led Mr Jones to her office, and instructed him to make himself comfortable on the couch. She even poured him a glass of whisky before heading to her bedroom.

This was the place Sierra called home these days, but it was really just a service apartment - a place for Sierra to service her clients. Now, she just had to pick out that one outfit that she knew would drive Mr Jones crazy.

Completely worth all of 16%.

...

"Close your eyes, Mr Jones," Sierra said from outside the door. She paused for a few moments, and then walked into her office slowly, her heels clicking against her full marble flooring as she proceeded to sit behind her desk.

"Well, do you like what you see," Sierra asked, inviting Mr Jones to look.

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"You like what you see?" Jessica asked leaning forward slightly at the waist allowing her breasts to hang and opening the blouse a bit to show off more cleavage.

"Oh yes" smiling and nodding.

"I thought so" righting herself then cupping the base of the breasts with both hands, "You be surprised how many times these babies got me out of trouble, "That and this..." turning about she leaned forward again, this time the fabric of her uniform conformed tightly around her bubble butt. Reaching back with the right arm she grasped the respective cheek tightly, jiggled it a couple of times, and slapped it hard. "Ah yeah!" she gasped. Turning about to face me she walked over, slipped one leg over mine and sat on my lap gently pushing her hands against my chest and leaning me back against the head rest. "Mmmmm yeah" she smiled. "Like I said, I will do anything you want. I'm always open to trying new things. Now, what would you like me to do to you, or, what would you like to do to me, daddy?"

Haven't been called that for a long time, but she asked for it. Both of my hands moved up and held onto her hips tightly. Jessica smiled again. This was happening. We kissed once, then twice, then out came the tongues as they slid deep into our mouths. Her hands pawed at my shirt then she sat up on her knees and drove her breasts under my chin and wiggled them showing that they were all real.
 
Sierra watched as Mr Jones stood up slowly, enthralled by the sight of her. He began to walk towards the desk, but Sierra put out a hand, and gestured for him to take his seat at the other side of the desk.

"Mr Jones. Doctor Jones," Sierra began, bringing the tip of the pencil up to her lips as her eyes fixated onto his, making sure she had his complete attention. She slowly dragged the tip of the pencil down her chin, her neck, to the front of her chest, and then finally down to her cleavage. Each step of the way, Mr Jones' eyes inched down, until they settled at her breasts threatening to spill out.

"You must be really tired after a long, hard day," Sierra dragged out some of the words intentionally.

"I'll finish all this paperwork for you so that you can have a good rest," Sierra said, pretending to get back to her papers.

Pre-empting his protest, Sierra looked up, in feigned surprise.

"Wait, you don't want me to finish this paperwork for you? Oh, you want a little something to soothe your tense, hard muscles?" Sierra said, now leaning forward over the desk, letting her full breasts hang precariously from the top of her outfit.

She placed both her elbows in front of her chest, deliberately hiding the full view from him.

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"Doctor Jones, why don't you show me which hard muscle you would like me to relief for you?"

Sierra had earlier asked Mr Jones about his deepest fantasies. The rest, was purely down to her own imagination. From what she could tell so far, he absolutely loved it.
 
Her tongue was maddening as she drove it down my throat then her hands rolled up and down my back, breasts against my body, gentle grinding on the lap. My eyes were closed, just feeling in the darkness as our hot bodies went together. Leaning back suddenly she reached up and started to pull open the flaps to her blouse, but I stopped her. "No. Keep it on. It's sexier this way" I said. She smiled and closed them then nipped at me.

"Why don't we try a little something to get you into the mood?" slowly sliding off my lap and scooting the coffee table back with her backside she fell to both knees before me, hands sliding up the thighs and then back down to the knees before parting them and leaning in. With a devilish smile her face hovered over my crotch, the palm of one hand slowly, gently, sliding over the lump. "Can I take it out?" asking in a soft whisper.

"Not yet" I replied and her lips pursed into a pout. "Why don't you give me a little show?"

"Gladly" jumping to her feet. Pushing the table out of the way completely Jessica turned to a profile shot and bent down showing the curvature of her ass then slowly arched her back up in a roll of the body then bringing together both elbows towards her chest hiking up her breasts again. Her tongue came out and slowly rolled over the perimeter of her half pursed lips as her hips shook slowly from side to side. "Daddy, I haven't had any action in so long. I need it" pleading.

"Is that anyway to talk to a superior?" now committed to the roleplay.

Her eyes widened and then she gasped, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it that way..." she began before falling to her knees and hands, "I'm just a poor little Airman trying to make a living."
 
Sierra watched as Mr Jones immediately reached for the front of his pants, and made a move to unbuckle his belt. He fumbled slightly with the belt pin, part of a belt buckle that looked a little tarnished. Soon enough, the leather strap was pulled open, and he began to undo the button of his pants.

Sierra put out her hand, gesturing for him to stop where he was.

"Doctor Jones, that's far enough," Sierra stood up now, for the first time showing him the full glory of her body in that teasing nurse outfit. His hands, and his jaws, dropped at the same time.

Sierra walked over to him, her hips sashaying with each step, causing her breasts to jiggle a little within the outfit, and the hem of her short dress to sway tantalisingly, barely hiding the top of her long, luscious legs.

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With one hand on his thigh, and then another on his chest to push him back, she slowly worked her way up and placed her hand directly above his erection once more.

"I will do the rest for you, or would you first like a little show?"
 
"Trying to make a living seducing your commander?" teasing her.

"Oh, no, sir! I would never do such a thing" she protested while slowly turning her head to the side and spreading the arms apart showing her dangling breasts. "I'm always a professional, first and foremost!"

"Then, what's this I hear about your parties back in the barracks? I hear there's a lot of partying and sex" I asked.

Jessica continued with the roleplay leaning back to straighten herself out but feigned innocence by holding up a finger to her lips and thinking, "Well, sir. You know how the military works, more rumors than facts. I can tell you that most of the rumors about me are absolutely false!"

"Most of them?" winking an eye at her.

"Well..." giggling then shrugging her shoulders, "Some of them are true."

"Which ones are true?" I asked.

Again, Jessica giggled. "I don't know, sir. Why don't you tell me which ones you heard of me and i'll tell you which ones are true."

I was going to tease her with a couple of simple ones before going for the juicy ones. "Drinking in the barracks" I asked and watching her body as she slowly rolled onto her back and looked at me between her parted legs.

"Airmen always drink, sir. You can put the Regs on them, but there's always going to be vodka."

"Partying in the late hours?"

"Well...we partying, sure. But we have to find a way to relieve the stress, am I right?" Jessica replied cupping her breasts again and jiggling them about.

"And the hot sex?"

That made her blush and smile, "Well...sir...I do like dick."
 
Sierra nodded when Mr Jones wanted her to help him with taking his cock out. She gladly accepted with a lick of her lips. She descended to her knees before him, and positioned herself between his legs. He reached out to touch her but she shot a look back at him, disapproving.

"Not yet," Sierra said, in a firm voice.

Sierra held the zip of his pants firmly, and then with her other hand holding on to the front of his pants, and slightly over his hardness, she opened the zipper, taking as much time as she could. Until it was open halfway.

She leaned in, and held the zip between her teeth, as both her hands now rested on his pants. She could feel his throbbing underneath some of her fingers. As gross and listless as Mr Jones had looked, he did show plenty of life where it mattered. Sierra then pulled down the zipper the rest of the way with just her teeth.

What happened next was completely unexpected. First, his cock, as if let out of its confines for the first time in ages, sprang out, narrowly missing Sierra's eye but hitting her squarely against her cheek.

Second, Mr Jones began to groan and proclaim that he was cumming.

And before Sierra had time to register, she saw a glob of his thick cum fly from his cock and land on her chin. She barely had time to reach up to point his cock away from his face when a second, third and then a drizzle of cum splattered all over her neck and then the front of her chest.

But last but not least, as soon as his ejaculation subsided, she watched with amazement as Mr Jones' hardness seemed to grow instead of softening.

Mr Jones reached into his pocket, and pulled out a packet of small pills.

"Your company's product works great!" He said with a loud guffaw.
 
"So I can see, Airmen" I gave her a smirk just as Jessica showed that she could, in fact, do the splits slowly lowering her frame as her legs parted to either side then leaned her abdomen forward and propped up by bent elbows and chin resting on her hands. She had a smug smile on her face knowing this pose showed off a lot and impressed men that she was limber.

Jessica giggled and brushed aside a few strands of her red hair, "You like this, sir?"

"Very much so" I nodded.

"Hehe. Good" on her hands and knees she crawled slowly towards me, swinging her backside left to right and licking her lips, face showing hunger. When she hovered over my crotch, hands on the thighs, she slowly licked the area with the flat of the tongue, "Can I have a peek? Just a little peek?" whispering.

Giving only a nod she reached out and slowly pulled down the fly and reached in to pull it out and her eyes widened slightly as she held its weight. "Just a peek" whispering again. Now that the moment was over she began to put it back but locked eyes with me and asked, "Can I have a taste? Just a little taste? I promise to put it back" and, again, I nodded. Jessica got her little taste with the tongue rolling all the way up from base to tip. She smiled brightly loving the taste of flesh, then began putting it back, but before doing so, she yawned and gobbled it down in a flash.
 
I can't remember exactly when this had happened - from thinking and feeling that making love was reserved for my one true love, to giving up my body for financial gains, even if these gains were astronomical.

But as I watched Mr Jones' cock throb in my hand, with cum still slowly oozing out his engorged cockhead, my body took over. There was no time to consider such existential debates when my pussy was moistening with each passing moment.

I released his cock from my hand, and it remained upright on its own, without any support. Instead of disgust, it drew a subconscious growl from me, as I rose from my knees, and retreated from him in a purposeful manner.

He reached out for me and yet another time, I put out a finger to tell him "no, not yet." I brought my cum-stained fingers up to my face, and wiped the dripping cum off my chin, even as the remaining jizz began to trickle down my neck towards the valley that was between my breasts.

All the better to tit-fuck me later with all this lubrication. I thought to myself.

I licked one finger after the other, and then to my palm, as I cleaned up my hand completely. I opened my mouth as I tilted my head down a little, so that he could see his own cum swirling in my mouth, before I swallowed it all in a gulp. This would likely be my first of many doses for the evening, I was certain.

"Is this to your satisfaction, so far?" I asked, even though I was not really looking for a reply. To play out a man's fantasy, few words need to be exchanged. I leaned back against the desk behind me, and I raised first one leg on one side, showing him that I had nothing to hide in this negotiated deal of ours. I pulled myself up onto the desk so that my ass was seated on the desk, before I raised my other leg up on the other side, in a side split position, though with both knees slightly bent.

I reached between my legs, and pulled my panty aside to show him how wet I was. I use my index finger to slowly rub against my growing clit.

"Look how wet you've made me," I purred.
 
Jessica was an excellent cock sucker. Each mouthful she took had the dance of the tongue against the sac as she gripped my thighs tightly taking it all in. She didn't have a gag reflex and when swallowing it whole her eyes flicked up towards me before slowly pulling it out. "You like that?" she whispered, "Sucked so much cock in my day that I can deep throat. Mmmmm" before grasping the shaft with one hand and massaging the sac in the other with a bit of force that cause me to purse my lips. "You like that? Of course you do. I've always been good with my hands." Giving it a few more tugs Jessica rose up slowly and straddled my lap grinding down with her pelvis as my cock became sandwiched between us. "You ready to fuck me?" whispering softly.

"Yes. Take off your bottoms" I whispered back.

"No need" she smiled, "I got a hole in them so you can tap my ass. Little trick I learned when you bang the squadron's XO while on duty." Reaching back with the right hand she slowly wrapped those delicate fingers around the base of the shaft and blindly slapped it against her own ass before putting the head inside of her. Feeling the rod crawl into her body Jessica drew in a deep breath then batted her eyes down amazement.

"How does that feel?" I asked holding tightly to her hips.

"Mmmmm tight" she replied warmly before working her ass to rise up slightly and then down on the meat. "Oh. It's good" reaching up and wanting to undo her blouse and let fly her melons, but, again, I retrained her.

"Not yet"

"Hehe, kinky" she replied then thrust her chest into my face.
 
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