Page 43 of Meet Stan

I gripped his shaft and ran my tongue all over the crown. I loved the way he looked at me when I had his cock in my mouth. Appreciative, maybe even adoring, and turned on as all hell. I was always kind of a tomboy growing up. Guys never looked at me the way they did at my sisters, who were all girly and shit.

Having this rich dude who could have anyone he wants staring at me like I’m everything he could ever want was better than any drug, and maybe even rivaled the actual sex that came after.

No pun intended.

I took his entire crown in my mouth and stared up at him through the table. Slowly, I took as much of him inside me as I could manage, gagging a bit at the end but managing to pack my mouth with cock.

I dragged off, suckling hard all the way. When I pulled off the end, he came in my mouth. I licked his rod clean and then smiled up at him.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh god, what do you think,” he gasped. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“You’re not setting the bar very high,” I said, cocking an eyebrow. “I mean, I didn’t use half my tricks.”

His eyes bulged out of his head.

“You should come with a warning label.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said, blinking prettily up at him from my knees.

“It was meant as one.”

I still held his shaft in my hand. I started stroking him off, and his gaze grew intense.

“Don’t just stroke my cock, Ivy. Sit on it.”

He rolled back enough that I could crawl out from under the desk without hitting my head on the glass bottom. I stood up in front of him, leaning over, my hands on his muscular thighs.

“Hike up your skirt,” he said. I did as I was told, inching it up bit by bit and exposing my legs. He reached up and hooked a finger in the thin band of material at my crotch. With one quick jerk, he ripped it away, causing me to gasp from the sudden exposure.

“I’ll buy you ten new pairs,” he said.

I wasn’t worried about it. I lifted one leg and straddled his lap. My legs threaded through the armrests of his seat. I grabbed his cock and held it steady as I eased myself down onto his lap.

My eyes squeezed shut as his big rod stretched me. I gasped as I settled fully into his lap, my hands on his shoulders. Our eyes met and he reached up to clutch at my breasts.

I swiveled my hips, moving like the sea at storm. Stan’s teeth clenched, a low growl escaped his throat. I could feel him trying to hold back, trying not to cum right away. My mischievous side sprang to life.

I moaned loud, writhing and gyrating and riding his cock for all I was worth. Stan couldn’t handle it. I felt his hot spunk spray up inside of me. His cock didn’t go soft, though. Not with me bouncing up and down on it.

His fingers tore at my blazer, pulling it aside and attacking the buttons of my blouse. Soon my translucent lace bra was on full display. He had bought that bra for me, and I noted the appreciation on his face. It featured a front snap, which may have had something to do with it.

The petal-like bra cups fell aside, revealing my naked breasts to him. His lips enveloped a nipple, suckling like a greedy infant. A deep, guttural moan escaped my throat as he grasped my breast, feeding it into his mouth.

His chair rolled across the floor, carrying us with it. We bumped up into the raised dais near a longing section with a coffee table and flatscreen monitor built into the tabletop. Did I mention his office was bigger and better than mine?

He locked gazes with me, my beast popping out of his mouth.

“Hang on tight, baby.”

I wondered what he meant, until he began to rise. I could feel his powerful thigh muscles flexing as he easily lifted both of us into the air. I wrapped my legs around him as soon as I was able, his cock bending near the base as it remained nestled inside of me. The changes in position and pressure forced me over the edge of a climax.

I struggled to cling to him as my body spasmed with pulses of ecstasy. Stan settled me down on the cushions of a leather upholstered sofa. Then he loomed over me, muscles in his chest rippling as he planted his hands on either side of my head.

Stan rocked his hips forward, eliciting a wail which trailed off into a moan. It felt so good, all I could do was gasp and pant and whimper as he murdered my pussy with his thick cock.

He strained against me, fingers digging furrows into the cushions beside my head. His index finger snagged a lock of hair, tugging it painfully but I was in a mid orgasmic scream and the pain translated to pleasure.

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