by Kyle Fargo
I gently push the straps off her shoulders, but she traps the bra with her crossed arms before it can reveal her magnificent breasts. She smiles coyly at me and with one hand pushes me back in my seat.
Once I'm resting back, she starts running her hand down my chest, over my stomach until she reaches my crotch. She lingers here and licks her lips again. She releases her breats, and the bra seems to almost be ready to fall off, but it clings to her nipples, giving me an enticing view of the valley between her tits and the tops of her areolas.
She uses both hands to massage me through my pants, grinning devilishly at me. She undoes my belt. She undoes my button and zipper. She reaches in and I feel her warm, sweaty grip on my penis. The erection I've been having so far is magnified by the contact, and I gasp.
She starts stroking me, inside my trousers. She meets my eyes and her face is full of lust. She's making small moaning noises that match my own pleasure.
She finally seems to be unable to help herself and grabs my pants by the sides and pulls them down, taking my underwear with them. I lift my hips so there's no problem for her. There, standing proudly before her. My cock.
I'm not looking at my own dick, though, I'm looking at her. Her gaze is frozen on my member and her mouth is open, tongue peeking. She inches slowly towards my prick and I feel her hot breath on it.
Before I can do anything more than gasp, she grabs it with both hands and closes her mouth over it.
I'm in heaven. Her warm, moist tongue is swirling around the head of my dick, completely engulfed inside her, I feel waves of pleasure radiating from my cock as I feel the soft pressure she places on it with her tongue and lips. I see her cheeks pump in and out with the rythm of her sucking on my penis.
Her hair tumbles down and surrounds her head as she bobs rapidly over my lap, the soft, wet sounds of her oral attentions drowning out the world. I gasp every time I feel that internal tug and suction, feeling myself drifting into a haze of excitement that builds and builds as she begins to suck more desperately.
She knows she's got me close, she can feel my body tensing as I feel the built up saliva from the mess she's making drip down my waist and balls, tingling with its warmth. Without looking, she grabs one of my hands and pulls it towards her head. I eagerly grab her hair, making her wince and falter in her up and down motions, but she never releases my cock from her wet embrace.
I'm going to cum. She looks up at me and slows down, letting my dick slide slowly out from between her lips, glistening with long dribbles of saliva, extending and hanging from her chin.
She looks gorgeous as she licks the head and kisses it. She has a firm grip on my shaft, and she's making small, jerking motions that combined with her warm breath are edging me closer and closer to cumming. She rests the head of my dick on her tongue again before swallowing me whole, moving with perfectly timed presicion with her hand and lips, drawing a grunt from me.
It's coming. It's boiling up from inside me. I couldn't hold back even if I'd wanted to.
The first stream splashes into her mouth, and she moans loudly. She keeps bobbing over my dick as I keep spurting my hot seed over her tongue. It's an impressive amount of cum, and she attempts to swallow without letting go of my dick, but she chokes and shudders. Even so, the head never emerges from those gorgeous lips, just a glistening froth begins to seep from the corners of her mouth as she continues sliding my cock in and out of her.
My final spurt splashed the back of her throat, and she moans again.
The wet squelching of spit and cum echo in the office. My lap is a sodden mess as she continues to try to extract all my juices from me. She never breaks eye contact. She winks at me.
She pushed her head forward and engulfs me so completely that her nose touches my pubic hair, sticky with saliva and jizz. It sends a jolt through me, feeling myself so surrounded by her.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she withdraws. My dick finally emerges from her mouth with a wet slap and flops against my leg. Her face is covered and dripping, and her smile is beaming at me.
I see her kneeling there and I know there's no other choice for me.
"... and that's why, although it was very nice to be.. erm... physical again. It's caused me a great deal of confusion. I just don't know where you stand, since we've been drifting apa-"
"That's ok." I interrupt my wife. The young therapist frowns at me.
I stand up, stretching. I can still see, in my mind's eye, Kayla kneeling before me with my cum all over her face. I smile.
Looking over the confused expressions on my wife and her therapist, I shrug.
"I want a divorce."
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