Click here for the full photo-series that inspired this photo story.
My man is an economic advisor to powerful politicians at the state and federal levels, and even internationally. So we converted one of the rooms in our home into his office. For my part, I am a very succesful realtor, representing sellers of both commercial and residential properties. So we converted a second room of our home into my office. The two offices are right across the hallway from each other, so as busy as we both are, we do get to see each other from time to time throughout the day.
When we do see each other, somehow, he always seems to know exactrly when I'm horny as hell. I don't know how he became such a mind-reader! Or maybe it's not really mind-reading at all, because he knows I'm horny for him like, just about all the time! I just can't help it, he's so good-looking, and his political power is VERY attractive, too! A powerful, successful woman like me can't help but get horny around him all the time.
And he knows just how to turn up that heat and work me into a frenzy, too. Well, what's a porr, horny little nympho slut to DO around a guy like that? Why, just this morning, I watched him change into his best business suit in his office: he was preparing for an economic summit meeting with the governor and his aides. He left his office door open just enough to give me quite a show: he knew exactly what effect that would have on me! Knowing that he was on his way to meet such powerful and influential people, plus watching him slowly cover-up that finely-chiseled body of his, was more than just a little bit frustrating for me. I wished that he could just stay naked and stay home with me, in my arms, in my bed, all morning long. But watching him dress also got me SSSOOOO hot and randy. Somehow, he instinctively seemed to know that, too.
As he was heading toward the front door to visit the governor's office, he stopped in my realtor office, across the hall from his office. He gave me a look that told me he already knew how desperately horny I was for him. I subtly nodded agreement with his unasked question, and I flashed him a very quick, fleeting smile.
"How's it going?" he grinned as he popped his head through my office door.
"Busy. But never too busy for you, honey. What can I do for you? I mean, besides the OBVIOUS!"
"Well, I don't think I have time for what you have in mind, before my meeting with the governor this morning. But would you let me practice my presentation with you, one last time?"
"OK, sure, sweetie."
He set his presentation notes on my desk, picked up the pointer that I use in my real-estate presentations, and used it to emphasize key points in his presentation for the governor.
As he went through the details of state economic planning, reciting financial statistics and budget numbers, I was only half-listening. His strong, deeply-masculine baritone voice was lulling me into a dreamy swoon now.
"Are you OK, honey?" he asked.
"Yes, dear, I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, you're shifting a lot in your seat."
"Am I?"
"Yes. And I just now remembered, the last time you were squirming around that much, it was because you were horny as hell."
"I plead the fifth: I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me."
He stood behind my desk chair and leaned over my shoulders, gently massaging them. His soothing, loving touch felt SSSSOOOO good! So very damned good! He tried to continue with his presentation, but I think my appreciative soft, low moans were getting to him. He stopped talking, focusing only on massaging my shoulders so sweetly, so gently now.
I spun around in my chair and looked up into his amazing eyes. A girl could so easily get lost in those gorgeous eyes. In fact, I have, many, many times. I looked up at him, and I wanted nothing more than to reach my arms around his neck and kiss him forcefully, passionately, and repeatedly.
"Are you OK, my love?" he repeated.
"Well, my butt's a little sore sitting in this office chair." I replied. "Say, you're a doctor, why don't you take a look at it?"
"You know very well that my doctorate is in economics, not in medicine," he replied brusquely.
"So you're not interested in looking at my cute little naked ass?" I pouted.
He gulped hard. "I didn't say that!"
I spun around and lifted up my skirt. "Oops!" I giggled breathlessly. "My panties are in the way! Here, let me just push them aside."
He gently pressed the pointer that I he was still holding, up against my sore butt cheeks.
"Is this where you're sore? Does this hurt?"
"No, actually that feels pretty good," I moaned. "Pretty damned good! But then, you know me, I always really like something long, round, thick, and hard, pressing tightly up against my bare ass!" I giggled.
"So your ass is no longer sore?"
"Well, it is a little sore. Why don't you kiss it and make it feel better, Doctor?"
When his tongue slid past my panties, past my sore ass cheeks, and straight into my pussy from behind, I moaned loudly, and my steamy pussy got even wetter, if that's even possible.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He lifted me up in those strong, hunky arms of his, and he plunked me down flat on my back on top of my desk. I flipped my barely-there micro-mini-skirt up for him again, and he skimmed my panties down to my knees. My panties were already soaked with my steaming desires for him! He didn't even wait to get my panties all the way off of me, before he leaned in and started licking. The urgency of it all was SSSSOOOO thrilling!
By now, my steaming-hot pussy was uncontrollably coating his eagerly-exploring tongue with my thick, liquid lust fluids.
"Let the doctor help you feel better," he whispered in that deeply-masculine baritone of his. I don't know which was turning me on more at that point, his sexy voice or his lusty, probing tongue.
I was already so turned on, that after only about four or five swipes of doctor feel-good's highly-skilled tongue across my throbbing clit, I just about exploded all over his handsome face. He moaned his appreciation for my shaking, screaming, moaning orgasm, as he eagerly licked-up my copious flow of thick goo. "Mmmmmm!" he cooed so sweetly. "Delicious!"
Before he could even finish licking me clean, I sat up. As more and more of my own fresh, warm come continued to stream out of my steaming pussy, he started licking at my hard nipples, thoroughly coating them with my own fresh love juices, which had completely soaked his lips and tongue. Now, this kind of "trickle-down" economics I could understand and ENJOY!
"Well, now you've done it!" I moaned.
"What did I do now?"
"You got me all worked up and horny, is what you did! Now I can't possibly get started on my work this morning, until after your nice, big, thick cock gives my hot, tight, steaming-wet, horny little pussy, a thorough fucking!"
I was squirming in desperation to ride his cock now, and he knew it! He started a VERY slow strip-tease, but I was just TOO horny, and I just couldn't WAIT that long. So I grabbed him and practically tore his expensive business suit off of him.
First, I rubbed his crotch, enjoying the feel of his pulsing, throbbing bulge through the fabric of his suit trousers.
Next, I eagerly unbuckled his belt.
Then I practically ripped the zipper free from the fabric of his trousers, in my eagerness and haste to open his fly and set my eyes and hands on the lovely thick rod I knew lay just beneath.
Finally, in one swift motion, I tugged his trousers and boxer shorts down to his ankles, admiring that big, beautiful, hard cock pointing straight out in front of him from between his white shirt-tails.
Seeing his toned male body all naked and rippling muscles now had me just about climbing the walls with desire! Oh, how I wanted his cock, his sweet, magnificent love muscle, pounding me deep and hard now!
Curiously, somewhat shyly, I encircled my hand around his thick tool, to feel its pulsation in my hand. I slowly guided my mouth to its very tip.
As more and more of my mouth closed over his thick, stiff rod, his knees begain to buckle from the agonizing pleasure of it all.
Fearing he would topple, and eager to feel him plunging into the secret depths of my femininity, I pushed his fine naked masculinity down into a seated position onto the couch, right next to my desk where he had just eaten me out SO divinely! And facing him, I eagerly slid my wide-open, hot, wet slit down over him. It felt SO wonderful now, to FINALLY have my hungry pussy stuffed so completely full of my man's huge cock. Up until the very moment when his long, thick, beautifully-hard love muscle entered me, I had been absolutely frantic with lust. But as I slid myself down over him, I felt a serene tranquility deep within me. I relaxed into enjoying the moment, as the most serene calmness and peacefulness I had ever known washed over me. This was exactly what I had wanted, what I had needed. Life couldn't get any better than this!
"Pound my walls!" I moaned. "GIVE it to me, my hot STUD!" And like the good man he is, he proceeded to do just as I had instructed.
I rode him hard until I came again...and again and again and again, shaking and moaning and screaming in release of my pent-up lust. I felt absolutely wonderful, and deliciously naughty, inside and out. Again, I felt so calm, so at peace, all was right with my world now.
I lay down flat on my back again, and I encouraged--no, more like I begged--him to slide into me missionary style. Once more, I felt how wonderful it was to feel him completely filling me up. I felt a delicious mixture of peaceful tranquility and desperate horniness wash over me, and I tingled from head to toe, as he slowly, gently, lovingly slipped in and out of me, over and over and over again now.
As his amazing cock grew thicker and harder, and slid in and out of me faster and faster, my fingers held my pussy wide open for him, inviting him to take me quickly, deeply, powerfully, completely, as I quivered and moaned and sighed in delight.
After what was it, 20, maybe 30 minutes of his terrific loving treatment, he changed positions only slightly, pulling himself completely out of my tightly-clutching, slippery-wet pussy. Then in one swift, powerful, wonderful motion, he drove his long, thick rod in and out of my tightly-puckered ass, as I frantically diddled my pussy lips, my clit, and my G-spot through orgasm after orgasm after shaking, screaming, moaning orgasm. I hadn't felt this deliciously naughty, this sexually fulfilled, in a long, long time!
"You know, my rear is still a little sore. And anyway, I DESPERATELY need your cock in my pussy again, right now. So why don't you leave my sore butt alone for a while now, and slip deep, deep into my hungry, juicy slit from behind, Doctor? Maybe that will ease my sorenesss."
And so we went at it again, doggy-style this time. He started out slowly as usual, but under my moaning, writhing encouragement, he was soon pounding my eager walls, and I was loving every moment of it!
After letting him drive himself into me, so forcefully and powerfully and lovingly, I now needed to be the one in charge again. I needed to climb up on my fine specimen of masculinity (after all, he is mine, all mine, mine alone) and ride him hard again. But this time I sank down his lovely hard pole while facing away from him. "Mmmmm!" I moaned, swooning. "You are mine, all MINE!"
"Enjoy, honey. You work hard, VERY hard! You deserve this, you've earned> every second of this loving treatment!"
"Yes, I do deserve this. So just shut-up and FUCK me!" I screamed, shaking and coming, and coming, and coming some more.
Finally, my pussy was just too exhausted from all those orgasms, one after another after another, and my whole lower anatomy was pleasantly sore from being stretched so tightly around his long, thick, pulsating, thrusting, throbbing cock.
But I wasn't ready to stop yet, not nearly ready to stop! I remembered how sweetly and eagerly he had eaten me out at the start of all of this, which seemed like hours ago now. I knew now what I had to do, what I wanted to do. I leaned down over him, wrapped my fist around his thick, lovely cock, and I eagerly began licking the very tip of his beautiful, oh-so-luscious hard cock.
When he started moaning, and his amazingly-huge hard cock started pulsing wildly against my tongue, I just couldn't resist wrapping my lips around his warm, inviting, very tempting cock. I leaned down into him, and he thrust upward from the couch. His throbbing cock slowly disappeared into my appreciative mouth, as I hungrily gobbled him all up. His moans grew louder, so I started sucking harder and harder and ever harder. I was really enjoying this now!
As I sucked, his hand began playing with my bare ass. I spread my legs wider, and he slid one finger up my butt, and another into my pussy. Somehow, my ass no longer felt sore now, as his loving fingers delicately explored me back there. I don't know which was exciting him more, my sucking his cock or his fingers having the chance to play deep inside my pussy and my ass. Maybe it was a combination of these factors. All I know is that his throbbing was getting stronger, and his moans were getting louder, so I was enjoying him more and more. Wanting to show him how much I love and appreciate him, I just kept sucking him down deeper and harder into my throat, which just made him throb more and moan even louder, which made me enjoy him even more, and want to suck him even deeper and harder. The cylce was complete: my intensity built his intensity which built my intensity even more, and so on and so on and so on , on and on and on, into untold and previously almost unknown levels of pure ecstasy, of sheer joy. On one hand, I wanted him to explode down my throat, but on the other hand, I didn't want this moment of unmeasured and unmeasurable pleasure with him to EVER end!
Finally, our level of mutual excitement was almost beyond what either of us could bear one moment longer. He must have been even more excited than I was, because he came almost as quickly as I had earlier, and he came even more ferociously than I had. Gobs and gobs after tasty gobs of his thick, white, warm and wonderful love-cream exploded all over his long, strong cock, all over my tongue and lips, and even onto my hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. I looked at all that lovely masculine come blasting out of him and flying all over the place, and I realized that it was my talented mouth (and of course, our total and mutual love and lust and respect and commitment for each other), that had coaxed all that sweet, tasty, warm and wonderful love cream out of him. I smiled at the sight, at the sexy masculine scent of his come and his cologne, and at the thought of what I -- what WE -- had accomplished. I was SO proud of my skills at felatio, and feeling SO deeply in love with my man. As I licked up and sucked down his flowing love juices, I couldn't have been happier! Again, my frantic lust turned to a deep inner calm, a peaceful tranquility at the very depths of my soul.
I lay flat on my back on the couch now, deeply contented and very satisfied, so tranquil, smiling in delight over what we had just shared. He climbed up on top of me, and I couldn't resist taking a few more licks at his still-hard cock, still heavily coated with his thick, warm, wonderful white male love juices, which I hungrily licked-up off of him now.
Much to my surprise, and to my extreme delight, he exploded again--this time, all over my big, bare breasts! I rubbed his lovely white cream into my breasts, like it was the world's most precious skin moisturizer, and I slowly, lovingly licked him clean--AGAIN!
My man sure DOES know how to treat me when I get horny! This was the greatest morning I've had in probably a month. I just hope that the governor will forgive him for being late for the economic summit meeting today. Or forgive me, for MAKING my man late for this meeting.
As my hunk left for his meeting with the governor, the sweet, delightful, romantic scent of fresh, raw sex still permeated my office. I just lay there naked, daydreaming, reliving the morning over and over in my mind. I was riding an unparalleled and completely-natural high, as his copious volume of come slowly oozed out of my now-sore love slit and no-longer-sore ass, and dribbled out the corners of my mouth, where I had been hungrily sucking him off only moments before.
I don't know how long I lay like that in my office, still so deeply in love and lust with my man, still so completely soaked in his pearly-white love juices, before my phone rang. On the line was a particularly difficult client, with whom I had been struggling unsuccessfully for months to close a multi-million-dollar commercial real estate deal. Maybe he sensed something in my voice, maybe I was still panting and out-of-breath from this morning's marathon sex session, maybe the strong scent of fresh, raw sex that still completely permeated my office somehow wafted over the phone lines, or could my client tell that I was completely naked and thoroughly drenched in my man's come? Whatever it was, he now gave in to just about every point we had been arguing over for months, and we closed that big real-estate deal on the phone, right then and there.
?Yes, all in all, this has definitely been my very best morning, EVER! Now I can hardly wait for my man to return from his meeting with the governor, so I can tell him all about the big real estate deal I closed this morning, and we can celebrate on my desktop all OVER again! Hmmmm, should I bathe and slip into my naughtiest, most revealing lingerie for him, and greet him at the door with the sweetest blow-job of his entire life? Or should I show him how much I love him and can't stand to be away from his loving arms and, umm, other parts of his delectable male anatomy, for even a moment, and just remain naked all day, and greet him stretched-out flat on my back atop my desk, with his dried and glistening come from this morning still coating just about every inch of my bare torso? Decisions, decisions!