He took one breast and squeezed the milk all over his lips. Unexpectedly, the way the milk trickled down his neck made me so aroused. It was a different kind of experience and I must say that I like it.”You taste so good.” He murmured. Those words made me feel hotter than ever.
He lay me down on the armrest of the couch and sucked me even more. He raised one of my legs on the back of the couch and started moving his hands upwards. I closed my eyes and focused on the way his palm is rubbing my skin. I felt like being given an exotic Asian massage. Every nerve of my body is tingly and sensitive. I can barely breathe.
Mr. Johnson licked the milk trickling down my navel and used his tongue to torture me. His hands massaged my foot, twisting my tootsies gently. My gray wool skirt is a mess and his hand started to crawl up my thighs. He kissed me as he explored me there tentatively. My breath was suspended when his fingers found my underwear. “You’re wet, Ms. Blake. Are you always like this?”
I felt heat rise up my cheeks and I shook my head. “No, Mr. Johnson.” I said shamefully.
“That’s nice to know. Very nice to know.”
His hands went back to business and this time, I felt the determination in his every touch. He removed my underwear and touched my throbbing mound. His palm felt so warm and he rubbed against my slickness. I sighed as he sensually rubbed me there, his palm making love with my clit. I was so wet and slick that his every move generated an arousing sound that made me go crazy. The more he rubbed, the wetter I got and the noisier the contact is. The friction was so good and I pushed myself against his hand, begging him to do more. “You like that, Ms. Blake?”
My answer came in the form of sexy moans that drove us both over the edge. As he touched me, my knees brushed between his legs and I moaned even louder as I pushed my knee against his bulging manhood. I gasped when I felt a finger rub my clit. I was so aroused then and I became even filled with juices. His thumb pressed and rubbed my clit and I felt so hot and desperate for climax. I gripped his hand and begged him to touch me even more daringly. “I want more, Mr. Johnson. Please...”
“Spread your legs, baby. Show me where to touch you.”
I spread my legs and my kitty lips wide and offered my wet pussy to him. I have never felt so sexy and exposed. It was so damned good. He slid one naughty finger inside my wet pussy and I almost jumped out of the couch because of the sensations. “Mmmm...”
His finger moved in and out of my cunt and all my muscles tensed. More juices came out of me and I spread my legs even wider this time. His touch became bolder and more intense, causing me to cry out loud with extreme pleasure. He looked at me sensually as he moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. My body is filled with intense lust and I thrust my hips to meet his movements. He pushed me closer to him and I moaned softly as his tongue made love with my pussy. It’s been so long since I have been eaten and it felt so amazing. His tongue pressed and flicked my clit to perfection, taking his sweet time licking me down there. His movements were torturously slow and the more his tongue moved, the more juices came out of me. “More baby...Don’t stop yet...”
Mr. Johnson’s mouth kissed me down there and drowned me with so much passion. I felt so hot and slick and totally helpless. I had no idea that a woman would be this aroused. His hands parted my kitty lips and he used the tip of his tongue to encourage even more moans from me. What he was doing was beyond words. I have never been so loved.
His mouth is warm and it kissed my pussy so well that I am practically on the verge of coming. My belly became tight and all my muscles tensed in anticipation. He continued kissing me, over and over and over until all my juices were released full blast.
I felt some hot liquid trickle down my butt, followed by some licking-----soft licking that wiped all my juices clean.
He lifted me and sat me on his lap. His mouth went to mine and plunged his tongue deep into my throat. I felt his erection poking at me. He kissed me again and again until I was breathless and panting. With his one hand, he undid his pants. I helped him remove it, together with the rest of his clothes. In seconds, we were back in each other arms. His hands were back on my breasts again and his rod kissed my pussy lips now. It felt so good being this close to this man. Feeling bolder, I grabbed his man tool and pushed it inside me. He looked at me and nodded. I felt my self stretched to accommodate his size. He’s quite big and thick too and I held my breath as he slid inside me, remembering how good it was to be filled by a man. He moved slowly at first to make me adjust. I moaned as the friction became even more delicious. It was the most amazing sensation, the way his cock rubbed against my womanly flesh. He dove into me and increased the pace of his movements. His hips moved like there was no tomorrow, his balls rubbing against me. Faster and faster, he took me and gripped my back. His lips went to my neck and licked the sensitive skin there, doubling my pleasure. “Move with me, Ms. Blake.”
I studied his rhythm for a few seconds and when I got the hang of it, my body started moving with him in a timeless dance. He plunged deeper into my depths and held my body even tighter. “I’m coming, Mr. Johnson. I’m coming! Faster.”
He pulled almost completely then plunged again. I clenched my muscles as he did so. We came together, his cum and mine surely mingling inside me. We held each other for a while, keeping ourselves warm.
***
The following day, a big bouquet with velvet red roses greeted me early in the morning. I stood there thinking there was a mix up. The card read:
Ms. Blake,
I commend you for your excellent performance. Got milk?
The Milkman
I smiled then and smelled the earthy and floral scent of the tea roses. I thought about the last time I got flowers. It was back in junior high and they were paper flowers. I thought about what happened after sex last night. We soaked on the tub and helped each other dressed. We grabbed some Chinese food and ate inside his car. It was the best dinner ever. Yang Chao fried rice, fried dimsum, stir fried noodles, and beef brisket on a cold rainy evening. We did not speak about what happened in the office. Instead, we talked about a lot of things----his interests, my baby, global issues, ice creams----basically things that just pop from out of nowhere. After that, we had coffee at the nearby cafe. Never once that evening did I felt him rub on my nose that he is my boss or the fact that he’s a mega millionaire. He’s the most down to earth man I have ever met. He’s also got the most suave look and the sexiest voice. Even the way she calls me Ms. Blake is extremely sexy.
I went to sleep with a smile on my face. I held my baby in my arms for a while. And though nothing can compare to the joys of being a mom, I realized that now, there’s a close contender. He loves milk too.
***
“What’s with you?” Asked one of my colleagues when I entered the building.
“Huh?” I asked back, a bit surprised.
“Well, I think you look a lot prettier these days. Tell me your secret. Is it the baby?”
I smiled at her and waved my hand. “It could be.”
That morning, I saw Mr. Johnson reading his mails at his desk. “Good morning, Ms. Blake. We’re looking good today.”
I blushed automatically and smiled at him. I went behind his desk were he sat and whispered, “Thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.”
He held my butt lovingly as I stood beside him. I looked at the door quickly. God, anyone could come in and see us. See what? I thought. Well, for one I could just be standing here and discussing something. He continued squeezing my bottom and whispered. “Stop worrying. They cannot see my hand. Just feel, Ms. Blake. I nodded. He gave me one of the files near him. “Here, read these while you’re here. I’ll do some reading as well.
I pretended to study the files in my hand but all I can digest is his hand massaging my ass with his warm hands. “It’s the perfect day for a billowy skirt, Melissa. What’s the colour of your underwear? Is it as pristine as this skirt?”
I held my pen tighter and grabbed a notepad f
rom his desk. I scribbled quickly. “I’ve none. Ms. Blake has gone commando.”
He read it and his eyes lit up. He looked at me. “You’re a slutty secretary. I like that.” I smiled at him and allowed him the liberty to do what he wants with me. I no longer care if someone walks in and see us. It’s as though it does not matter to me anymore. I felt his hand making its way under my skirt and I shivered. It was a really good feeling. “Spread your legs, Ms. Blake.”
I looked at him and asked silently if he was serious. “Now, Ms. Blake.” I felt my legs quiver as I took in his facial expression. He looked so handsome and his eyes are filled with lust. I felt myself getting wet and I felt a slight embarrassment that he’d know how much I desire him. I spread my legs a bit wider and every inch of me tingled as his hand brushed my thighs. Mr. Johnson slid a finger inside me and screwed me lightly at first, then all the way. I moaned at his intimate caress, his hand warm against my cunt.
I felt myself secrete more juices as he moved his finger in and out. He screwed me with his finger and rubbed my pussy with the rest of his fingers. I sighed and bit my tongue to prevent myself from screaming as the sensations started to build. “You like that, Ms. Blake?”
“You’re so naughty, Mr. Johnson.” I held on to his nape as he finger fucked me, all my resistance melting away. He lifted the back of my skirt and kissed my ass, very sure that he is leaving marks with all the sucking noises. He licked my butt cheeks over and over as he stimulated my clit. I was so close to bursting when the door opened. It was the PR Department Manager, Bob Warren.
He reluctantly moved his hand away but I motioned for him to bring it back. Bob Warren was still at the door all the while chatting with him. I nudge him to put his hand back where it was. He took the hint and fingered me all over again. I pretended not to notice and busily glanced at the papers on my hands. I felt him squeeze me tenderly and I wanted to sigh so badly, except I can’t. His fingers went wilder and wilder on my pussy and I could swear that I am hearing the way my juices rub against his hand. Damn, I am so close to coming. Don’t stop yet. Oh, not yet!
He moved in and out of me now, his fingers showing me no mercy. I clenched my muscles as sensations started to become really too much for me. I bit my lower lip and focused on my reading----seeing nothing, feeling everything. Mr. Johnson screwed me again and again and again until I was coming, my juices coming in bursts. At long last, Bob Warren stopped blabbering about his plans and closed the door. I almost sagged with relief.
Mr. Johnson started licking his fingers. “Damn, you’re sweet.” He stood up and locked the door. He went back to his table in 5 quick strides and dragged me to the couch nearby. “On all fours, Ms. Blake. Quick.” I responded and took my position on the couch. I made a pose a like a tiger and offered my ass to him. He gripped my waist and probed for my entrance. He slid into me and I moaned as his cock rubbed all my sensitive spots. He held my butt and moved inside me seductively. I moaned and moaned as I took all of him in. “More, Mr. Johnson. Fuck me more!”
“Sssshhhh. I will, Babe. Move with me.”
I moved my hips against his and dug my fingernails on the couch. I raised my butt even more and took in all of his thrusts. He is at once fierce yet gentle and it drives me nuts being loved by this man.
He fucked me expertly, moving his cock sexily against my pussy. His hand found my clit and the way he rubbed it totally blew me away. I moaned louder this time, as his hands rubbed me like never before. I felt my body felt feverish and my hips increased their movements. “God, I’m coming!” I whispered.
He increased his pace even more and in seconds he came inside me, sending sparks on my eyes. I came a second later, causing my hips to tremble and weaken with sensation. He helped me with my skirt and took my hand. “You’re amazing.” Removing a stray of hair off my face, he kissed my lips lightly. “Do you have plans for tonight? Want to have dinner with me?” I smiled then and nodded. “I’d love that, Sir.” We both ended up laughing.
***
Dinner turned out to be an authentic brick oven cooked pizza and beer. There’s this pizza place nearby that I have been dying to try and I dragged him there. He let out a chuckle when he saw what I was so excited about. It turned out he’d been eyeing the exact same place days ago.
We enjoyed the small but really homey pizza place and ordered one large cheese pepperoni pizza and some piping hot chowder. It was fun being with him and I enjoyed every minute of that dinner. We then went to his place. It was a true bachelor pad----gray walls, mahogany furniture, and deep blue carpets. It was a simple yet very sophisticated home.
He gave me a short house tour and made me some coffee. We sat on the living room for a while and massaged my feet as we drank our coffee. He was a very generous man and attentive too. I cannot help but have a high level of respect for him. I am just so glad that he is my boss.
Mr. Johnson pulled me in his arms and kissed me. His hand found the buttons of my peach silk blouse and provocatively touched the outline of my breasts. “I told you I want some milk on my coffee----and not just any milk.” He winked at me. I shook my head at his suggestion and sagged on the sofa, letting him have his way.
He removed my blouse and looked at me wearing a black bra. He slid the straps off my shoulders and rubbed his face against them. Giving me butterfly kisses and light caresses, I sighed. It felt soo good. He buried his face on them and inhaled deeply. “You smell like sugary roasted almonds, Ms. Blake. I can get so used to this and become very addicted.”
“Oh, Mr. Johnson...” He sucked my breasts then and drank my milk. He licked and sucked non stop, causing me to moan and moan. His hands caressed my waist and fumbled on my skirt. “No one will hear us here. Make all the noise that you want.”
I straightened up and stopped him. He looked at me, surprised. I attacked his pants and gripped his now bulging rod. I played with him with my hands, squeezing him ardently, loving the way he groans. “See how much I want you?” He teased.
I nodded and wanting to do this since the first time, I took him and teased his rod with my lips. I kissed his silky head, using my lips to make light suction that made him groan even more. He held my head tight and pushed me closer to him and he slid deeper into my mouth. I licked him again and again and enjoyed his silken flesh.
He moved in and out of my mouth. I pulled him out, reached for my coffee and took a big sip, letting it warm my mouth. I quickly took him in again and he groaned even louder as his cock felt the warmth caused by the coffee. He quickened his movements, moving his hips to the rhythm that pleased us both. I used my tongue to tease him even more as he slid in and out of me. It was the most amazing thing, really and I have forgotten how good it feels to please a man this way. He fucked my mouth again and again and he stopped me all of a sudden. He lifted my skirt and went on top of me, his hands all over my body. “Spread your legs.”
He slid quickly inside me and it took no effort at all as I am already dripping wet. I must have gotten so aroused as he was licking and sucking my breasts. He took me slowly at first, then kissed my mouth. As I adjusted to his pace, he quickened his rhythm and moved his cock wildly inside me. He held the armrest of the couch for support as he continued to take me. It was the beginning of a very long and steamy night.
The Boss and I
When I came to, the boss was on top of me. He was sweating, grunting, and breathing in short, sharp bursts. His dark hair, already thinning at the top, was matted with sweat and sticking to his bulging forehead. He was in his late forties, and he had long abandoned taking care of himself in the last decade. His belly bounced along as his hips made thrusting motions. It made an ugly sight. The sight of his disgusting gut bouncing along to his motions brought a fresh wave of loathing in me. But beneath the loathing, there was also pity. He was getting older, yet his daughter was still so young.
He had married quite early, but his wife had conceived very late. They were overjoyed when their daughter came into the world, but fate can be terri
bly cruel. Their daughter, Isabella, was only three years old when the boss’s wife had a fatal heart attack. Since then, he had been raising Isabella on his own. The tragedy happened five years ago. Isabella, now eight years old, had grown as a sweet, cheerful child. I know this because we’re next-door neighbors and I babysit her regularly. Yes, the boss and I live next door to each other, but it wasn’t until I was twenty-one when he started to hit on me and we began this so-called sexual affair.
The boss may be round and bulging, but he wasn’t bad looking. His face, just like his brown eyes, was clear and smooth. He had large yet surprisingly gentle hands. His cock wasn’t the biggest I saw, but it was one of the fattest, and it fit perfectly inside me. The boss sometimes made me do crazy acts in bed, but he never hurt me. He always made sure I was okay and comfortable with something before he made me do it. I don’t love the boss. I don’t think I’ll ever love him. But in his own twisted way, he was a kind man. He’s all I have for now, and that is good enough for me.
The whole thing began innocently enough. It was a usual Saturday afternoon. My mother was out shopping. Elle, my younger sister, was out with her friends. I was all alone. The afternoon was sticky and heavy with humidity, so I decided to hang out in the backyard to cool myself off. Since I had the pool all to myself, I decided to swim a few laps. I changed into my favorite black string bikini, which also happened to be the skimpiest pair I own. I don’t wear it often, only when I’m at pool parties with my closest gal pals. My friends have seen the bikini plenty of times, but they always gasp and gush over it every time I wear it. Yes, it’s that scandalous. Throw in the fact that I have an amazing hourglass-shaped body, and there’s your lethal combination.
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