Oral Delight

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OOC: Lets see my Character
Name: Dante Wisp
Eyes: Deep Sapphire pools of radiance that reflects his feelings by the amount of regal flecks that dot his eyes
Hair: Long deep Locks, shaded in a deep golden color
Age: 22
Height: standing around 6’3”
Weight: 235
Form: He’s a majestic man, standing with a powerful large build, slim to cut into a V is his mid-section, his back and shoulders broad in stand, his arms equally as impressive, very defining body

This is thread is purely orals, if you want a dick sucked a pussy licked then here is the place to come, (note, I am not going to be the one sucking the dick, I purely meant that this place is open to all and all may post as long as it stays strictly orals, i.e. Blowjobs, eating)

IC: Walking in her office he smiled gently as he came up behind her, looking down to her with a soft beam, looking to the window, his hand took to lower it as he pulled her chair to swing so she faced him.

“Not right now” he whispered, but he didn’t heed, only pouting softly as he slipped to the floor, admiring her cropped up skirt the way she always kept it when by herself, his hands slipping to slip them higher on her hips as she continued to push him off.

“Dante, what did I tell you” she voiced in an angry whisper as he leaned in to nuzzle her inner thigh, looking at her soft pink under wear that seemed to outline her pussy lips so well.

“Stop it, you…know, I cant…” she whimpered as his hands continued to caress the outlining of her sweet buttock cheeks that showed so perfectly across the business like attire of her dress. His cheek continued to nuzzle her inner thigh where the lining of her legging begun, pulling her legs wider he smiled up at her, his right hand leaving to take hers and placing it on top of his head, urging her to push his cheeks deep within the embrace of her panties, leaning in more so, he placed a soft kiss upon the laces that ran the hem of her sweet panties, taking in her scent with delightful awe.

With skilful dexterity he manipulated the sweet lips of her folds over her undergarments with the tipping of his tongue against her, wanting to taste sweet flesh, he looked up at her, knowing that she could never resist him.

“Come on, just a taste” he spoke with the most heavenly of accents as he looked to her with those radiant polls of sapphire-

 

[WhisperingRain]

OCC: Name: Tessa Morgan
Eyes: Dark brown, almost black and haunting those that look into them
Hair: Thick wavy and waist length, brunette
Age: 24
Weight: 115
Height: 5’4”
Form: Body matching height and weight with nice curves, toned and tanned body, tight ass and 34C.

IC:

Here it was the weekend and she had to come to work all because the boss needed several reports out before Monday and he hadn’t given her the details until late Friday. It was just like him to do that, not caring that she might have plans for the weekend. So now sitting at her desk, going over the ton of paper work stacked up, she was trying hard to focus so that she could get the reports done and get out of their.

When Dante came in, she tried hard to ignore him, she had thought she was the only one working on a Saturday, but he was someone very hard to ignore. Just looking at him made the blood rush directly to her pussy, especially considering all the rumors she had heard about him, and now with him here, her curiosity was getting the best of her.

She had tried to stop him, but deep inside, she couldn’t help but wonder about all those rumors and the more he persisted, the wetter she became. When he knelt in front of her, his tongue teasing her through her panties, she opened her legs even more. To hell with the paper work, she thought to herself, not wanting to resist his skillful maneuvers.

“Just a taste then, Dante. But then I have to get back to work.” She said, but the tone in her voice led him to believe she was in no hurry to get back to work.

She leaned back further in her seat, opened her legs, and reaching down underneath her skirt, she pulled her pink panties to one side. She looked directly at him, her eyes spoke to him with a want and desire words could not express. She arched her hips and she watched as he smiled, now seeing her glistening sex exposed to him for his pleasure.

 

[Stout chap]

o.o.c.:

Name: Cian Singleton
Eyes: Hazel, over-dilated, sincere
Hair: thick brown and curly
Age: 33
Height: six foot
Weight: 195
Form: Legs that are disproportionally long to his torso, but muscular and well-toned. Stout jawline and broad shoulders.

i.c.:

It's finally Saturday and only half-day at the office. He sits back, loosens his tie and pulls out a half-full bottle of whisky and a glass. There isn't much to do now, the bulk of the work completed early on in the morning. He spies through the window of his door his fiesty assistant. Such a cliché, he thinks, but my she is beautiful. So young and nimble, maybe twenty, twenty-two, hard to tell. She always takes meticulous care to arrange her lush brown hair in tight sort-of plait-type things; well, he cannot say because he isn't a hairdresser. She wears brightly coloured tops and brings an air of happiness into his otherwise-melancholy office when she scurries in spritely to deliver a workload or take another.

"Here you are, Mr Singleton," she says.

"Thank you, Maria," he replies, "and call me Cian, you've been working for me well over a year now."

"All right then," she replies, with a hint of coyness at his Welsh heritage, "Cian it is."

"Ah!" he thinks, "how sweet my name sounds on her lips! She always has been a good one, that Maria. Never bats an eyelid at my whisky, always punctual with her work and assignments. And," as he looks to her pert behind as she leaves the office, "she is a very foxy lady." She wiggles her behind a little. "Far too foxy."

There is always sexual tension when the two are together. Whether real or imagined, he cannot say, he might just be a dreamer. He looks at her pretty face when she sets out the work on his desk, how succulent her mouth and lips are, oh, look how she licks them seductively, and how she speaks in that husky voice - when they are alone. And her longs fingers skilfully running them through her hair. He thinks how much he'd like to have her run her hands and lips over his cock; her warm breath and long tongue running along its length. But here stop! he cannot say these thoughts to her, he might frighten her away. He suffers in silence.

 

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IC: -His grin stretched more so, wicked in nature as he leaned in, seeing her bend to the whim of his sweet voice and relaxed persona. Leaning in more so, he placed a sweet kiss on her pussy lips, loving there taste as she continued to seep her nectars, he always loved the taste of women, and tried hard to always get a good lick.

His hand pulling hers tighter to his head, making him push deeper, under her skirt.. She could feel as his hot tongue tickled and played about her sweet petal lips licking with the softness of silk yet with the intensity of a lion, his tongue slicked the part of her legs where they meet her hips, moaning in satisfaction as his hands continued to grope her firm round cheeks with the pleasure brewed tips of his fingers, manipulating the flesh with delightful presses of his bliss tipped digits.

Finally, a deep lick met her, sliding across the landscape of her pussy petals, along the slit, the tip of his tongue could be felt caressing the inner sanctum of her folds with a wet hot touch that seemed to bring shivers to all but the most strong willed of women, as she looked down, she was met with a magical scent of his head in between her legs-